Chapter 50: The Second Wave (1)
◇ Carlos' POV ◇
Insane! This guys are insane, I say! Insane!
I mean, look! They're randomly slashin' at whatever bitches they reach! And that guy! He jus'stabbed through someone justah kill ah what was that again? Goblin bitch?
Meh! Whatever! I just wanna leave this goddarn place!
I hate this damn war!
◇ Third Person POV ◇
Carlos had never seen this much madness in his entire life.
Wherever he looked, the sight of people being ripped apart, as well as monsters being sliced to pieces filled his vision. However, for some reason, he didn't think they were scary at all. Why?
It was simple, actually. Once you saw the heavens, the world becomes lackluster. And inversely, once you saw hell, the world becomes paradise. And if he wanted to describe something scary, it was exactly 'that'.
Carlos didn't think 'that' was human anymore. His formerly blond hair was now crimson from all the blood that had spilled all over him.
He couldn't see him move, but everytime he vanished, not only monsters, but sometimes even people would get sliced apart.
Carlos had the innate ability to passively sense mana, so he sensed what 'that' was doing. Everytime he killed, a glowing silver string would connect to his victim, and he would absorb mana from them. Mana that had yet to disperse, perfect for absorption to bolster Levels.
It was feats impossible for a human. No human could do that. And Carlos was certain that it was no longer one. He was the incarnation of slaughter.
And that was why he hoped. Maybe, just maybe, if it was him, he could do it...
That thing he couldn't do...
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It was slaughter everywhere. In both sides.
Arthur didn't know why Lancell did this, but she knew he might have a reason. And she would definitely squeeze it out of him later.
But for now...
"Die! You fuckin' freaks!"
BOOOM!!
She swung Excalibur as it created a powerful shockwave, decimating a few dozens of the small bug-like creatures that crawled on the ground.
BOOOM!!
She did it again, and killed even more. Although their mana cores shattered along with them, it only dispersed through the air so Arthur could still absorb them so long she stays in the area.
She continued to swat these tiny insects—which was the same size as the dogs of old— while absorbing their mana in the air. It was practically free Levels for her, and she didn't run out of mana too. If anything, the fight definitely was fun. After all, Levelling along with crushing insects were both satisfying.
And what happens when you mix both? It was awesome!
"Yeah. I'm definitely roasting that asshole." She muttered as she thought of the annoying guy who was clearly a lost cause. In more than one ways.
Ever since her first memory of him, he was always lost. He was weak, he wasn't smart, he was a bit on the boring side. But when she saw his eyes, she saw a burning flame that seemed to keep him going.
The person himself seemed unaware, but it was clear as day. She witnessed it, along with his desperation. It wasn't just her either. 'They' saw it too. And they were aware of how he felt towards 'them'.
'I wonder what's urging him to grow stronger?' She thought to herself.
It was a question she asked herself countless times over as the fire in his eyes seemed to grow brighter as days passed. However...
'It wasn't as strong as before.'
Right now, whatever was urging him from his past life, it wasn't urging him anymore. And not even her reminder of his regrets brought it back. So perhaps he had what he wanted in this lifetime? Well, at the very least, Arthur didn't know.
That's why...
"Obediently become food for my levels! Bitches!" Arthur yelled as she swung Excalibur.
She needed to get stronger.
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Not enough...
No matter how many Lancell killed, it wasn't enough...
There was an irritating feeling in his chest that urged him kill monsters. And it just needed to kill them.
Everytime he slashed at one, a satisfying feeling would wash through his body, as if...
Well, it wouldn't matter in any case. After all, this was war. And the only thing that mattered was which side gets wiped out first. That was all there is to it.
That's right. He was here to fight. Not enjoy himself in monster genocide...
Reaffirming his purpose, Lancell focused back on the battle as he dragged Carlos around while ignoring his complains.
And thus, the slaughter continued...
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Margilus Selvenia III watched his people died as he stood behind his armies. He listened to each and every one of it. Their cries of agony, their maddened screams, their dying regrets, all that he could, he listened.
He turned to his War Advisor at his left. "How are things progressing?"
The War Advisor nodded. "Not bad. At this rate, we have high chances of surviving—...living, through this."
"I see."
Margilus then faced forward once more to witness his people die. He led them here, and as their king, he had the responsibility to do so.
He watched everything. Again, and again, and again, for some time. And later, a report came. It was a knight. One who led an entire platoon. He bowed as he spoke with urgency. "Your majesty, something is happening in the eastern wing of the formation."
The 'something' piqued Margilus' interest. And along with it, a bad feeling. "What is wrong?"
"We do not know." He answered. Margilus frowned at that, but he continued. "But we cannot move forward. Something is hindering us."
The bad feeling intensified. He thought it might be magic, but it was impossible. It was proven after all. Other than sentient creatures, one who mastered language. No others could use magic. Unless their anatomy allowed them so.
Margilus wondered. Was it done by a mage? If that's the case, then why? There should be no merit in helping the monsters. Then why would they do so?
As Margilus pondered, another knight came. He knew the face of that knight, and his name too. And Margilus was sure he was stationed beside the knight who just came before.
"Your Majesty!" he called out with visible urgency. "We have a report!"
"State it."
"We have detected a presence of another hero in the battlefield!" he reported. "And he has company! Some mages and warriors!"
"Any sign of hostilities?" Margilus asked.
"No, Your Majesty." He denied. "But they seem to be the one who erected a barrier. A wide scale one without the use of runes or formations."
Margilus raised a brow. If they indeed didn't have any hostile intent, then they might be allies. But Margilus didn't remember asking for help. Not that anyone would believe him. If that was the case, then who were these people?
And for the second time, another person arrived as he was thinking.
"Hey, king," the person called out. "Can I check the eastern wing?"
"Lancell?" the king muttered in questioning tone. "May I ask why?"
He thought for a bit, and answered. "Well, I think I might know those idiots."
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