Capítulo 17: CHAPTER 17 Carnage
This fucker is insane, and that is not to be challenged. An estranged smile was revealed on my face. He doesn't know how I got here without him knowing. Really stupid people, again. I have given them enough mercy; now it is time to begin.
His mace swung toward my cheek. I dipped instantly. Then I removed Flesheater, the name that I gave my sword, which explains what it does. I considered names like Vampire's Fang, Soul Drinker, and Kindness (because you can kill people with kindness)., Gurthang (Iron of Death), Hunllef (Welsh for Nightmare), Boneripper, Dragonscream, and others, but Flesheater won out.
Flesheater as it does the shit and sounds pretty cool, and also as it does really eat flesh, and I won't name it Vampire's Fang as it would just give away my own race. Then I removed the Flesheater, from its scabbard before grabbing the hilt of my blade. I was in full control of it. I could feel its power within my grasp...
As the caption looked at me with wide eyes, a toothy grin appeared on his face, "Boom crack," as he slammed his mace against the wood, cracking it.
As soon as I reached him, his mace once again slammed against the ground with a loud clang, once again missing me.
With a flick of my torso, I jumped into the air, using that as an opportunity, and his mace moved towards me, but for naught... because I stepped on the mace instead... as if walking over it, and swung my blade forward, breaking the chains apart.
One thing I discovered about my sword today is that it is razor sharp... and as light as a feather. There is almost no weight to it.
A man with a good blade, even if it was made of Valyrian steel, was a horrifying killing machine who slaughtered thousands. It made me respect my bloodline, even more… even if I don't have it,
The Targaryens are supposed to have been the weakest of the Dragonlord families. I could not even begin to imagine what kind of monsters the others were. And I curse myself, as I really want to know what is in their blood.
Maybe there was something better than Valyrian Steel. I wish to visit the ruins of Old Valyria, for many things, such as Dragons research, souls, blood, and many more, and to see the true home of those high lords once at least.
There are so many mysteries surrounding it, including possibly more Valyrian steel, dragon eggs containing more than Balerion the Black Dread, and even answers to my condition.
A shiver went across my body. Although a single second had passed, my mind had already done a lot of thinking.
I focused on Fucker for the moment, who stood there with his arms wide open. "Boom crack crack crack!" I quickly placed my foot on his chest and shoved him into the wooden deck.
My blade then slashed off his arm, and before he could even scream out loud, black flames burst from it.
With a clean cut, he was armless and kicked his burning arm away as a smirk formed on my visage.
The person in the caption in question collapsed on the ground, kneeling on a single leg, groaning in pain.
Right now, he must be feeling first-hand pain from my sword, and not just any sword, but the sharpest and most exquisite one.
He tried to get up, but for some reason, his leg did not seem to work properly. He looked at me as if I were begging.
However, I had no intention of doing that. And he had wasted my time enough as it is, plus I was in such an important moment, and a quick death itself means I'm being extremely merciful, which I don't want. but the lady in red is waiting for me, and I won't be a man if I let her wait longer. Also, I could hear the voice again.
'Yes, Blood...blood... blood...blood…'
I raised my blade high above my head, before plunging it downward, aiming for his neck.
Pigs on all sides of the ship screamed loudly.
"NO!" as all the savages screamed,
As you wish for a good mother. At the last second, I twisted my blade, piercing his stomach and ripping slowly—slowly towards his rib cage, where I could feel his heart beating.
At the same time, I felt my own urge for blood to increase. This battle was making me lustful for others.
My smile widened, as the blade neared his heart. It made me happy to finally be bathing in blood after all these years. And it had already started to suck him dry.
Drink all of his blood, and if that isn't enough, drink anyone else in this place.
I whispered softly as my Flesheater seemed very happy and excited with my command, as if now he was sucking his blood faster than even a normal vampire. I slowly withdrew my hand and let the blade remain in his wound. It was not over yet.
As the crew charged at me, some archers grabbing their bows, I turned around and threw a little of my strength into this kick, Taekwondoing the shit out of his manhood.
*Crack*
What followed was an ear-piercing, blood-curdling scream of absolute pain that made every man in Pentos suddenly shudder. Ouch, Even my dick began to sting.
The man collapsed to the ground, spasming and spewing white foam, his eyes fixed upward. He was groaning like a zombie and uttering incomprehensible words.
Task… Don't scream so much; the only screams that I like are from women. "Let me put you out of your misery." I stepped on his skull, cracking it slowly open, and heard the sweet sound of his skull getting cracked bit by bit until he died.
Taking my foot off the mess of brain matter and blood, I sigh, but I will feel it later as I saw pigs and females frozen in place when they saw this as pigs were grabbing their crotches.
I don't feel anything, even though I broke the golden rule, never kick a male in the balls, especially when you have super strength. Hahaha hahahhaha,
As two men teamed up and made a coordinated attack from both sides, I jumped and made a split kick mid-air that caved their heads in…
As soon as I fell back down to the ground, an arrow flew straight to the back of my skull. I turned around and caught the arrowhead between my index finger and my little finger.
I swirled the arrow in my hand and held its tail.
I threw it like one would throw a dart, and it pierced through the man's head. And it did the same with another man who was behind him; this time it pierced through his heart.
"Swiss," as my sword finished sucking him dry, leaving a zombified body devoid of blood, it flew towards a man, piercing through right into his heart, and the Flesheater didn't stop there, piling him behind, and another, anAnd Flesheater had precisely gone through the hearts of all six men. And it has hardly gone through the sixth man's heart. as it stopped and started to drain the blood from all six men simultaneously.
And I have to say this was something I never thought of doing— sucking six men simultaneously. Clearly, its long size is the key to it.
As I looked around, I saw pigs were still coming, and there were too many to list in the hundreds, so with a sigh, I grabbed my speed.
With a signal, from who seemed to be the co-captain, two of the surrounding men approached me and reached out to grab me.
What they didn't notice were my claws elongating slightly.
*Slash* *Splack*
"Kgh, kkkkccks *cough* "
Claw marks appeared on both the soldiers' necks as they hugged their necks in disbelief until they collapsed to the ground in a pool of their own blood.
"You're not afraid of death, which I like, but let's see how long this can last," an icy cold voice resounded, sending chills down the pig's spines, as the figure of me vanished from the scene.
*Swoosh* *Swoosh*
What followed was absolute carnage as a shadow weaved through the pigs at speeds to which they were unable to react. One by one, they fell like flies; some had their heads squashed paper thin; some were decapitated, and some were disfigured by claws beyond recognition.
I was using a little of my vamp speed and slashing their heads apart using my claw nails. And Flesheater had to do the same; it was sucking blood faster than an eye could glance at it, as the only thing they could see was zombified bodies that fell after it was done.
The remaining pigs seeing the slaughter started screaming in panic, and their legs kept shaking; one man even fell to his knees and cried from terror. Females who were just getting r@pe were screaming and vomiting as well.
In a desperate attempt, the pigs started flailing their swords wildly without any apparent target.
As they looked down, they planned to jump into the sea to save their pathetic little lives. but they essentially stopped in their tracks as their legs froze when they saw what was in the sea surrounding their ships—Karake, not one, not two, not three; they were nearly in twenty.
And their spikey arms were wide open, just waiting for someone to jump. This was counterproductive, as they were attacked by friendly fire. Screams were rampant as limbs were separated and heads were decapitated, leaving fountains of blood to color the deck. It quickly begins to seep into the subterranean levels.
Until now, all the pigs and their rabid young girls had come up due to the crew's screams, and they were terrified by what they saw. And seeing the blood, the females in chains started to scream; some of them even fainted.
It was mayhem; it was dread; it was HELL.
"GATHER! TIGHT FORMATION! MOVEE!!" The co-captain called out for the remaining pigs, which were now less than a quarter of their original count. as I and my sword were much faster than they could even imagine.
The fighting came to a halt as the pigs came together and formed a tight circle around their leader. A few pigs and women jumped into the sea only to be devoured by Krakens; a few of them were even drowned by Krakens for the love of their god, creating a historical scene; What is dead may never die, so some of them even joined their drowning god. And a few old, experienced pigs hid themselves as their first instinct told them they would die. So the next best option was to hide. And if he is righteous, then they could take someone hostage to escape from him.
*Throw* *Plack*
A head suddenly came flying into the circle, inches away from the feet of the Bald Pig/co-captain.
It was the head of one of the most experienced fighters, with both eyes squashed in and an expression of horror adorning his face, relaying his expression moments before his death.
The co-captain had black lines under his eyes, and the clanking of metal from the shaking of the cocaptain's legs started to resound across the ship's deck. He may appear fearless and intimidating on the outside, but this was only a mask for the terror he felt on the inside.
People like him didn't have any backbone to stand in front of a certain death. What they all do is r@pe helpless women, as they can't even stand in front of men like themselves. That's why they are in groups.
He had trained these co-caption pigs himself, and he was aware of their ability to be slaughtered like pigs in a slaughterhouse. What kind of monster can do this!? And why did they come here on their way home—why did they let the caption do his shit? And just for more gold and women, here, they are.
Their group had so much loot that he got to meet the town's commander's two daughters and his wife; even though they killed themselves, they had a great time with them. Especially the daughters, whose young, pure pussies and lovely faces were a winning combination.
He had hardly seen anyone this beautiful besides the women and daughters of high lords; and when he got the chance to do it, as he was the first to reach there, he had the greatest day of his life.
Furthermore, his men also got their chances, and they were grateful to him; and when the captain got his chance, they didn't know what the captain did, but the women killed themselves.
They didn't care because they already had loosen pussies and had sold many ladies and young slaves from the small village into Slaver's Bay. Then how did these great days suddenly turn into such nightmares?
He simply wanted to return home, have some fun with the young females they had brought, and make some money by selling young slaves in addition to the money they already had.
Just on the brink of losing hope, he saw more of his men's heads rolling on the deck.
His eyes landed on the women that were still on the ship, who had by now been woken up by the various screams of death. They hugged their shoulders in fear and were puking all over the wooden deck from the blood and gore. By now, a sickening stench had begun to permeate the ship, and from time to time they would hear roars from Krakens who had someone in their hands.
He thought he was a hero, a righteous man with scenes of justice, when he finally saw a way out, and how did he come to this conclusion? Well, by looking around, he saw that there was not even a single head of a female rolling around, and there was no woman dead, that was not a part of their crew, only their crew people.
So he dashed, with every muscle of his being contracting past its limits and constantly getting torn, towards the girl in chains. As he saw what he was doing, they repeated it, and they also dashed towards the nearest females around them. If not for the adrenaline pumping through them and numbing their senses of pain, the sheer pain they would feel all over their bodies would be enough for them to pass out.
In moments, they held the frightened girls in their grips with a sword, dagger, or arrow centimetres from their necks.
*Clank*
*Clank*
*Clank*
*Thud*
as his head rolls around. Footsteps gradually appeared from the direction of the last man, who had crossed the most distance to get to the woman, but his head told them he was unsuccessful. showing the full moon. a man dressed in black pants, bare chested, and drenched in blood from head to toe. The piercing red eyes and black sclera made some of the pigs who looked at him fall into nightmarish hallucinations, while others outright passed out.
Some hardened pigs felt horrified and a little weak in their legs but were otherwise unaffected. Even though he was bloody, they could clearly see well-defined mussels on his body, and because of the perfect shape of his body, he wasn't that tall; if he were, they could easily think of him as some kind of blood god.
as his perfect body and the aura of gods and death each had their own presence.
Then a deep and cold voice resounded from the man, whose hands still dripped with fresh blood.
"You really have balls of steel, don't you?" "It was so hard to find dogs like you who just knew how to survive."
Even though Drake said all this while looking at the co-caption pigs around him, he also told them the same.
"S-step BACK!! BACK!! I'LL SLIT HER THROAT OPEN IF SHE GETS ANY CLOSER!
"Yeah, we would do the same," said the other pigs, following their co-caption's stupidity.
Drake was unperturbed as he took another step.
"ONE MORE STEP AND I SWEAR BY THE DROWNED GOD I'LL KILL HER-"
All of a sudden, a sword bolted through them like a thrown javelin piercing through females lungs and the pigs' hearts.
And just like before, there were six people hanging on the sword, and the sword was none other than Flesheater. The reeling men didn't have the time to process what just happened before a hand came out of their chests holding two hearts.
"Cough, pfff Cough, pfff" The pig and young girl coughed up blood, and the light in their eyes disappeared right after. as the young girl looked at him with a thankful smile as she finally had peace with her mother. while the pig had a horrified face.
He removed his hand, still containing their hearts, brought it to his mouth, and squeezed.
Thick, reddish blood then slithered like honey into his mouth. Mmn~. Delicious~. 6/10. He said this as he drank the blood from their hearts, leaving only white-squeezed hearts.
And when the pigs and women saw this, they again had terrified looks. And then Drake vanished.
*Thud*
*Thud*
*Thud* *Thud*
*Thud* *Thud*
*Thud*
And once he disappeared, bodies without hearts started to fall like dominoes, one after another. And soon the entire deck was empty because no pigs remained and only a few women had not been grabbed by pigs.
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