Bab 150: CHAPTER 149: slaughtering.
Blood poured forth from their wounds and stained the ground in a mixture of red and nearly black. The screams of men and roars of demons filled the air like a well-practiced symphony.
Here I slaughtered humans and demons alike. The humans would later come after me if I let them live and the demons just stood in my way.
A loud bang echoed through the warzone when a significantly larger version of one of the spears was fired. Bits and pieces of the ground scattered in all directions and cut trough the weak flesh of the people who were unfortunate enough to stand too close.
I dashed away so that I would not get affected by the silvery substance that came free after firing the projectile.
Here a man with a sword covered in holy water and salt tried to stab me in my lower abdomen. But it was barely of any use. All I could feel was the burning of the holy water, but it was just that. I could feel it. It would not be able to bring much harm upon me.
With one careless motion of my arm, I flung his head off and I continued my search.
Eventually I saw him. He was desperately trying to fend off four imps and one other djall that was slightly larger than me.
I dashed towards him appearing there almost immediately.
He tried to slam his shield against one of the attacking imps and had not even noticed me. I compressed the air and made it basically shoot out at the imps. Ending them in one action.
The djall that was enjoying the scene before this turned to me in rage. He cloaked his body in flames and dashed towards me. his wings spreading out like he tried to block out the light coming from the core of Atlantis.
He pressed me down into the ground that had turned hard under the numerous feet of those that had fought here. his claws pierced trough my scales and reached my flesh. This was the first time since a verry long time that I actually got hurt.
Tough I was pinned on the ground I managed to kick him in the stomach. The black claws on my feet left a deep cut and extremely dark red blood started to spill out.
After this I engulfed myself in flames and managed to dash away from the demon.
He flew up and prepared to let fire rain down from the sky. But I followed him into the air.
I managed to fly above him and let myself drop down on his back so that I could tear his wings apart. He screamed in pain and wile falling he stabbed me in my arm with the blade on his tail.
When he hit the ground, I immediately went to finish the job. But he sprung up. With a trail of fire raging behind him he leaped at me. In contrast to the first time, I dashed forward. He missed. And while he turned around to try again, I already stabbed his back with my tail making sure that I would hit as many organs as possible.
While the demon was spitting up his own nearly black blood, I ripped out his throat with my teeth. Even now he was still alive. But that did not matter. He would soon die anyways.
Just for the fun of it I tore open his chest and stabbed him with his own ribs while he was still barely alive. With no way that he could move he could only hope that he would pass away soon. And to my disappointment, he did.
Now that the demon had died, I stepped away from the corpse and looked at my father who was staring in absolute horror.
It took me a few seconds before I realised why that was. I had killed so much in the past few years that I no longer saw it as something that was necessarily evil or taboo. But he just saw his own son as a demon tearing apart another demon, ripping out said demon's organs and stabbing it to death with its own ribs.
"Dad are you alright?"
He did not respond. But it was not like he had the time to either.
There were a lot more demons coming. The following minutes could only be compared to a maelstrom consisting of fangs claws blood and intestines. For each demon I killed, more would follow. They did not care about their own lives. And why would they? They had no idea that if they fell by my hands, they would not come back. for all they knew they would re-join the fight after they had healed back in hell.
I soon came to face with a problem that could verry well decide the battle for me. if I killed another demon my mark would use the remaining power of that demon to strengthen me. back in hell that was not that big of a problem. There were not as many demons in one place as here. so, I could stop fighting whenever I felt like it. but right now, I had killed at least a hundred.
It would not take long before my body could no longer keep up with the amount of energy my mark was absorbing. I had already taken a more neutral approach, only killing demons when they attacked me or my father. But even then, I could tell that I probably was going to pass out soon.
The only beacon of hope was that most of them were driven back. the humans were winning this battle, meaning that I did not need to kill much more demons.
I figured that the best approach now was to just risk it. surely someone must have already seen me protecting my father. There was no reason anymore to stay here.
As I wanted to pick up my father to fly off with him, I got hit in my side with one of the projectiles. Due to the immense exhaustion and pain, I felt due to my body being unable to keep up with my new strength I was unable to doge it in time.
I crashed onto the ground. My father saw this and ruched to my side. He desperately tried to help get the silvery substance off of me while it slowly ate away at my scales and soon spread to the muscle underneath.
I could see that more and more demons were dying. Humanity surely won this victory.
While the demonic horde was driven back a group of heavily armed humans approached us. But I was unable to move, my vision was slowly getting blurry. I could her my dad yelling something and the other humans replying. But the words no longer made sense.
Yet somehow, I still managed to stay in a half-awake state.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
stone