Chương 75: Argen’s new power/Leaving Camelot

Argen stared at Mordred before looking around at their surroundings.

"Where are we?" He asked, seeing the dirt and holes everywhere. Mordred looked at him for a few seconds before letting a small breath of air out and flopping on the ground.

"If you hit me you like men, simple as that…" He said as he laid down, gaining control of his breath.

"What?" Argen said before Mordred continued.

"We're in Camelot… Or what's left of it anyway, we destroyed everything… Or you did, Your friends are over there, they helped me contain you…"

Argen looked to the side to see Scathath standing fine and Nia breathing heavily on the ground, a bunch of vines wrapped around him as his eyes glowed.

"It was terrifying sir, I thought I would finally meet death after all these years, I guess I don't need to test you out after all…"

Argen looked at Scathath confused as she just looked at him with a very Un-Scathath like smile on her face.

"I… Did all this?" Argen said looking around. The mountains that had overlooked Camelot were flattened, the entire city was leveled and several ripped and teared clothes were scattered everywhere.

"Don't worry about the dead, they were dead a long time ago anyway… Ah… I guess you want to know what happened huh? Here," Mordred said as he sat up and swiftly moved forward.

His fingers tapped Argen's forehead faster than the boy could react, causing a bunch of pictures to be shown in his mind…

——

(When Argen lost consciousness)

Argen slammed his fist into Mordred's face as energy started to swirl around his arms.

The red and Silver combined each other, flowing all around Argen's body as his eyes were dead and unforgiving.

"Huh? Who knew a Beserker would visit Camelot, I always hated guys like you," Mordred said as he was kicked into the throne room doors.

Mordred caught himself with his hands and slammed his fist into Argen's solar plexus, smiling wildly as he felt his heart beat faster and faster.

"I know one actually," Mordred said as he dodged a kick from Argen, only for Argen to curve his leg inward, delivering an impossible kick to The side of Mordred's face.

"He's stronger than you though," Mordred said as he caught himself on the ground and pushed himself up using his hands, slamming both of his feet into Argen's face, smiling wildly.

"You very well might meet him one day, honestly it's inevitable, since bastards like you always seem to meet each other one way or another," Mordred said in between fighting Argen, smiling wildly as he felt the thrill of battle.

Beserkers were beings who could go into a berserk like state, where they didn't feel any pain and only focused on the fight.

Although Argen could do both, Mordred still felt something was missing.

"Oh… I get it now… You aren't in control-" Mordred said just as his face caught Argen's knee, blood spilling from his nose.

"Thats a problem, since you could die that way, I don't want you to die like that, it would be too easy," Mordred said as he breathed in and clenched his fist, slamming it into Argen's face and making the boy fly through the castle walls.

Mordred jumped out of the castle with a smile as Argen caught himself before hitting the ground and kicked toward Mordred, the dark, almost black, energy flew toward Mordred at near light speed.

'That's dangerous!' Mordred screamed in his mind as he punched up, making his body fly down faster than the curve of black energy's could hit him.

Silence, Then.

*Boom!*

The energy hit the castle walls and a blinding light erupted throughout city. The energy enveloped the buildings as Mordred blocked the light, grabbing Argen by the neck and throwing him toward the gates where a bigger battle was happening.

Argen slammed into an undead soldier, using the momentum to turn himself upright and tear apart the soldier.

"Hey!" Mordred said slamming his knee into Argen's face before kicking him away through many other soldiers, instantly they were torn apart.

'This is bad, Even Gareth didn't destroy cities while in beserk… This kid is weak at the moment, but what if he were in control? What if he was able to train this more… Is this the strongest one ever?'

Mordred had all these thoughts in a sit second as a third party hit Argen from the side.

"Hm? Who are you!" Mordred said as he saw the woman with dull eyes. Next to her was the Man that had killed his Lancelot clone. Nia.

"We have to stop him, it shouldn't be too hard as he's not in the final yet," The woman, Scathath, said as Argen rushed her, only to be smacked away with the handle of her spear.

"Not final?… Do you mean to tell me that he's an Omega?" Mordred said, his eyes wide as he looked at Argen, who was rushing him this time instead.

Mordred grabbed him by the arm and twisted his body, slamming Argen into the ground, making a small crater.

"An Omega… Yes, who are you?" Scathath asked as Argen rushed Nia, who made a branch appear and parried his attack.

"I am Mordred Pendragon, pleased to make your acquaintance… Now I think we should talk later, if he's an Omega… Then we must stop him before he wakes…"

Mordred and Scathath nodded, rushing Argen as he and Nia were fighting.

"Scathath we need to make him tired, because I'd hate to have to kill him."

Nia said this with full confidence, even though, with the dull eyes staring into his own, he wasn't too sure.

Nia managed to push Argen away from him with the branch as Mordred came from the right, kneeing him in the ribs as Scathath slammed the hilt of her spear into his face.

The combined attacks caused Argen's body to flip and fly a few feet away.

Before he hit the ground his arms reached out, clawing at the dirt as the dark energy went around the entire area.

"Kill, Kill Kill Kill!" Argen yelled, the first words he said while in this state.

"I read all about beings like you in Mothers books. Beings born from different sins, they're all extremely powerful, however… I trained harder than anyone here," Mordred said as he slammed his feet into Argen's face.

"I'm not so sure about that last part, but I too read about Omegas, who knew sir was one of them, does that make him evil?" Nia said as he cracked the thick branch against Argen's side.

"No, Argen's not evil, he just needs guidance, that's why we're all here, to help him," Scathath said, slamming the flat of her spear blade into the side of his face.

"You guys should speak for yourself, We may be working together to keep him at bay, but I'm not your friend…" Mordred said as he elbowed Argen's back, making him fly forward.

"Why not? You don't seem to have anything going for you here, there's no one even living here, you're just alone."

Scathath's words caught him off guard, allowing Argen to claw at his throat and bring him to the ground.

Scathath and Nia began to move before a force kept them away.

"Alone? Yeah I'm alone, I've always been alone, everything I've gone through… I'm just alone haha… So why the fuck am I crying!" Mordred said with tears in his eyes as he slammed his fist into Argen's face.

"You said why not? Because I'm scared! I'm scared of being hurt again! Join you? Why should I!?" Mordred yelled throwing Argen away to the side before a force drew him back toward him, his knee slamming into his face.

"Why not, are you kidding, haven't you noticed, we're all alone too," Scathath said as Nia smiled.

"Yeah, we're all alone!" Nia said, though he was confused why they were doing this.

"Alone? Yeah I'm alone, What of it?" Argen said, surprising the others as his dull voice, matched with his dull eyes.

"I'm alone, alone alone alone, I have to kill, That's all I have anyway, just kill kill kill…" Argen said as the energy got denser around his body, and darker, getting closer and closer to black.

Argen grabbed Mordred by the throat, snapping his right arm and slamming his fist into his ribs.

From then in it was an assault, barrage of punches just slamming into his body. Again and again.

'Am I going to die here? Nah, I can feel it, I still have many years of life left…'

It was then that Mordred felt the change in Argen, the punches suddenly stopped, and his vibe changed completely. "What… Happened…"

——

"So… I destroyed everything, and you're joining us? Well that's cool and all… But now we have no base!" Argen yelled looking at the other 3.

Argen stopped though as his heart pumped fast, faster than he had ever felt it. 'Just do this,' A voice said as Argen raised his hand.

Silver streams of light sprung from his hands, forming into a huge beautiful castle, an exact copy of the castle of Camelot.

"How did you…" Scathath said, surprised as she had never seen him do this before.

The silver streams of light formed high wall as as well, surrounding the castle, topped off with silver wolves to guard it.

(A Few days later)

"Then, that's that, now… On to the next step?" Argen said standing in fresh clothes, a long silver over coat and black shirt and pants underneath.

"Well… I wanted to talk to you about that, There's been a lot of things going on in the world since we left, even though it felt like just 3 days ago, it's been 3 weeks on the outside already," Scathath said as Argen just nodded, not caring about the passage of time.

"In that case, I want to go to step two, and then… End Game, Are you ready Nia? Scathath? Mor-"

"No I'm not really feeling it to be honest, the whole group thing won't work for me. I joined you guys because I didn't want to be alone here, if we're going on the outside I don't really care if you send me off on a mission by myself… Plus I want to see how I compare to these gods…"

Scathath and Nia looked ready to protest, but Argen just raised his hand to silence them.

"Fine, I actually wanted to test you anyway, I know you're strong, but you only fought one person, who knows how it'd be to fight a bunch of gods… Go to Ireland and wipe out the pantheon, meet us here when you're done, however long that takes…"

With this said Mordred looked at a pair of armor in the corner of the room. "Haha… Who knew I'd ever bring using this shit, you sure I can't have Caliburn back?"

With a no from Argen, Mordred shrugged and put on the armor, taking the sword that was hanging with it.

"Clarent, I shall kill lots of gods with you, and who knows, maybe we can satisfy that urge you have for blood."

Nia whistled, "That's a nice sword… We should have a match sometime…" Nia knew what he was doing, any swordsman could see how ready to fight he was.

The battle with the copy of Lancelot only made his urge to fight someone with purely swords more intense.

"A match? Perhaps when I return, see you later…" Mordred walked out the door. '… My Family.' He thought to himself, finishing his sentence as he left Albion, the land he had been born in…

"Then… We will go to China… I have a bone to pick with a god there…"

——

"Hmm, I don't know why, but I feel a little cold all of a sudden…" The Monkey King said as he sat next to The Nine Tailed Fox, both watching Buddha and The Jade Emperor playing Chess.

"Yes, we should all prepare to be used in this grand vision of our elders, whether this is the last time we meet, or just another battle… I do not know," Buddha said as he opened his eyes, feeling the same feeling that Monkey had felt…