Chapter 306: Merikh - Bloodlust
Chapter 306: Merikh – Bloodlust
“I had disobeyed his order. We have to throw caution to the wind. Why could he not understand? We have him; we have him! Why doesn’t Lord Argo realize that?
“So it’s finally time; I was beginning to think all Nox was good for was talk.” Gu Shen arrogantly barked, snorting with his head high, “It’s finally time for me to kill that fucker who dares try to steal my fiance.”
Scuffing at the fool known to be a soul bender. I did not even bother to turn; Gu Shen was an idiot; even after five years of working together, his arrogance was toxic. No wonder Yura wanted to be fucked by a demon. If I were her, I would do the same.
It was dawn, almost night, close to the hour where we would strike. Arsene will not even see what happens. We came prepared; the Realm War right now is pure chaos, leaving everyone tattered. Gods and giants are everywhere destroying each other, while the Aesir’s and Vanirs are at each other’s throats.
It’s the perfect time to strike. The humans lost and lost before they could even understand what happened, but they are still helpful. Arsene will not see it happen, even if they have a god! We have a demi-god who is a soul bender. A lesser god cannot protect him.
“How is Amund doing?” I inquired, gazing upon the City of Flames in the distance.
“A foolish inquiry how would you feel if all you build was destroyed in a single night? Gods are killing one another, and his land is paying the price. How the hell do you think he is?” said Gu Shen.
“I did a lot of research about Arsene, and one thing I reported to the higher-ups was his ability to make enemies. It’s like he feels compelled to anger people. It doesn’t matter his cultivation. He always seems to find a way to do it.”
“Doesn’t matter anymore. After today he is dead!” Gu Shen arrogantly proclaimed, “Once he is dead, I will find that bitch Yura and show him his head.”
“You are such a fool.” The voice of Sage Ren echoed out, “The both of you, I will warn you once more. Do not do this. Why the hell do you think none of the Gods or Giants have attacked? They want Arsene to leave his city; he is far too protected here. We should instead fire from a distance destroying the land in that city of flames.”
“What the fuck would a coward who never shown his face, even when his city was turned to ash know?” Gu Shen harshly voiced, “Sage, they call you, protectors of the land of Midgard, yet where were you?”
Not showing any expression, Ren narrowed his eyes, peering towards me. This man… He reminded me a little of Lord Argo. They had the same look. It was cold, almost icy like they were staring deep into my soul.
“We have a demi-God who is a soul bender. While you may not know what that means, I can assure you he is more than capable of handling that god by Arsense’s side. As for the formations around his city, we have artifacts to defend against that. Our victory is but assured.
Showing a cynical smile, Ren turned around, “Defend? It would seem you are neglecting the fact that Arsene Snow is a Devil from the Nine Hells. Good luck, for you, will need it.” He stated, vanishing as I scoffed.
“Gather the men!” I yelled, watching over seven hundred warriors all within the realm of the world appear before me. A horrifying glow surrounded them as I looked up into the air at the gods I knew were watching.
“I Merikh will ask once more! Will you stand with me or against me!” I bellowed, my voice overflowing with a powerful, bloodthirst intent.
It did not matter if they agreed or not, for my victory was all but assured, and their deaths were only a matter of time. Nox did not take kindly to those that did not listen. Lord Agro was the only one they listened to, but that will change. I will show them all! The fools!
Levitating into the air, the land began to quiver as everyone felt a supreme thunder echoing out, sending a shiver down my spine. Feeling my stomach turn jittery, a divinity I did not expect began to rain over us.
“A blessing? Thors… no, not just Thors, Hiemdel, Baulder, and many more!” Gu Shen shouted, his eyes beginning to glimmer, “It would seem things will be going even better.”
“CHARGE!” I roared, piercing through that air towards the city of flames.
“ARSENE!” Amund, the former king of Midgard, screamed as over a thousand members from his kingdom who remain loyal appeared at his side took the lead. Drawing his sword, a bloody aura that took me by surprise swarmed the land as Amund landed upon the ground glaring at the obsidian wall surrounding the city of flames.
Releasing a deep breath of air, a massive formation filled with divine energy began to ripple off his body. Filled with the aura of Hiemdel, my eyes widened as I roared.
“Prepare the Dra’kma Relic; we will cancel any formation Arsene dare’s uses,” I commanded, pulling out seven khakkharas from my spiral ring while all of my followers did the same. Suddenly a massive invisible force began to radiate from the empty void. Komora Vilra, the formation created by a forgotten monk to destroy formations. Arsene, you fucker, we are ready!
Hoisting his blade high, Amund’s arm began to bleed as the formation in the air began to turn scarlet. Bring about a dark sensation I had never felt.
“Oh Goddess of Hel, hear my plea and gather thy will. By my life, I offer you thy soul, for your power. Come Forth O Eternal Scythe of Hel!” Amund chanted as the image within the heavens turned emerald, pulsing with the power of Hel.
Coldly Smiling, I roared, “Get ready to siege the city; kill everything in sight! Our target is the castle. Leave nothing but ash in this infernal city!”Licking my lips in anticipation, the circle of Amund began to shift into a massive scythe. Suddenly the very void began to shake as something odd happened we never thought occurred. There was no formation; Amunds spell simply severed the great obsidian wall splitting the entire city in half. There was no resistance or sound, only a single vertical line filled with Hel’s power. However, this was not the time to investigate. Arsene needs to die!
“ATTACK!”