Chapter 414: Chapter 414: Massacre 1
The moment my boots left the fortress wall, time seemed to slow.
Wind screamed past me, snowflakes catching on the edge of my coat. Below, the field was a seething mass of Quagoa—clawed creatures screeching in rage and hunger. Their war cries echoed off the stone walls and filled the valley like a rising tide of madness. But to me, they were nothing but sparks awaiting the hammer.
I landed like a thunderclap, the ground beneath my feet cracking under the force. Dozens of Quagoa near the impact point were flung aside like dolls, bones snapping and bodies flying.
There was a brief silence—a heartbeat where the entire battlefield stilled.
Then I moved.
My hand blurred as I drove it through the first Quagoa’s chest, tearing out its heart before it could even scream. A second came at me from behind—I turned, my coat flaring as I crushed its skull with a backhand. Claws, spears, axes—none of it mattered. None of it could touch me.
Blood sprayed into the air like mist. My eyes burned gold, and my aura exploded outward, thick and suffocating, washing over the battlefield like an ocean of dread. Every Quagoa within fifty meters staggered as their primal instincts screamed one thing: run.
From atop the wall, Clementine narrowed her eyes. "Is he gonna be alright out there alone?"
Solution, standing beside her, offered a rare smile—calm, confident. "Even if their army numbered in the hundreds of thousands, Alex would still cut them down without breaking a sweat."
Clementine scoffed lightly. "Show-off."
Below, I kept moving. The battlefield was now mine. I was the storm in the middle of chaos.
A roar echoed behind me—Gagaran.
"We can’t let Alex take all the damn glory!" she shouted, launching herself over the wall with a wide grin. Her great hammer swung through the air, smashing into the crowd of Quagoa like a wrecking ball. Bones shattered. Bodies flew.
Lakyus followed next, sword drawn and glowing with blue light. "Blue Rose, support him! Let’s show them what we can do!"
Tina and Tia stayed behind, along with Evileye, who didn’t move. Instead, her crimson eyes stayed fixed on me.
She watched how the Quagoa parted around me like water around a stone. She saw the speed, the brutality, the precision. She didn’t speak, didn’t blink, didn’t even breathe for a moment. Her mage’s instincts weren’t screaming "power"—they were whispering something else. Something older. Something terrifying.
"That’s not human, not a vampire either," she muttered.
If he was a vampire, the blood flowing down on the battlefield was enough for him to go berserk. Even she, herself, is holding a lot back.
She wasn’t wrong.
Below, I carved through dozens more. I wasn’t using magic. I didn’t need to. Every step I took shattered bones. Every motion I made ended lives. My presence alone disrupted their formation, made them hesitate, and falter—and hesitation in battle was a death sentence.
Lakyus and Gagaran fought near me, their movements coordinated from years of fighting together. But even they gave me space, instinctively understanding the difference between our levels. They could hold a line, kill a few with effort. I was wiping out waves.
More Quagoa poured in from the rear ranks, desperate to push forward. The sheer number would’ve overwhelmed a fortress—could’ve broken even seasoned defenders. But here, in this open ground, they only made one mistake.
They came to me.
The commander-in-chief of the dwarves, standing atop the fortress with Evileye and the twins, stared wide-eyed. "He... he’s holding the line by himself."
"No," Evileye corrected softly. "He’s not holding. He’s dominating."
The battlefield was becoming a slaughterhouse. A river of blood flowed across the snow, steam rising where it met the cold. Quagoa corpses piled high. Still, they charged, driven by desperation, fear, and madness.
But I was no wall to break against.
I was the blade that cut through them.
And I wasn’t even trying yet.
Every so often, I turned back to glance toward the fortress—to the place where Evileye stood watching. I saw her there, unmoving. Not because she was frozen with fear, but because she understood. She recognized it. A predator, just like her. Only bigger.
The ground shook with another impact as Gagaran slammed her hammer into a cluster of Quagoa. "Not bad for a warm-up!" she bellowed.
Lakyus parried a strike and drove her glowing blade into the gut of another. "Don’t get cocky!"
Clementine, finally giving in to her instincts, jumped down to join the fight with a delighted grin. "Fine, fine, I’ll kill a few. But save me something juicy, Alex!"
"Go wild," I said as I grabbed another Quagoa by the jaw and crushed its skull in one hand. "There’s enough to go around."
And there truly was. Thousands still remained. But I could see it now—in their eyes. Fear was growing. They had come expecting to siege a fortress, to break a wall, to kill exhausted defenders.
Instead, they found me.
Evileye narrowed her gaze. "Who are you really? Why is my very conscious trying to worship you?" she whispered to herself.
She would find out soon enough.
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