The Regression Of A Grand Mercenary - 104 - War Never Changes - Part 2

Consider the Idea.

The strong rules…the weak submit.

That is all.

***

One after another, a demon falls from the sky and plummets to the oceans below them.

For beyond that same sky was a flying warrior with wings made of wind and an armor as dark as venom and as potent as fire.

His sword, as thick as it was…carried an essence of a monster that could tear through mountains with ease…even more so easily with Demons who could do nothing but cower at the sight of his majesty.

The king of Fighting flew without hesitation.

Even with the arrows flying towards him, the speed of his flight was enough to leave them in the dust. And to some demons who become enraged because of his unending massacre, the moment they decided to face him head on, they only come to face against the wicked reality of his strength.

At the moment they come as close as a meter far from his sword’s length, already, they could feel themselves being swallowed by what seems to be that of the image of a monster’s jaw grabbing them by their waist and cutting them in half in an instant.

When demons with shield came about trying to stop this armored fighter, it was of the same result.

No demon in the area could overwhelm him.

Slowly, the thousand demons who came to destroy this group of misfits,  their numbers were slowly plummeting. And the four black-robed men who were beside the magic circle in the sky, they watched in intrigued as such an unstoppable force of strength came wrecking one life over the other.

It was a grand sight…

But it hindered their plans.

So, to counter such nuisance, one of those men in black raised his hand…

But the moment he did, all of a sudden, from his side was the sight of a masked man. One who was the leader of the group.

The leader, in his old fashion of essence, used magic of black flames. From his magic circle appeared a dragon’s jaw that fired an impressive size of flame. It could have easily killed the demons that came about their way, but the leader’s target were the four men in robes.

*FOOOUUUUSSSSHHHHH!!!*

The black flames of his dragon’s attack was strong enough to clear a forest worth of trees. Its breath could easily melt through metal and mountain all alike.

But when his attack settled, he came to witness that the men in robes were unharmed. It seems that a magic barrier in the shape of a box protected them from any attacks that came their way.

Seeing the futility of it, the Leader instead manifested another form magic from his arsenal.

Instead of an attack, he conjured a fog surrounding those four men.

He didn’t have ot manifest words of magic to release this spell. Just his genius alone was enough…his thoughts were all that it took to create the spell.

And once made, the fog surrounded the men. It blocked their view of what was raging below them.

And using this chance, out from behind came a bright light that was as majestic as that of the heaven’s light itself.

When turning their heads, the four men came to witness the sight of a woman who wore a mask, and by her hand was a sword coated with that very heavenly light.

“Take this!” she said as she swung down her sword.

The moment the sword struck the barrier, a force of a giant’s strength erupted in the sky.  Clouds parted and the sea rippled from the strength of the woman’s attack.

This woman was incredibly strong for her age. Enough to be considered a champion of sorts.

And to her attack, the barrier cracked under the pressure. As for the fog manifested by the leader, it dissipated into the air. His magic could not uphold the strength of his sister’s attacks. But that one chance of attack was all they need to bring about damnation against their enemies.

“!!” one of the men inside quickly noticed and tried reinforcing the barrier, but the woman did not settle for that one attack alone.

Because right after that one swing of her sword, she pummeled again with the same strength that could push away a mountain.

It was a question of how someone her size and age could gain such a strength, maybe it was the influence of the magic applied to her by her brother, or maybe it was simply her innate talent and greatness.

But these question mattered not as while she pummeled against the barrier, the men inside did not stand idly by.

In a matter of seconds, the barrier was going to break, so they had to stop her by any means necessary.

While one man was reinforcing the barrier, the other tree manifested a different spell that reeked of demonic essence.

And from their spell, a black cloud manifested in the air. Above their very heads.

At one moment, while she was trying to break through that cloud above her suddenly unleashed a monster that fell and landed on top of the barrier.

What appeared may seem like a demon like the rest above the clouds…but this demon in particular had no wings, nor did it have the devilish teeth sharp enough to bite through iron.

Instead, what appeared was a goat-like man. Half goat, half man.

Standing on its two hooves with the muscularity of a devilish bull’s legs, a pair horns that grew longer than any demon seen above the clouds, the body of a man with a physique sculpted like that of an angel. Yet it’s height itself was something to comment about. It only stood at barely the tallness of a child barely reaching its youth.

It seemed almost pointless to see that a demon such as this was summoned by those men,  seeing as how the battlefield was to be taken above the skies.

But the moment it was summoned, everyone in the area knew to take caution.

For its stare…it stared down on them as if it saw the very sins they committed.

One moment it stood above them like a bystander, the next, the vice-leader who carried her sword with the weight of the heavens suddenly got kicked down her abdomen, and she was thrown off her feet.

She fell faster than the stars the above…

And she landed down to the ground near the house.

No one could react to the speed this goat-man presented before them. For one second, he kicked the vice-leader, the next he appeared right back on top of the barrier.

It was clear by that show of incredible speed that this demon was summoned to guard the men. So approaching them to attack was out of the issue as long as the goat was there.

By the next moment, the barrier was completely fixed. Their efforts to try and destroy it was in vain.

But it did not discourage them. Although a hurdle was made, it was not the end.

***

“How are you doing sister?” asked Velorria as she stood beside the fallen Vice-leader.

As the dust covered the air from her fall, Velorria had a hard time making clear view of her sister’s condition, but once it cleared, she saw her on her back…injured, but not dead.

And most of all, her mask was broken.

And once it was broken, it revealed her face to the world.

The vice-leader in question was none other than the Fifth Princess, Valorie Kind. Others call her saint Valorie for her kindness that could not be measured. Despite not being an actual saint.

Paired with that was the fact that she was a training knight. Although one could say that she was already reaching the heights of greatness with her sword, she was still far from those who were actually masters of the blade.

Her being here…being involved with this so called Righteous group was a mystery of itself…maybe it due to her kind nature that she acts to be righteous…but either way, seeing her here was in of itself a surprise.

“…Khk!” as Valorie Kind struggled to stand up from the ground, she turned to look at her younger sister in the eye. There, she could see the cold calculating expression Velorria had made. It was difficult to trust someone like her…

But despite this, Velorria reached out her hand to help her stand back up.

Although hesitant, Valorie Kind accepted.

“How did you get here?” she asked.

“Now’s not the time to ask these questions. Its best that we first solve the problem at hand…yes?” asked Velorria as she brought a potion out of thin air. One second she carried nothing on her hand, the next something appeared in a blink of an eye.

“!?” Valorie Kind could not help but be taken aback by such trick.

“Drink this. It’s a potent healing potion.” she said, giving the potion to her injured sister.

Although hesitant, Valorie Kind accepted.

The next moment she did, all of a sudden, a shadow covered their figure, and when looking above, they both noticed that the sky was covered with a raining blanket of arrows fired by the demons.

Yet despite the attack, Velorria didn’t seem to be overwhelmed. She simply raised her hand above and from it a crystal ball appeared in a floating motion. And the next, that ball flew straight towards the falling arrows. As it flew faster and faster, its form alone grew to the size of a house in a matter of an instant.

The crystal ball, in its gigantic form shielded and attacked the demons on the sky. In just a mere second, as the crystal ball flew through the demons, what was left of the red sky was the hole bore through by the crystal.

Blood dripped from its surface, and then it devoured the very flesh of those demons that came in contact with the crystal ball.

Seeing it, Valorie Kind couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by such a powerful item. To act as both defense and offense…to be an unstoppable force of power…

How did her younger sister came to claim such an item.

Unlike Valorie Kind who has been hiding her own secret for the past few years…her sister who was nothing but an obedient item to the king’s whims became this even more mysterious figure.

Not only had she developed her political standing in a short amount of time, but her ways of acting has become more than just normal in a royal sense.

It was as if she had changed somehow.

she couldn’t help but question her younger sister’s acts…and decisions.

“…I think you should go back there. It looks like this whole debacle wont be resolved if we don’t kill those men.” said Velorria as she pointed to the four black-robed men on the sky.

“…” without saying anything, Valorie Kind picked up her sword and ran back to the fight. It wasn’t the time to make questionable thoughts on her family. Right now…something more serious was at hand.

Seeing her leave, Velorria couldn’t help but smile. The strength of her older sister still remained. And seeing that, she turned to face the other problem at hand.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Jenny and Amelia were seen struggling to fight the demons up in the sky.

Unlike Thill who could flew up in the sky using his wings, or Elgor who could ascend to the skies with his magical spear , or their Leader who could levitate using magic, or even the Vice Leader who could leap from one mountain to the next in great strengths, Amelia and Jenny were simply anchored to the ground with nothing but their Spears and the golems that Jenny could create.

The least Jenny could do was create a few golems to try and start throwing boulders up to the sky. With their quality and her control, she could easily take out a hundred demons.

As for Amelia, she stood by without not being able to do anything unless a demon was close enough for her spear to reach. The only thing she could do was deflect the falling arrows and protect Jenny who was the most fragile in the group.

As they fought, the sight of the demons above the skies were slowly being reduced. It seems that the count has stopped…and what’s even more so the cause of its belittlement was the fact that Thill himself was causing those demons to fall by the dozen for each second.

He was an unstoppable force. Nothing could get pass him, and nothing could stop him. It didn’t take long before his entire body alone was soaked in their blood. And despite such a gory scene, he still had his smile placed.

By now…his kill count must have been near the thousands.

And by then…he was starting to get bored.

“…This is starting to get annoying.” he said as he stood and stared at the demons who were fearing for their lives.

So…to settle the issue.

He decided to end it. No more games…no more sensational kills…

He just had to end it.

So… he placed back his sword to the front and from it he manifested his control over his own core into the very nature of the winds around him.

One could say that his affinity for the wind has already reached its peak all up to the point that he was one with the wind.

His understanding was one that could claim to be near that of a the Divine being who controls the winds over the world itself.

If he was willing, he could take control of that wind and take lives without a single drop of sweat. To take away their breath simply because…but it was inhumane…more so, it would be a bore.

No…to enjoy life as a strong man…one that stands above the weak. He acts as such that peaks through life itself.

He enjoys life by participating in it.

So with his sword…he gathered the winds into his blade in a swirling motion, and with one slash…he created a gusting typhoon that swallowed the entire demons who were scattered in the sky.

Master Technique – Swallowing Typhoon Slash

In a mere moment, all of the demons were sucked into his formed catastrophe, and not one could escape no matter how strongly they rejected his power.

Nothing could escape his hand-made natural disaster.

As each demon was swallowed in, mere seconds later, they were ripped to shreds. Not a single one was life…not even their bones.

And seeing it, everyone who saw could not help but swallow their spit in fear.

They did not expect him to act in such a violent and dominating way.

And not before long, the sky turned blue…but the typhoon before them became the reddest red of all blood made colors. and once the storm faded, all chunks of meat from those demons fell to the ocean below. turning the ocean red in blood.

All that was left now were the people who he fought with and the four black-robed men along with the single demon they summoned.

In that very scene, when the sight of war was instantly ended, it still looked ever the same for Thill.

It was so that War Never Changes…simply for strong people like him, it may be different for some, but to him it was simply a fact.