The more Victor walked the more destruction he saw. He walked up to a Malar guard who was missing a leg and half of his face. He was experiencing a lot of pain. " Help me..." Victor started to shake his head. " You have failed your duty as a guard." "You deserve to be punished." The guard coughed up blood and said: " What are you going to do?" asked the guard. Victor stood on his feet and pulled out his sword. He pressed the sword against the guard's neck slit his throat. Blood began squirting everywhere. Victor took a bow and placed his sword inside its sheath.
As he walked away from the guard's mutilated body he heard the loud engine of airship incoming. He looked in the air and saw an Industrial Revolution Elf ship piloted by two young elves. They began rapidly firing after Victor. Victor dodged the bullets without moving. "Die!" Yelled one of the young pilots. Victor leaped 12 feet in the air, landing on top of the young pilot's airship. He ripped the roof of the airship off, grabbing one of the young pilots by their neck. He tossed the young pilot to the side. Luckily for the pilot, he survived by using his grappling hook. The other pilot pulled out a revolver and tried to blow a hole in Victor"s head. Victor dodged at the last minute only getting away with a graze.
Blood began to draw. This made Victor furious. He chopped the pilot in the neck. The pilot died instantly, causing the small airship to lose control. It smashed into a pile of detritus causing it to explode. Smoke began rising everywhere. Victor landed perfectly on his feet. He walked away from the debris, licking the blood from his face away with his tongue. Suddenly 10 Industrial Elves began rapidly firing after Victor. Victor closed his eyes and slowly drew his sword. "Zen Clan Style.." Divine Slashes." Suddenly a giant purple and black sword beam were emitted from his blade. The Industrial Elves were sliced to pieces. Blood, limbs and organs splattered everywhere.
Victor opened his eyes and slowly walked away. He was trying to figure out how and why The Industrial Elf Army attacked. He looked in the air and saw a giant Industrial Elf mother ship that was firing out many pods that crashed in the ground, creating miniature craters. Victor gritted his teeth and began walking away. The other young pilot tried to sneak up on Victor. Victor quickly swivelled around and sliced the young pilot in half. Victor was tired of killing weak Industrial Elves. When he was about to head back to his chambers he smelled a familiar cologne. He then heard snapping and smelled the disgusting aroma of a cigarette. "Well, well, well." "If it isn't my old friend, Victor." Victor turned around and saw his old arch-nemesis, Isaac. Isaac was a very evil very sneaky Industrial Elf who manipulated and ruined people's lives.
He always had an evil grin on his face. He had black spiky hair and pointy ears. He had a tattoo of a cross on his forehead. His eyes were black and red. He had incredibly sharp canines and fingernails. He weighed 210 pounds and were 5'11. He wore light Industrial Elf he had tailored himself. He also wore gold rings and both of his ring fingers. His power level was unknown. Isaac's front flipped off a pile of rubble, landing on his feet.
"How long has it been?" asked Isaac. Victor placed his hand on his sword, ready to strike at any moment. " At least 6 years." Isaac took the cigarette out of his mouth, with his right index finger and right thumb, exhaling smoke from his nostrils. He dropped the cigarette and stomped it into the ground. Victor suddenly disappeared. He reappeared trying to stab Isaac. Isaac, however, clashed his sharp deathly fingernails with Victor"s sword, causing high fearsome winds to pick up. Isaac successfully headbutted Victor. Blood squirted out of his head. Victor smashed into a pile of dead bodies. "Just like old times!" yelled Isaac.
Victor stood on his feet and wiped the blood from his forehead. Victor chopped the five times, letting out five white sword beams. Isaac placed his hands on the ground and created an ice wall. The ice wall was sliced to pieces. Multiple ice cubes landed on the ground. Isaac used the advantage. When he was about to fire an ice spike at Victor, someone grabbed his forearm. This, someone, was Feng. Feng"s grip was tight. "Give up little one." " Who the fuck are you?!" yelled Isaac. Feng began laughing.
"I would respect your elders if I was you." Feng suddenly broke Isaac"s forearm, causing him to let out a loud shriek. Isaac's eyes abruptly flashed. He stuck his hand in the air and turned his hand into a giant ice fist. He tried to punch Feng but failed. Feng stopped his ice fist with his index finger. "Please." Feng then punched Isaac in the chest. Isaac vomited up blood. He flew into the sky. He crashed roughly on the ground. Luckily for Isaac, he quickly recovered. Isaac stood on his feet and held his chest. He had a huge bruise on his chest filled with puss. As he was about to run towards Isaac, one of his superiors stopped him. Commander Torres XVII. Commander Torres XVII was over 500 years old. He was blind since he was 7. Torres was 7'6. He weighed 260 pounds. He had long white hair that reached his shoulders.
He wore a cloak and hood. He wore bandages around his arms and had a strange amulet around his neck. His power level was 100,000,000,000,000. "Stand aside, Isaac." He is levels above you." Isaac snapped his right forearm back in place and clenched his jaw. He headed for the mother ship. Before he left he looked at Victor and grinned. Commander Torres walked looked at Feng. Both of them were incredibly strong. It was not yet there to fight.