Then after so many years of peace my people turned against me. Having an immortal for a king wasn't nearly as good as they made it seem when they put me in that position of power. This child seemed to think power was everything. I knew that was the furthest from the truth. Power was nothing in the grand scheme of things.
It didn't keep you fed, and it made you more enemies then allies. She would have learned that eventually if she lived long enough. It really was too bad that she wouldn't be able to see the way I saw the world. I was draining her power away at an accelerated rate. She seemed to sense that something was wrong.
I was interested in what she might be thinking of doing. She struck out at me with her blade once again. I held out my arm, and simply blocked her strike. Stopping a soul blade with someone's bare body wasn't an easy task. Many would think it was impossible.
From the way the queen's eyes widened I could tell she'd never seen someone block a soul blade before. Not with their bare body.
"My soul weapon is different then any blade you've ever dealt with young one," I smiled, "My strongest affinity is blood. My blood is my weapon."
Blades shot out of my arm. Slicing through her body in several different places. None of the cuts were deep, but she wasn't prepared for it. I'd probably lost the element of surprise, but I didn't need it to win. I drew the glob of blood down, and into myself.
My skin started changing color. Turning a dark purple color as it started hardening. The white of my eyes changed to black. My pupils glowed a stunning white. I rushed forward.
My entire body acted as a weapon. I was a tornado of death. It didn't matter how many corpses she summoned on her behalf. I sliced through them into they were nothing but a meaty paste. They wouldn't stop moving otherwise.
That was the problem with undead. They didn't stop creating more or killing until they were completely unable to. I'd been fighting battles like this a lot longer then this elf had been alive. I was taking this fight seriously despite the fact that I really didn't need to. She needed to know just how out of her depth she truthfully was.
Her soldiers struck me with whatever attacks they could manage. None of their attacks could put a scratch on me let alone actually properly wound me. When I retaliated I thinned their numbers. The elves that had come with her had long since backed off when they realized what they were dealing with. Some of them looked at the undead in horror.
Many of them realized that most of the undead were in fact elves. Many were beasts, and several were wyverns. She'd drained the life out of them, and then she turned them into her own personal army of undead.
"The youth spell you're using won't last forever," I surprised them by speaking, "It corrupts the soul. Once the soul gets too corrupted then it stops getting recognized by the body. Your body will reject your soul eventually. From what I can tell it's already started. Your existence must be a painful one. I'm surprised you didn't allow me to kill you to begin with."
The whole time I was speaking I hadn't stopped moving even once. My body wasn't restricted to just what everyone else could do. I was just as solid as I was liquid. My body contorted freely in any, and every way I wished. I lashed my arms around like whips.
Lengthening or shortening them at will. Bladed protrusions popped out along the entire length. Shredding my enemies as I drew my arms back to their normal shape. A human shape was the one I was the most comfortable shape I knew. No matter how hard I fought I always returned to a human shape.
No matter how far I contorted my body I would always return to human shape. I decided to have a bit of fun with these frightened little elves. I shrank down to the size of a toddler, and allowed that extra mass to go to my arms. My arms split into half a dozen thin unbelievably long tentacles before stretching them across the entire battlefield. I vibrated the thin flesh at unbelievable speed, and whipped it around wrapping each hair thin piece of my body around half a dozen undead at once.
The part that frightened the elf queen was the fact that the tentacles followed her undead into the extradimensional portal she used to store the undead. From her youthful perspective this sort of thing should have been impossible, but while I was in this form I could both see, and understand magic clearly. I could see the dozens of layers of defense she tried to use to hide her undead dimensional storage. I started tearing through all the undead she was about to summon with one hand while destroying all the undead that had already been summoned. I laughed aloud. I was starting to have a little fun as my bloodlust was set completely loose.
Elves didn't have the greatest night vision so under the light of the moon she was looking at the silhouette of a laughing child that had strings for arms as he laughed with the voice of an adult. Glowing red pupils piercing through the night, and all of the undead she'd spent years raising were being torn apart in bulk. Every breath brought another wave of destruction. Blood, and viscera floated in the air around me. There wasn't a single body part that was bigger then the palm of my hand by the time I was done.
I was enjoying it so my that I was confused when I realized I didn't have any more undead to shred. I stared at the terrified elves as they sat on the ground in disbelief. All their strength was drained from them. The queen had actually managed to drain so much of her mana that her dimensional storage was about to collapse. She was still standing simply because I hadn't decided to do anything to her yet.