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Chapter 31 - The Dead King

As Jon and Raska joined up with Jarl Svygard, every Northman in the city began to march towards the largest tower in the city, which was on the far side of the city from them. They ran into little resistance, taking the lives of any that dare to raise a sword against them. The Northmen suffered almost 200 casualties in the previous two engagements, while only around 80 men had died.

Jon was looking forward to meeting this king and burying his axe, Reaper, into the kings abdomen, making his insides into outsides. Jon was still hurt over the death of Gu as he watched the man hacked and stabbed mercilessly. Gu's final act of honor would seal his place in Woden's hallowed hall. Eternally celebrating and fighting with the greatest heroes of the Northmen.

As the army approached the tower, men with axes were called, who then chopped the door down in minutes. As Jarl Svygard wanted to be the first inside, naturally Jon and Raska stayed in front of him, for protection. However the storm of men flooding into the ground floor almost laughed when they seen three men walking through the doors, their laughs were quickly stifled as soon as men began flooding into the spacious room, as all eyes were filled with hatred for these men.

Jon plunged Reaper deep into the lower abdomen of the first man he saw, leaving a wide open wound as he pulled his weapon back, intestines and blood coming out from the wound, the man dropped screaming in pain. Jon stomped on his head, the man crunching under him as Jon stepped over this whimpering, pathetic man. As more men flooded into the room on both sides, Jon smiled at the targets he had now.

Jon used his rage and began flying past men as fast as he could afford, everywhere he went, heads began to roll. Every strike easier and easier for him as he was quickly adapting to his new axe. The lack of neck protection on the Golden Isles helmets attributed to the loss, as their necks were exposed an inch below their jaw lines.

Jon grabbed his axe very close to the head and used it as if it were a boxing glove. Jon punched the faces of his enemies, splitting them open for all to see. Jon was a force of nature, like a tornado, spinning and killing while men kept flinging themselves at him. Jon saw he was encircled and put away Reaper to summon Gungnir. Jon began poking Gungnir into the hearts of the enemy as if the armor they wore were a cloth shirt. Jon swung the spear over his head with one hand, keeping all of his enemies at bay. Jon took a single step towards a man and his spear would find an exposed area and slice right through it, necks, arms, fingers, thighs, it did not matter. Whatever Jon wanted to hit, he did as he was in total control. Very soon the last Golden Isles defender was in front of him, Jon halfheartedly tossed his spear at the man, and it impaled him through his armored chest easily, the enemy spitting up blood as he crumpled to the floor. Jon did not call back Gungnir and instead drew Reaper and began up the stairs to end the kings sorry existence. Jon felt invincible up until the moment he reached the top of the steps and saw a man in a black cloth hood holding a hand out, palm up facing Jon. Green flames spewed from his hand, forcing Jon to go back down the steps a ways.

"Jarl Svygard, these bastards have a battle mage! Please allow me to fry him!" Jon said very angrily, through gritted teeth.

"My, my what has gotten into you today? Fine, go "fry" him. Let's see what you can do against a mage.

Jon put his shield on his back and sheathed reaper. Jon pointed his hand up the steps and began recalling his lightning spell. Jon did not force it out immediately, instead he began to raise the energy levels in his hands, making his whole body burn. Slowly and silently Jon crept up the steps. As soon as he saw the mage, the look of surprise on the enemies face quickly turned to anger. Without hesitation Jon pushed the energy from his hand.

CRACCCCKKKK!

The lightning exploded forth from his hand and flew so fast the mage did not realize he was dead. At the multicolored lightning was only purple and red this time, Jon used a lot of energy for this as he was furious for having to wait to kill the king. The lightning hit the man square in his chest, his entire upper half exploding, leaving only a smoldering pair of legs and waist as the half body fell to its knees and slumped forward. The spell was so powerful that it blew through the mage, through the door and out the back side of the tower, leaving a gaping hole in the stone wall. Even though he used a lot of energy, this time he put more emotional energy into his spell, which was temporary, instead of personal energy, which had to be slowly built back up, resulting in the red color.

Every man who walked up these stairs had to see what Jon did, the smell of the half man filled the whole space. The king was pale like a ghost, filling his pants with sh*t as he cowered, speaking in his native tongue, no doubt begging for his life. Jon drew Reaper and swung it towards the king.

"In the name of Jarl Svygard I, Jon Berskaggr, claim your soul!!!" With that Jon swiped his axe across the king's abdomen, letting his insides become his outsides. Jon watched him bleed out while screaming and rolling on the floor, more of his innards being pulled out as he did this, only hurting him more and more. The king slowed down and eventually became silent. The men there were probably afraid of Jon at this point. As his father was not by his side, Jon went pale and left the room, hoping to find his father alive.