"What are you two outsiders doing, fighting in my village?"
Himputra put forward a question and tossed them in the air.
And while they were still mid-air, he punched them hard.
Both Arman and the maskedman, seemed insects infront of him.
The rolled over and over the ground.
This man was the meaning of true force.
And Eveline, sighed in disgust.
"Tsk tsk. Such weaklings!
Struggling to stand infront of a low level warrior."
By low level warrior, she meant Himputra and the maskedman, no, he couldn't be called a maskedman anymore.
Because, his mask got removed after he used
They were strong in the eyes of Arman.
But, for someone like Eveline, they didn't add up to the ammount of an ant.
"Do you have a problem with hearing? Can't you hear me? Answer my question!
What business do you have with my village?"
Himputra asked again.
"Enough of your acting..." Arman, gasping for breath, stood up.
"We know that you are affiliated with the Duncan temple and want to destroy this village.
I don't care what you do with the village, but if..."
Arman received a blow straight on his chest.
"What rubbish are you talking about?"
Himputra, who already was angered by the event of these two fighting in his village, was made even more angrier by the accusations Arman put on him.
"So now you will say that you are not with those of the Duncan temple, right?"
Arman threw a question.
And he got a quick reply.
"Yes, because that is the truth."
"Then, you will be happy to know that we have evidence against you."
Arman said with an unintentional grin on his face.
"What sort of evidence?"
Arman started his words
"Number 1: You declining the proposal of attacking the Duncan temple.
Number 2: Those who kidnapped this tribe's head were found coming out of your house."
And Himputra completely denied them.
"False! No such things happened!
And your accusations are baseless!
I didn't return home since yesterday morning!
And why should we believe you outsiders?"
Arman had the answer ready for it.
"It's not me saying this, the head's father, that old man saw it with his own eyes.
Do you have any explanation for it?"
"What? How would I know about it? Didn't I tell you that I wasn't home.
Tell me, what interest would I have in killing my own master?"
"..."
Arman had no answer for this, then he thought.
'Master? Disciple?? Why didn't that damned old geezer tell me about it???'
"I don't have any answer for that, but..."
Arman continued his words
"But what?"
Asked Himputra, not letting his guard down, with his one eye on Arman, and another one on the maskedman.
"I have a few more evidences."
"Alright, show them to me."
"The hooligans, you sent after the old man themself confessed that they work for you."
Said Arman.
"Hooligans? I don't know about any hooligans.
Show me! Where are they?"
He exclaimed.
Arman pointed towards the maskedman.
"Here he is, this guy told me that he works for you."
Himputra's both eyes turned towards the maskedman, they were brimming with anger.
"Ehhm ehhm." He cleared his throat.
The maskedman trembled, as the fatal gazes fell onto him.
"So you work for me?"
The maskedman shook his head side to side (meaning 'no'), as his answer.
"Can you show me the receipt of your monthly salary I gave you?"
Himputra added to his questions.
And he got a belated answer.
"I don't have any."
"So, why did you tell mister — err, excuse me, what is your name." Himputra, turned his gaze from the maskedman to Arman between the sentence and asked for his name.
"It's Arman."
He then continued his conversation with the maskedman.
"Yeah. So, why did you tell Mr. Arman that you work for me?"
The maskedman's tongue slipped around before coming to the correct position.
"I didn't."
At this, Himputra shifted his sight towards Arman.
It seemed that he was convinced by the maskedman's words.
Arman shuddered in fear.
"This man is lying, he did tell me that he works for you."
And then, Himputra, still looking at Arman, punched the maskedman on the abdomen.
The maskedman spat out hot blood with some shattered pieces of his internal organs.
Then, looking at the maskedman, Himputra asked again.
"Why did you tell Mr. Arman that you work for me?"
"I will tell you, huff huff (rough breathing)"
"'Man' Did you say a 'Man'?"
Himputra asked Arman.
"Yes."
He got a quick reply.
Himputra gave a sinister smile and added to his words.
"Do men have long canines that stick out of their mouths in your locality?"
"No."
"Then why don't you understand?
This guy is not a man he is a vampire.
That is why, I comparatively trusted you more than him."
"Huh?"
Arman couldn't understand how he missed those long fangs.
He asked, in a confused voice.
"Perhaps, does that mean he is one of the Duncan's followers?"
"Absolutely."
Flame king then came out and asked.
"Are you seriously telling me that you didn't know that he is a vampire."
Arman snorted.
"As if you knew."
"Of course I knew, I knew it even then when he was masked."
The Flame king's words were true, but too bad, Arman completely denied to believe him.
And the maskedman's interrogation continued.
They came to know that the Duncan's followers would soon launch an attack on the tribe.
And this vampire was sent here to spread chaos in the village.
Firstly, they abducted the tribe head, this would lead to a public unrest.
And next, they wanted to kidnap Himputra, but knowing that he wasn't home, they left empty handed.
Later they got their hands on the old man.
They could now make up for the loss of Himputra.
And during the fight with Arman, they found out that the old man and Arman suspected Himputra to be behind all this.
So they spread some fake news that they worked for him, to make them completely believe it.
"I don't believe it."
Himputra declined.
"There is nothing to not believe."
Said the maskedman.
"The village head, Vishwas, is of another league, compared to me.
And you who can't stand infront of me, says that you abducted Vishwas?"
"We didn't fight him head on, while he was walking, we dropped a few coins near him and told him that his money had fallen from his pockets.
When he bent down to pick them up, we hit him from behind and knock him out.
To prevent him from waking up, we drank his blood."
Himputra slapped him again.
Meanwhile, the Fire Bot, was staring at the Iron Fists of Justice.
The Fire Bot thought her to be a statue, as she had a wierd type of clothing.
(By wierd, the Fire Bot means her cloack.)
He tossed the statue in air.
Iron Fists of Justice was awakened by this.
And before she could scream, she fell to the ground.
She got scared at the sight of the giant standing before her.
The Fire Bot got a sight of her skin when one of her gloves lowered.
Then he came to know that this was a human.
But when she saw the familiar streaks of fire coming out of it, she realised that this was Arman's doing.
Afterall, he was an all-rounder.
Himputra and Arman turned around to see what caused the noise.
And the maskedman found a chance to launch a sneak attack.
Gripping the
Just as he was about to strike, a blaze erupted from within Arman and it swept away the ashes of the maskedman.
Himputra, grew angrier at this.
"If you had the strength to kill him a single blow, why didn't you do that earlier?"
Iron Fists of Justice had the very same opinion.
She nodded in support of Himputra.
But it wasn't Arman who striked the maskedman.
Flame king, standing next to Arman, and completely invisible to others, was blowing air to make the smoke gathered around his palm to scatter.
"He was so annoying! That's why I killed him."
The Flame king tried to explain himself.
"Can you use your power in this state?"
The dumbstruck Arman asked.
"Of course I can! I can use the very hundred percent of my powers from when I was alive.
Did you perhaps, think that I won't be able to use my powers just because I am dead?"
Arman nodded.
And the Flame king burst out in a laughter.
"No no, I died. That doesn't mean that my powers will be stripped off me.
How do you think that I casted the boost spell on you?"
Arman then asked.
"Then why didn't you help me?"
"Listen kid, you are my successor not my son.
Meaning that it is not my duty to protect you.
My only duty towards you, is to give you everything in my possession.
And I am already doing you a great favor by doing so.
If you want protection, go to your daddy's house, and spend the rest of your life with your head snuggled under your father's arms,
scaredy cat!"
Arman snorted within his mind, so that only the Flame king could see it and no one else.
Arman had to come up with an excuse.
"Uh, sorry guys, I forgot that I was this strong.
And I got reminded of it this very moment."
But Iron Fists of Justice wasn't convinced with this.
She made a continuous spree of punches rain on Arman.
"Enough, we have to be quick.
Those bastards visited my home, I have to check whether they are safe or not."
Himputra stopped Iron Fists of Justice from beating Arman, who was already turned into, kind of a, mincemeat?
They headed towards Himputra's house.
But before that, Arman pocketed the
And in Himputra's house.
Every single corner of Himputra's house was smeared with blood. His family's heads were split apart amd the brains inside had flown out of their skull.
His children were cut into a hundred parts.
Himputra held the body parts of his elder son and pocketed it.
Himputra's expression was completely dark.
"Straight to the council hall!"
He screamed in anger, and his voice clearly expressed that he was trying to supress his sadness.
But the tears couldn't be stopped.
They rolled down one by one.
And swept over his body and fell to the ground.
Arman saw the carpet being wet.
"I think that you should rest for a while..."
Arman was smacked on the face before he could say anything.
"Do as I say!"
Arman hold his wound tight to stop the bleeding.
And Himputra saw Arman disappearing in the roads.
He roared.
"Duncan temple, I am coming!"
And the old man and his son were shifted to a hospital.
Till then, Himputra was declared the head.
And they prepared an attack on the Duncan temple.
This was a tribe residing in the Indo-Nepali mountains, and they were a tribe not a country.
They had no such thing as an army, so they requested the villagers to volunteer for the raid.
And they recieved a moderate ammount of response.
Twenty six youths, eight middle aged.
The strongest on the village, Vishwas, was in a bedrest.
So Himputra was the in-charge.
With Arman as the second in command, as Himputra was mistaken him to be strong, due to the powerful blow he had launched on the vampire.
Including Arman and Iron Fists of Justice, thirty seven people gathered in the council hall.
"Okay guys, whatever you see or hear here, should not goo outside this hall."
Everyone agreed to it.
"Our tribe guards a secret plant the
'Divine Herb' It is neutral to humans, but both poisonous and venomous to vampires.
And after centuries of hard work, we finally figured out how to make a bond of symbiosis between the 'Divine Herb' and Humans."
Himputra said to others.
He took out a pouch from his pockets.
"These are the fruits of the Divine Herb
Try to fuse with them."
Himputra tossed the pouch, and everyone took one fruit from it.
Everyone would only gain an immunity towards vampires, but Arman would not only gain an advantage over vampires, but also become stronger.
As his assimilation would progress.
"But how do I fuse with it?"
Asked Arman to the Flame king.
And he got a quick and confident reply.
"All you have to do is to pretend to be fusing with it and leave the rest to me."
"But why should I pretend?"
"Because if you were just joking around and the fruit automatically fused with you, others might get an idea about my existence, won't they?"
"But how do I pretend?"
"Don't ask me."
[Fusion started]
[Your strength is increasing.]
[Assimilation is now progressing]
[Fusion progress: 8%... 9%... 10%...]
[Current assimilation progress: 31%... 32%... 33%... 34%...]