Demon focused large amounts of Syndicate Dust to gather around his wound, drastically speeding up the recovery. Corrupted particles tickled him, yet he did not laugh or grin.
He concealed himself behind a shroud of dust, not letting anybody notice he was there. While he recovered, he noticed the allied Legions had chipped down Conqueror's numbers.
An elite emerged from a building, green covering the plates of armor on their cheeks. "They are running! Hold nothing back!"
Upon the thunder of their voice and the flash of lightning, refreshed warriors emerged from the buildings. They held their weapons gently and stepped with newfound strength.
Dying Conqueror warriors crawled on their backs, hoping to move away from the stampede. And to their surprise, the allied warriors ignored them. Once again, they weren't the main targets.
Unuwkus descended onto the flooding forces, aiming to halt their advance. Their feathers turned and riders steadied their creatures.
Then a flash of red claimed their lives in a heartbeat. Valentine Primed woke from its rest, completely dry from the rain since his outer ring protected him.
All liquid crimson clouds stopped falling, instead getting sucked by nearby monoliths. The more blood they consumed, the larger they became. Almost serving as a reminder of what was roaming around.
Valentine Primed descended from the skies, unleashing a swarm of blood particles to ravage Conqueror. The fleeing warriors found themselves striped of all armor, then quickly of all flesh.
Everyone screamed in agony as the swarm chewed straight through them, leaving only white bones behind. Skeletons lined the pathway leading back to reclaimed territory.
Infinus forces were the first on the front, Sernatacus took the charge. He emerged from behind ruined homes, bleeding from wounds across his back and shins.
He turned to the retreating warriors, then let out a nasty roar. Some would've confused him for Valiant if they didn't already know Valiant's roars had an acidic hiss at the end.
Arrows rained from above, eager to injure the enemy, or at least slow them down. Their reflective metal tips glistened with the lightning flashes.
Defenders lifted their shields, covering two other Variants around them. Before the arrows reached, most Variants who protected themselves and allies escaped untouched. Except for a few, but their injuries weren't threatening.
They stepped through the skeleton-paved roads, stepping on the bones until they turned to dust. Nobody cared for them, after all, they weren't even alive anymore.
No use in giving them attention so early in a war.
Sernatacus watched Valentine Primed summon pink snakes from his back, they floated around the incoming reinforcements. Then they passed through warriors, sucking all of their blood dry.
Knowing it was better to let them suffer than to risk getting killed by an uncontrollable entity, Sernatacus turned to another road. He waved at the allies to head through this way, it would be safer.
Elites ordered them to follow him, understanding why he was making that decision. Even they were hesitant to interact with Valentine Primed.
Conqueror warriors lined the road leading up to the next city, planting their shields and preparing their defenses. As they watched hundreds of allied warriors emerge from around the corner, they quickened their pace.
"They were building a barricade. Knock it down!" Sernatacus roared.
Arrows took flight as an entrance to the conflict, catching their attention. Infinus pushed up first, exploiting their diverted attention.
Storm Chasers descended from above, aiming to pluck Conquerors off the ground. Like a gust of wind, the beasts came undetected. Then snatched up as many as they could.
Poking holes in their defense. Volatile pikes took advantage of the situation, pushing back and even mauling the torsos of the backing warriors.
In only ten minutes, the allied Variants destroyed their barricade. Leaving none alive, not out of ferocity or hatred. But because the Conquerors refused to submit.
Hitirus taught them a fight isn't won until you either kill the attackers or die. Anywhere else wasn't allowed.
When they stepped through to the other side of the buildings, they touched on a road. One that allowed them to see Valentine Prime's side of the field.
Upon seeing what he was doing, a shiver jolted down their spines. He glared at someone out of sight, if that someone was a warrior, then he should've given chase or killed them.
But he didn't do it, he just glared with fury in his eyes. Valentine Primed lifted himself off the ground, waiting to rip whoever this was to shreds.
Monoliths groaned and turned, feeding all of their blood to him. Crimson mist washed over his large frame, covering his back rings as they turned quicker than before.
"Hitirus!" his voice was demonic. "You killed my allies, ordered the slaughter of visiting Ferals, claimed my vision, and effectively killed me once. So now you'll die for good."
Elites questioned if this would be the end of the war. And many hoped it was. They didn't want to continue slaughtering Conqueror warriors for no reason, especially if they just wanted Hitirus.
Upon hearing his name, the tyrant turned and grinned. "By all means, kill me. Strike me down like how everyone did already. Rip out my heart and chew my brain into mush. But I've got an order given to me at birth. You will not kill me so easily."
Valentine Primed narrowed his eyes, ignoring the forming appendages around him. "You talk as if you're powerful. Faulty words and futile promises lead to nothing! I'll show you why."
Despite being threatened, Hitirus opened his arms and welcomed all forms of judgement. Carelessly embracing the fact he was about to get killed for the 46th time.
"Then show me what you can do that the others cant," Hitirus taunted.
Hearing his taunting provoked Valentine Primed. He cocked his right arm back, reaching for one of the appendages he shaped. It weighed heavily in his hand, showing him it was good to fire.
Raw anger built up in his lungs as he howled utter fury, twisting his upper body to hurl it at Hitirus. Then he let go of the appendage, aiming to kill with no regret.