"Scal…" spoke the one in the middle, his voice full of disdain and devoid of any fear.
"Is this how you address your good old teacher, Rudely calling him by his last name? It seems you are lacking in education… don't you see we are here to arrest you. For your crimes against the 'The Order' and 'The Academy'." Scal declared, his tone absolute.
"Youuu…!" shouted Mor'Vas as he lunged forward at the the robed figure "I WILL KILL YOU! I WILL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!"
His eyes were red with anger, his jaw clenched, the sheer hatred in his voice was enough to send chills down the spine of every soldier who heard it. His claws armed with the deadliest concoction of toxin possible at the moment he was aiming to end the life of the hooded figure… right there, right then.
SNAP!
A snapping sound echoed thought the area, as the scene unfolded in front of them. Mor'Vas a captain, a Crest of Blue Rank was subdued in an instant. Neither the soldiers nor the captains were able percieve the sheer speed of this atrocity, Mor'Vas's hands had been snapped, the bones in his elbows completely shattered and his whole body bleeding profusely… to the normal soldiers the captains were god like existences and to take out one in such manner was truly unheard of.
And Mor'Vas was even one of the stronger captains when it came to battle prowess. However what truly instilled the fear of this man was what happened next.
All they was a blinding flash of light which forced them to shield their eye if they didn't wanted to go blind, but when they opened their eyes, the horror of the monster in front of them. Captain Mor'Vas's suit fell to the ground as his body was merely ash now.
The horror on the face of the soldiers was something else at this point, the idea of a near-godlike entity like a captain dying to this person in front of them couldn't have been any more daunting or outrageous. Although Mor'Vas wasn't the strongest it still didn't change the fact that he was a crest of Blue-rank, espescially to the stinger corps that he had commanded all these years, they had bore witness to his monstrous strength first hand.
[Ching!]
[You have killed the enemy Captain Mor'Vas, The bane of Dark.]
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[…]
Messages appeared in front of the masked man in the middle, these messages only visible to his eyes were nothing out of the norm. This was after all just another day for him.
"Mor'Vas is dead…" A captain let out, his voice a bit shaken and laced with fear
"BANE OF DRAK, MOR'VAS IS DEAD!!!" another exclaimed
Even Major Scal who was always as firm as a mountain had a bead of cold sweat running down his forehead.
"…" No words left his mouth as he was lost deep in thoughts.
After all there were only 38 Captains at any given time, and they were the best of the best, and yet for one of them to die just like that was a grave loss that Scal didn't expected. Sure he had his differences with Mor'Vas but still the graveness of this matter couldn't have been any more stark.
He had called 16 of the 38 corps just tot be on the safe side and to not underestimate his enemies.
'And here I thought that bringing only sixteen was an overkill' the elderly Major thought. 'I don't think I have brought enough forces with me to fight these monsters, It's good that at least I am here, as long these weaklings hold them back and keep them busy I can easily deal with them'
The morale of the soldiers was greatly broken but they weren't out for the count yet.
"Soldiers! Launch the assault!" Scal ordered in a booming voice the concrete beneath his feet started shifting and swirling as if it was a sentient spiral of destruction.
Over 200 Soldiers charged in, their suits assorted with various assortment of almost mystically glowing melee weapons, from Axes to swords to maces, nothing was off the table, these were mainly the corps that focused on close quarters combat like the demolition corps. Around 300 stepped few meters forward, there were the corps focusing on the mid range combat. And last but not the least were ranged support, armed with armaments that were centuries older yet centuries more advanced than current humanity.
"Billow ~ Twin Blades of the North-wind"
The robed figure in the centre chanted, his voice an Echoing chorus. Two ethereal blades similar in shapes to that of daggers and equal in size to that of a short sword appeared. Practically see-through they had a misty outline which was the only reason they were even visible, although barely.
"Run amok the siege of clouds and tear down the doors of heaven"
The robed figure completed the chant as the blades begun to glow in a bright white light.
The other two robed figures flanking him also didn't back down as also stepped forward, the figure left to him taking out a Katana-esque sword, it's tang and guard in shape of an eastern dragons with marvellous golden scales and the Blade itself was a Royal blue colour with sparks of electricity coming off of it.
And the figure to his right did only as much as single snap of fingers, and bursting forth with mystical blue lights were Icicles suspended in the air like arrows to be fires, hundred of thousands of them ready to pierce the hearts of the enemy, in clean and direct death blow.
"You should give up, Even the help of 'The Artifacts' there isn't much you can do against me, I am an Orange crest with decades worth of Combat exp—" Scal's words were cut short as he felt a warm yet horrendously painful feeling envelope him, his armoured suit had been pierced and his left shoulder was bleeding profusely.
The robed figure with twin blades was standing a few meters behind as blood trickled from his twin blade. The time seemed to have stopped
"Let's finish this Scal… I feel like we both have had enough of each other by now, DON'T YOU THINK!" The robed figure with twin blades yelled, Although his voice carried a nonchalance at first, It didn't take much time for scorn to replace it.