A deep shade of crimson dyed the once green and luscious grounds of the Avalonian Plains, stained by the blood seeping out from the hundreds of corpses of Knights and Mages, the men and women who met their unfortunate ends at the hands of the Immortal.
Limbs were scattered everywhere, guts spilling out of the bellies of corpses, and bones, poking out of their flesh…
It was a desolate sight…
And in the middle of it all was a man, clad in blood red armor, with a spear, tightly held within his grasp…
Then out of nowhere, a wild, red glow suddenly appeared in the sky, as a large ball of flames manifested from thin air, before quickly launching itself towards the man who caused this carnage. The man easily dodged it, however, and immediately threw the spear in his hands towards the Mage who launched the fireball at him, ending his life in a single blow.
"What a persistent bunch…"
Clicking his tongue, the Immortal looked around the blood stained land with indifferent eyes, to see if any more of these bastards were still alive and kicking. After a minute of looking around, however, he finally concluded that there was no one left, and that all those who had fought him today were finally dead.
"But…"
The Immortal then just stood there and breathed as he faced the far horizon, where he saw the figures of hundreds of horsemen, rushing his way. He didn't have to wait for long for them though, as shortly after, the thundering sound of hooves quickly reached his ears.
"Really… what a persistent fuckin' bunch…"
He thought about how many of them were coming based on the noise alone, and quickly guessed that there were roughly around five hundred Knights charging towards him.
It was then that the Knights, led by a man in shining white armor, finally came into the complete view of the Immortal.
It seemed like they could view him as well, as they hastily stopped their charge, and stared at the bloody sight in front of them, expressing both shock and horror. Seeing this, the Immortal couldn't help but form a savage grin on his face as he thought about how pathetic these people really were.
This was all their fault.
They prosecuted him. Branded him as a Devil, and hunted him down like he was some sort of animal…
And now they sent five hundred more of their most elite Knights to kill him?
It was ridiculous!
"Ha!"
He scoffed at them, loud enough for everyone to hear, and condescending enough for everyone to know just how little he thought of these so-called "Knights".
"So is this it?! Hmm?! You'll just continue to send more and more trash bags at me?! And then what, huh?! Then what?!"
Enraged, the Immortal yelled furiously at the Knights, sending out strong pulses of crimson energy towards them. The expression of the Knight Commander remained impassive, however, and calmly replied to the Immortal's question.
"If this is the necessary amount of blood we need to sacrifice to slay the greatest evil in this world, then I would say yes, this is indeed it, Immortal. This… together with the blood of my brothers and sisters… will be your doom."
The Immortal's eyes narrowed, hearing this. Never in a million years would he have thought that these lunatics would actually be delusional enough to actually believe that he was the greatest evil of this world.
It was absurd…
It was purely absurd.
And it was because of this realization that caused the Immortal to let out a soft chuckle from his mouth. The chuckle then quickly turned into a light laugh, which gradually transformed into manic laughter, shaking the air around him with soundwaves alone.
This was… ridiculous…
Feeling unsettled by the Immortal's behavior, the Commander's entire body became tense, making him quickly issue his command,
"Charge!"
The Knights, mounted on their horses, charged the moment the command was given. They raised their spears up high and aimed them in front, at the Immortal's heart. Seeing this, The Immortal couldn't help but form a savage grin on his face once more. The spear he threw earlier quickly flew back to his hands, and raising it up high as well, he bellowed with furious enthusiasm!
"Come, soldiers of the light!"
Contradictory to his words though, it was the Immortal himself that charged towards the Knights. His bloodied spear glowed in a deep shade of crimson as the blood of those he killed earlier gathered around him. He could feel it. His strength, being multiplied by a hundred fold, as the blood of his enemies slowly seeped into his body, empowering him, and when he thought he siphoned enough of their energy, he fixed his stance and formed a throwing position, and threw his spear towards the Knights!
The sound barrier was broken as the spear cut through the air, and impaling a hundred knights, decimating their bodies, leaving nothing but pieces of flesh on the ground. The rest of the knights halted their charge, seeing this, too shocked by the quick death of their comrades, and without missing the opportunity, the Immortal hurriedly called out to his spear, making it appear in his hands once again.
And with a maniacal look on his face, he charged once more!
He cut, sliced and stabbed any of the Knights that came his way, leaving a trail of blood, guts and limbs in his path. The Knights tried their best to fight back, but they were just too powerless compared to the legend known as the Immortal.
And so, just like that, the Immortal continued with his carnage, dismembering the Knights before killing them with a crushing blow to their hearts. The immortal could've aimed for their heads directly and killed them instantly, but chose not to, because he really wanted to see it…
He wanted to see the pained faces of his enemies, he wanted to see their look of shock and the despair in their eyes as they finally realized that he was not a man they should've messed with…
The massacre continued for quite some time, until finally, the battlefield that was once polluted by the thundering noise of hooves, was no more…
The Immortal planted his spear on the ground with the blade facing the sky as he looked towards the remaining survivor.
The Commander.
"Who knew my doom would look this pale?" The Immortal snickered.
The Commander's face was ashen white. Fear clouded his eyes as he watched the Immortal glare at him with his red, bestial eyes. The Commander was about to raise his sword in order to fight back, in order to save whatever honor he had left, but before he could, the Immortal arrived in front of him.
The Immortal aimed the blunt of his spear at the commander's stomach, knocking him out of his horse. The Commander tried standing up, but was blown away by a powerful kick. He wheezed and coughed, trying his best to retain his composure. The Immortal, seeing this, stabbed the blade of his spear through the commander's thigh!
The Commander screamed in agonizing pain, as he felt a hot and burning sensation on his thigh, eating away his flesh.
The Immortal, getting tired of the senseless screaming, grabbed the Commander's jaw and ripped it apart without hesitation. Blood gushed out of the Commander's throat, as his eyes instantly burst into tears from the sudden pain that he felt. He looked at the Immortal's eyes, pleading with him to quickly end his life, but the Immortal only gazed at him with cold and indifferent eyes.
"Say hi to your God for me."
After saying so, the Immortal raised his spear one more time and proceeded to stab the Commander's vital organs with extreme precision…
Kidneys.
Pancreas.
Lungs.
Liver.
Slowly, carefully, and painfully…
The Immortal made sure that the Commander experienced as much pain as possible before the end of his pathetic life, the life of the man who only watched on as his men died mercilessly.
After a while, the stabbing finally stopped, and the once pristine white armor of the Commander was now dyed in his own blood, completely matching the colors of ground the Immortal was standing on.
Dropping the Commander's lifeless body on the ground, the Immortal stared at it, and thought about how truly pathetic it was for a man like this to lead an army of the Church's most elite Knights against him…
"Fuck… here we go again…"
And so, once again, red dyed the once luscious ground below, stained by the blood of the countless Knights that died, with the Immortal, in the middle of it all, glaring menacingly at the approaching silhouette of the grand army in the distance, marching towards him.