" Let them in "
He gave out his order, sitted on his throne with his legs crossed, there were those who were present before him, six high ranked knights and soldiers in his forces, six knights and six soldiers.
All lined up, standing before the altar of the Baron.
The door leading into the throne room opened up when he walked in, General Amaras and his commanders, barbaric soldiers he personally selected due to their savagery and cruelty that they possessed.
General Amaras walked in with a grin seen on his face, his dual blades scabbards were hung on his back in a cross style, General Amaras who stands at six foot and five inches tall clenched his fists.
He slowly raised his head, staring into the depths of the darkness.
He got a glimpse of Kyle Reinhart who is seen sitted without care, his back were relaxed on the throne, General Amaras looked down.... examining the knights and soldiers present before him.
They are all powerful!
" To think you got yourself prepared beforehand, the last time I heard about you, Mr Baron....you were just a mere brat who existed at the mercy of the executives, you couldn't believe how suprised I was "
" When I heard you executed those old men who ruled over here "
" You've grown huh? I get it but don't you think you are crossing the line? " General Amaras asked, Ser Tristan gnashed his teeths, throbbing veins spread on his chin and neck, the rest were the same.
" Hmmm, to think you would be so bold to speak to a Baron in such a manner, I understand that the rank of a Baron is quite low in the empire but are you forgetting that you stand on my land? " Kyle questioned.
General Amaras wore a grin, he took a step forward.
" On your land? Yes....you may have taken your rightful power back but don't forget you are still a mere...." General Amaras was interuppted when he noticed the heavy splattered of blooda behind him.
" What? "
General Amaras turned back when he noticed the headless bodies of his soldiers dropping down in a bizzare manner, all the soldiers who came into the throne room were all beheaded on spot.
No, their heads exploded on the spot.
Not even the ranked soldiers and knights of the Rutherford Barony could understand what just happened, all attention were fixed on the man sitted on the throne above him, Kyle giggled out softly.
" You little bastard....what the hell did you just do? " General Amaras roared out.
He swiftly unsheathed his blades right out of their scabbards, releasing his auras into the air, he supersped, vanishing without a trace, fierce shockwaves was unleashed when the knights unsheathed their blades.
And so did the soldiers but there wasn't a need for that.
It happened so suddenly, a breeze whooshed passed them within seconds, General Amaras screamed out in pains when he noticed something.
Clang!
His dual longswords dropped, General Amaras looked down when he realized his arms were chopped off cleanly, it happened so quick that he didn't even realize it until it was too late, He screamed out loud.
With tears flowing down his cheeks when he turned.
Standing behind him is the Baron of the Rutherford Barony, Baron Kyle Reinhart, a sixteen years old swordsman and the son of the Reinhart Duchy, Kyle gently cleaned the bloods that dripped from his blade.
" Since you were a general of the Ravarns, I expected atleast you would be strong but to think you are a three star swordsman, one of my knights is enough to handle you, is this the strength of the Normads? "
Baron Kyle asked when he turned towards the direction of General Amaras.
General Amaras gnashed his teeths, wincing out in pains when he staggered back, he sprinted, vanishing from the spot, he appeared on the air, launching a direct kick against Kyle Reinhart, he infused his auras into his legs.
Aiming to crush Kyle's bones with a single kick.
But it didn't end as he planned, General Amaras had his legs chopped off, splashing bloods heavily on the ground, General Amaras crashed on the ground, he couldn't contain the pains that flowed through his veins.
His cries echoed vastly from all corners.
" Tch, this bastard is too loud, Ser Tristan.....we will stick to the plan, they brought in four thousand soldiers in other to threaten me or they will attack, since it isn't going as they have planned "
" And the general they came with is in this state, this will cause an uproar so let's destroy them, this will be an all out war against those barbarians " Kyle declared, slowly cleaning bloods off his face.
" Your wish is my command.....I will wipe them out " Ser Tristan responded, he walked passed Baron Kyle Reinhart, making his way out of the exit door of the throne room, the knights and soldiers followed.
Leaving Kyle and the wounded General Amaras.
Silence reigned in the throne room, Kyle turned his gaze, facing the throne!
" You wretch, what do you plan on doing to me? " General Amaras cursed out, he is seen trying to escape but he can't, both his arms and his legs were chopped off, Kyle reacted with a sigh, slowly sheathing his blade.
" You know it's quite pitiful, to think I who was reigned as the ultimate human lifeform would have to reduce myself in other to deal with you barbarians, in a time when all was united under a single empire "
" I ruled everything as a brutal dictator and yet my reign was the most perfect one "
" I who even the new gods feared to challenge in a one on one fight would be reincarnated into a little boy who was regarded as a trash, reincarnated into a family of swordmasters despite being a mage "
" And to think my corrupted soul is slowly demonifying this human body, its quite suprising don't you think? " Kyle asked, covering the distance when he stood before General Amaras who is spotted sitted before him.
General Amaras widened, his eyes shook with fear.
" Wha....what are you talking about? " General Amaras asked when Kyle let's out a sigh, within seconds, he casted a dark barrier..... blocking anyone from entering or eavesdropping in what he is about to say or do.
" Ah, I knew you wouldn't understand.....what can a mere trash like you understand, not even this time could understand the level I was, no one can possibly comprehend my powers which created even the dragons "
" But it doesn't matter.....die and be my food " Kyle declared when he stretched forth his hand, the moment his hand grabbed the face of General Amaras, General Amaras screamed out in pains.
He could feel his life force draining from him and he dropped down dead.
Kyle breathed in the fresh air, slowly opening his eyes....he could feel the life force enhancing his mortal cells, he turned, facing the corpses laid when he squinted his eyes, with a single snap of his fingers.
A Dark Magic Circle appeared right below him.
" Devour " He chanted.
As he commanded, a thick black smokes was unleashed, devouring all the souls belonging to the dead soldiers, Kyle scanned the vicinity, his eyes glowed brightly when he took a step forward.
" Just as I thought, the more I absorb lifeforces the more proficient my control of dark magic is, this body is too weak to be able to control magic the way I did, absorbing life forces will be the best way forward "
" How many souls have i devoured already? " Kyle asked himself.
He sat down on the corpse of General Amaras while seen in deep thoughts, the air reeked, dark mana covered the atmosphere!
" Its two up to six thousand now considering the slaughtered families of my soldiers which I absorbed during the Red Night Incident, I need a total of ten thousand souls to awaken a skill " Kyle said to himself.
" this four thousand soldiers will be enough for me " Kyle said when he licked his lips.
He rose up from the corpse, dispelling the barrier, he made his way out of the throne room, he could hear the sounds of swords clashing, he walked into the balcony to see what was happening outside his castle.
Corpses littered on the ground of the Werlock Castle, a total of ten normadic soldiers died every second, bloodshed rained and the only ones who were victorious were the armies of the Rutherford Barony.
It took them two hours for them to wipe out four thousand soldiers.
Baron Kyle remained on the balcony, watching the massacre, the moment it ended, a dark grin escaped his lips when he covered space itself in darkness, it happened so swiftly....at his command.
He devoured four thousand souls on the spot.