Heinz’s spear, which was overloaded with 300% of his might, was filled to the brim with potent War Aura, the intensity of which was multiplied by the number of soldiers under his direct command. The weapon itself almost strained to hold the weight of that power.
As he hurled it at the frontmost incoming troop of the enemy army, which was the 4000 Death Knights.
His spear tore through the middle of it, like a hot knife cutting through butter. Shattering all armor and bones in his path, no sword could block his spear. Not even close. The leader of the Death Knights was at peak 2nd-phase. But his battle prowess, which was mid-third phase or higher, the death knight was barely able to dodge that spear.
His head turned, that sounded like the grind of rusted tals, looking back at the trail of death, more than 100 of the second phase death knights died from that one strike alone. Almost ten Death Knights were skewered on the Spear.
But the next mont, the spear vanished, appearing right back in Heinz’s hand. And the Warlord aspect holders’ War aura flared like never before.
His rage filled with the wrath of those who had fallen, pointing the spear towards the Death Knights’ Trope leader, he stated, his voice as cold as glacier ice, "Mark my words, not a single one of you ghost race bastards is leaving the battlefield alive, and that’s a fucking promise."
Heinz then whispered, not to the enemies, but to his own soldiers, "KILL...."
Every one of the 14000 seekers erupted with their full 100% power boost. An overwhelming battle frenzy affected them. As Heinz’s bloodthirsty war aura enveloped every soldier, it affected their psyches. With little to no care about their own injuries, they dashed towards the selected teams of the enemy army.
Swords, Halberds, and arrows flew everywhere. The place beca an orchestra of death and despair. But the one leading the act of that orchestra was none other than Heinz Gil, for every cut that grazed human flesh.
Multiple undead beings fell. Their sinister undead magic and the effect of Death Energy beca almost nonexistent with the stats of every soldier doubled. It was only then that the undead army realized the horror of the man nad Heinz Gil.
How one talented, hardworking human could flip an entire battle on its head. Even the Human powerhouses watching from afar, within the human camps. Were completely shocked. For the first ti, Heinz’s true significance was displayed.
There was not a single Warlord aspect holder on the 2nd phase who could single-handedly buff this large number of soldiers through the sheer might of his aspectual title alone. People previously valued him for his Sage aspect, but that was the wrong judgnt.
Heinz Gil was a warmongering tyrant, a bloody butcher who thrived on the battlefield, killing his enemies without a second thought or any shred of rcy.
But he was no mindless killing machine either. Through the artifact in his ears, he relayed specific orders to Prince Nox and Princess Yasmin, and they did not show any useless pride or any difficulty in obeying his command. Heinz Gil had long proved his worth as soone beyond extraordinary.
So, it would be quite stupid for anyone to hold any malicious thoughts against him when they were standing on the sa side, unless they had literal brain damage or sothing.
Every small and big division leader under Heinz’s leadership did their jobs perfectly, pushing back the undead army more and more. In fact, with every single kill of theirs, the war aura surrounding the soldiers only beca stronger and stronger.
***
Zen and Zena, the siblings, stood within a ballroom of a luxurious mansion. In that shiny place, filled with noble decorum, they looked out of place with their mundane dress.
Zena glared hatefully at a woman standing in beautiful clothes. It was Duchess Nerma of Ravenspire, the official wife of their father, the Duke. Behind her were rows and rows of guards, nearly ten 3rd-phase seekers. Beside her stood her two arrogant sons. This was the younger brother’s birthday celebration.
Zen and Zena had barged in here on this very day, crashing the party. But their half-mother was not the slightest bit offended; in fact, she wore a dark grin. Her two sons wore mocking, almost disgusted expressions.
Zen clenched his fists in hatred, looking at his half-brothers, who had a life of luxury and peace; it was supposed to be theirs, and because of that bitch, it was taken away from them. They had to survive on the streets; he and his sister had to steal, had to rob, just to live another day.
His intent to kill leaked out, but the guards standing behind Duchess Nerma shielded the rightful heirs of the Duchy.
At this mont, the Duchess clapped her hands, almost in joy, "Hahaha, to think the whore’s two children had co to of their own volition. This must be the luckiest day. My trusted knight went missing searching for the two of you. Which put in a very bad mood, but seeing your worthless faces does put a smile on my face."
Zena’s gaze did not change; her expression remained indifferent. There was no point in getting agitated by her provocative statents. Because today is finally the day when she and her brother get to have their revenge.
The Duchess Nerma, uninterested in the siblings’ reaction, gestured with her hands to the guards, "Kill them, and make it slow and bloody. Paint this majestic hall in red."
However, her son suddenly interjected, his gaze locked onto Zena’s curvaceous and sexy body, "Mother, I apologize, but I think that it would be too light a punishnt for these two trash. Just capture them, and let have fun with that bitch, she is definitely not bad if she’s cleaned up properly."
The other son chid in, "And the other one can watch as her sister gets played in every possible way."
Duchess Nerma looked at her sons and, noticing their lustful gazes, she smiled, "I suppose the whore’s daughter does have a sinful body, go on then, guards, capture her, and she must be cleaned up properly so that my sons can have fun with her, to their hearts’ content..."
Yet, before she could even finish that sentence, blood spattered everywhere, so even touching her own face, a cut-off hand lay right in front of her, and the unmistakable scream of her son echoed through the large ballroom.
Zen looked towards the Duchess with a disgustingly evil grin, a demonic pattern blooming on his right cheek. His full power, that of the peak 2nd-phase seeker, exploded in a suffocating burst.
But the pressure he exerted did not rely contain mana, but sothing else, sothing sinister. A trace of the demonic energy was mixed into his mana, boosting his every power and stat already beyond the threshold of 3rd phase beings.
The training Gareth provided the two siblings was nothing less than hellish for them. Zena had also told her brother about the matter involving Osiris, so they could properly embrace their new roles as Osiris’s minions.
Zena did not stay idle, and her left cheek had a dark red pattern similar to her brother’s. But her pressure...
It was on a completely different level, while her brother had progressed from peak first to peak 2nd phase in the last few months under the guidance of Golgoth. She herself had beco a mid-3rd-phase seeker as of now. But with the power of ’Seed of Despair’ mixed in, her true combat prowess was naturally greater than that.
Her spear cut through the throats of the guards who were just about to make their move against her brother. Gut-wrenching screams and shouts could be heard from each of the third-phase guards as they were butchered like dogs. Her battle experience had also taken the next step thanks to Golgoth’s relentless training.
"Arghhhh, Nooooooo, spare us, ahhhh."
"Don’t, don’t kill ....PLEASE....."
In the end, only two barely alive 3rd phase seekers were left; even then, they were critically injured in multiple places, bleeding out nonstop.
Duchess Nerma had been frozen in place from the mont she saw her son’s cut-off arm thrown in front of her. Now there were so many cut-off limbs of the guards, cut-off organs and intestines littered the place, that the sight of it made her question the reality.
Eventually, the last two guards also died, just from bleeding out. Just like she had asked, that luxurious hall of hers was painted in crimson. But not from the blood of that whore’s children. But from the blood of her own loyal guards and maybe her own two children.
Her entire body trembled in fear; both of her sons were now missing one arm, and she could do nothing. She could not even say anything, looking at the two wretches, no... the two monsters that caused this.
She muttered in a primal terror, "HOW? how? how???? How can this be?? How can you two worthless street rats gain such power? HOW???????"
She screeched....
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