“Don’t hesitate… They know… They know about your visit. They left all these statues here to watch and anyone coming here. Don’t waste ti, please finish before it will be too late to do that.”
“Are they coming here?” a flash of cold light appeared in my eyes while my tone grew extrely cold.
“Don’t… They are far stronger than what you consider strength is in your mind. Just kill and leave. This place… This f*cking place will crumble the mont I’m dead. It won’t be accessible by anyone, and will just vanish like it never existed.”
“But you said they are coming,” I stopped listening to all his pleas and focused more on the fact that they were coming here.
What was scarier than dealing with a hidden and mysterious enemy? In fact it was my scariest fear. If I had to risk it, then I should do it in return for exposing these folks.
“Co! Co and let see who you truly are!” Unlike what that pathetic dude expected, I turned to all the statues and shouted, waving my glaive in such a challenging way, “co or else your little precious boy here will die. You’ll lose a precious asset, and I won’t hesitate to make you suffer such great loss.”
“You… Are crazy! Do you want to die and take down your universe with you? Do you want more universes to suffer what the few I smashed their shields are suffering from?!!”
“Don’t!” I pointed my glaive towards this pathetic dude, “I won’t fall here, and won’t let you live a single mont after two minutes from now.”
I said my last piece in such loud tone, trying to provoke those motherf*ckers. To add little flavour to my words, I waved my glaive for a few circles before landing it towards that dude.
“Losing an arm won’t kill you, right?” and with it, I severed his right arm, sending it rolling over the ground, leaving behind a long trail of purple blood.
“It’s… Pointless,” he first fiercely scread out of imnse pain before I watched sothing crazy happening.
That thing in his chest flared up, getting stirred with what I just did. Then at the place where that arm was cut, a new one grew again, just like it was a branch coming out from a tree.
That was… New to !
“You can… Regenerate?!!” I couldn’t help but ask in doubt, and he only sighed.
“It’s this thing…” he pointed at that glassy heart, “it keeps alive. Even if you send my head rolling, it will kick in and regrow another head. It’s just like that, with it inside my body I’m an immortal.”
“And that thing works over the energy that is provided for you?” I asked again and this dude nodded.
“Energy is needed to keep it running, and bones and flesh are needed to regenerate my lost pieces. It’s futile man, just kill and let all of us live in peace.”
“Ok,” as he kept begging, and those bastards didn’t take my words quite seriously so far, I took a few steps forward, raised my glaive and held it with both hands, before falling it fiercely over that heart.
And as I did that, that dude just closed his eyes, with a new look over his face.
It was a look of peace!
Sothing… Sothing was off here. Just as my glaive fell, I shifted its target at the last mont, severing his right side totally without touching the heart.
“Damn! Damn you! What’s wrong with you? Why torturing like this? You looked like a good man! Damn you!”
As he got almost his right half halved, he started to twist and scream like a girl while his heart flashed again. This ti, I noticed the speed of its growth was slower.
“I’m not joking, I’ll kill him,” and as I felt more unsettled, I kept playing such a ga with those supposedly watching races, “co and get . Co and stop , I dare you!”
“F*ck! What is inside your skull? Jelly? Why don’t you listen to ? Just aim at my heart and relieve and all the people in the cosmos from my threat.”
“Shut up!” for the first ti, I scread at it while moving my glaive at him. Its right half still didn’t fully regenerate, and I added a rolling head on the ground before moving my glaive again and severed his left side as well.
What remained from his body was just the torso and chest parts, with that heart flashing brighter.
He was right, he could regenerate his head! But that took almost ten minutes to happen. As for the rest of his body, it took a quarter.
“Damn you!”
“Shut the hell up!” During these minutes, I stayed vigilant against the supposedly arriving forces of those mighty enemies.
Yet all it ended up was nothing! Not a single foe appeared, even that proclaid portal never appeared.
“I’ll kill you!” and as I reached this point, he roared, standing up with his body not complete. Even his skill was missing an eye and part of his nose, giving him such a scary look.
As he said it, he grabbed a big double edged axe from the back of his throne, and thought about coming at .
Yet I was the one who ran towards him first.
“F*ck you!” This was the last thing he said before I severed his new head again, alongside his two hands and feet. I didn’t spare his torso this ti, as I cleaved apart his chest from abdon.
The sight wasn’t pleasant to be honest, yet it had to be done this way.
My side of the story? This damn bastard was the real weapon indeed. But for a reason I didn’t know, he tried to make co and smash that heart of his with my own glaive.
Things didn’t look right. If he could kill himself, why the hell didn’t he do it before? Relying on that weak will story and fear of death, the survival instinct of his… It was just a la and funny story.
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