Carnage. It was the only way to describe the impact point of the two armies. The obvious difference not only in individual unit power levels, but also the unreadiness of the human troops, caused a tragic sight to unfold. The three to five meter large serpent constructs easily disrupted the hastily prepeared shield wall, creating countless holes in the defender line, allowing the rest of the incoming constructs to utilize said breaches to pass the wall and start to tear the humans apart.
The limbs were torn off by tooth, claw and spikes, crippling countless peaople in but moments and killing even more. The carnage unfolding created a cacaphony of screams, wails and sobs, lowering the already shaken morale in theface of the inhuman attackers. Based on the quality of the troops at the very front, Rex reasoned that the innitial few hours of the first night, if not its entirety will be heavily in favour of his constructs, since he had no issue seeing in the dark, meaning his constructs had no issue either, elevating his advantage even more than it was already slanted in his dirrection.
So, according to his own plan, he kept the S class constructs at bay for now, only using the A class ones, while at the same time dashing towards a different side of the camp. His body was positively trumming with excitement, barely holding back his bloodlust, clearly expecting the enemy to send some solid force to his location, or just some powerhouses, to stop this rampaging saboteur. There was no way they should leave the lone enemy humanoid attacker to his own devices, especially once Rex will start to utilize the blood of his kills to bring forth more constructs, creating even greater chaos and then he will pull in the S class constructs, upping the chaos even more. In such enviroment, it would make it so much more easy for rex and his united force to tear the enemy apart so much more quicker and efficiently, untill of course the SS class angels would be deployed. Then Rex would leave the location he was on his way towards, to engage and anihilate the white annoying pidgeons. And who knows, maybee there would be another breathtakingly pretty angel lady, much like his Eira, actually worth claiming for himself. His Eira was just such a thirsty angel, it was hard not to wish for another one, to perfect the angel demon duo plays he had in mind. Right now the game was played by him, Eira and Rashuun's twin daughters she offered Rex way back when. Now, just maybee he would get the chance to equalize the numbers for the angelic side.
Rex had flown up into the sky, and once he was close enough to his planned striking place, he plumeted down, creating a deafening explosion upon his cescent, flinging everything away in a radius of aproximately five meters from his impact place, leaving a solid crater in his wake as he dashed away from the landing place, his sword already drawn and spilling the blood of his enemies. As always, his incredible speed caused the humans in his near vicinity to have absolutely no chance to even react to the speed with which Rex moved from one cluster of soldiers to another, cleanly slpitting the soldiers into pieces, spilling both blood and guts on the ground.
Just a few minutes later, a dark red spell matrix glowed behind Rex, within a clear and bloody field of corpses that Rex left behind, the blood of the fallen clearly having been drained in the direction of the blood cirle, though nothing of the blood actually was seen anywhere close. Had anyone of the defenders noticed, a similar chill would have gone down their spines, unfortunatelly, they were far too bussy with the mad demon cleanly and mercilessly culling their comrades. It was then that they probably realized the folly of their current actions, as from the dark blood red circle in the death zone, shot out another figure, just moments later appearing in the sight of the very few who had somewhat maintained their attention on the bloody zone instead of the man who created all that death before their eyes.
A horse sized mantis with proper scythe like arms, paused just briefly, and then charged in the dirrection of the soldiers, splitting off from the nice and empty field Rex had already cleared out and used for some rather specific exercises. Said blood construct mantis moved with the speed and precision of a hungry predator, the large scythe like arms being swung in a deceptively fast manner, soon spilling its first blood. Then, as if going in a frenzy, the construct charged forward in a mad manner, as if every second it does not spend killing the squishy humans would result in some monstrous punishement that it had no desire to experience. And if the appearance of the mantis construct was a terrifying event, the brightening of the innitial cirlce for the second time and then the emergence of the second mantis blood construct was simply mortifying.
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Heavy clangs and clashes of metal against metal resounded throughout the plain where Echlisiarchies army was stationed and countless screams of pain or rage served as the music that signified the fresh battlefield. Limbs, broken armor, weapons and rare few remains of some fallen constructs were strewn about. Scattered remains of a relatively simple shielded fence that was savagely destroyed upon the construct charge. It had been a few hours since that horrifying event began and with the constructs easily pushing deeper into their camp, the very outer edge of ground zero was now empty of any living combatants.
Except for one, apparently, as suddenly, one of the corpse piles of the human soldiers started to slightly twitch. Then a bit more, and a bit more. It continiued for a few minutes untill finally, the upper couple corpses fell over, rolling down the small corpse hillthey had occupied. Then a heavy gasp resounded in the immediate vicinity, revealing heavily battered chestpiece that was worn by a rather young man. And while his gear looked atrocious, his body seemed slightly bruised at most.
Couple more minutes of heavy wheezing later, the lucky soldier slowly rised to his feet, and once on his knees, still catching his breath, he begun removing the armor he was wearing, It was just too busted to serve as a protection. On the contrary, it would only hinder his ability to move and thus survive whatever comes next. Though the man was more than a little happy regarding his current situation. After all, no matter how unlucky one might consider themselves to be, and no matter how bad his current situation might look like, Fred had a few things going for him.
First, he was alive. No thanks to the god damn Echlisiarhy, thats for sure, what with them chaining and collaring him to use as free chaff to slow down the incoming army that had finally appeared just a few hours ago. No one had told them what to expect, most likely hoping the front lines were deadly enough for all of them to die off in start of the coming great battle. And indeed, most of the people stationed on the ourskirts of the camp were indeed nothing more than cold and stiff corpses by now, or whatever else remained of their mangled bodies strewn around.
What Fred also had noticed during his unfortunate fight was just how much the constructs had done to pay him as little atention as possible,causing all of his injuries to stem from collateral damage. Now that was more confusing than anything. With yet another heavy grunt he rose from his kneeling position once all the armor was somehow removed from his body, leaving him in a simple and rather sweaty fair of cheap pants and shirt. The sound of battle could still be heard in the distance, deeper in the camp, and with a single glance he could still see a blurry outline of the construct armies back.
It was when he glanced around he noticed a rather peculiar, and quite disturbing sight. Countless piych black ravens started to land on the ground, and all human bodies that seemed in dirrect contact with said ravens suddenly shattered into mana dust, leaving no other evidence of their existance behind besides the messed up gear said warriors were wearing. Then, one of the ravens landed near him, startling him rather badly and causing him to fall back on his ass. The next thing that happened caused even more confusion in Freds mind. Mana stirred around the raven, and soon, it materialized in the form of common letters, forming a few sentences, clearly ment for his eyes.
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"Finally awake. Good. Follow the raven, it will lead you to a safer place. There is some food and drink there. Do wait there for a while. I will be there for a small chat in a short while. The angles finally took action, and cant come and have a chat before they are neutralized. The fact you are still alibe should be explanation enough of my friendly intentions. It is not often I meet others like me, who are not from this plane."
That did cause yet another shock, though this time positively thrilling for Fred. He had been suffering at the hands of Echlisiarchy for quite some time, and quite frankly he was rather fed up with this world he had been dragged to. One simple mistake where he trusted the locals had brought him here after all, so, while still cautious, he was quite enthusiastic about the possibility of another person like him in this atrocious world. And thus, happily, even if slightly vigilant, he followed the raven that had somehow displayed the message.
And indded, treu to the words before, some thirty minutes later they came upon a small camp that housed a few ravens around as well as a rather large tent that was filled with all kinds of food, and even a small bathtub on the outside, filled with lightly steaming water, inviting him to cleanse the blood and grime covering his body before he stuffs his body full of food. The slave collar that had been adorning his neck for the past few years was damaged during the fight, so he was more than happy to enjoy the brief moment of piece he had been given by his fellow off worlder. he was more than willing to wait, if this was the hospitality of his unknown friend.
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Rex bent his body to the side, awoiding yet another barrage of light blades and spears flying his way, the courtesy of a few dozen of angels, trying to maintain their distance and either exaust his energy or skever his with the countless projectiles they had been throwing at him. Their current caution was to be expected though, after he quickly and easily tore apart the few more impatient and agressive angels that rushed him once the message was sent to ask for their involvement. No, the man in front of them was indeed everything they had asumed about him from what little info they had. Probably even more as he was stil showing no signs of exaustion, nor had he recieved any proper wound. And the man was flghting with eight SS class angels and their acompanying squads of S class angels. The last two squads were the foolish ones who had rushed in and thus torn apart in the mans clutches.
The angels had been locked in this dane of their for nearly an hour, neither side gaining any sort of advantage, but that in and of itself was an insane boon for the damn archons side. His constructs were still rampaging through the human camp, finally having reached the next few sections of their enourmous camp where the proper army was standing fully ready to intercept and stand their ground, and eventually break and tear apart the constructs. Or so had been the hope of the leadership of the Echlisiarchy. And while the progress of the construct army had slowed down quite considerably, the were still grinding down and exausting the human side. The unreasonable quality and power of the constructs was way beyond any and all expectations.
And the archon himself was the greatest problem of them all, holding down the entirety of the angel force sent down by their god to assist in this apocaliptic war threathening to end their graces worshipers. That could not be allowed to stand, and yet, here they were, struggling to take down a single enemy. Even worse yet, they were forced to utilize every bit of tactical and strategical advantage they had to even keep the archon at bay, lest yet another one of their flock gets slain. There was a sliver of hope thoough in their current situation. The man should eventually exaust himself and then they could finally strike, ending the nuisance once and for all, and then, they could join the rest of the soldiers in cleaning up the army of constructs, starting with that damn spell circle that was periodically spawning more new constructs, of the mantis variety.
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A couple hours later the angels finally noticed a chip in their enemies armor, the smallest of missteps, that was immediatly taken advantage of, with three of their SS class bretheren lunging in, their spears of light shining with blinding light, thrusting forward from three different angles. The skevering was innevitable. It was a foregone conclusion. The man would bea mortally wounded, and even if heaven smiled upon him, and he managed to avoid one of the spears, he would still be increadibly heavily wounded. So then why, why in front of their eyes the man flickered with speed so much past what he was capable, becoming a blurr, avoiding the three spear tips, followed bye wide arching swing of his deplorable blade and ending the lives of three more of his brothers in that single blink of an eye, for that was all it took. Just a single moment in time where the supposed slip up of the archon was turned around into an overwhelming advantage instead.
And then, the rest fo the angels, in their moment of shock and righteous anger saw it, the smirk adorming the face of the archon. The momentary slip of his, it was nothing more than a trap to lure them into striking, well prepeared and laid out during their hours long tussle. They had been lead around their noses, as the archon was hiding his actual full capabilities, lulling them further and further into the asumption that they had it under wraps, that the victory was in their grasp and inevitable, as long as theiy maintained their their current strategy.
Yet another blink, and the archon was next to another of their brothers, and just like the ones before, the next brother too was sliced apart by that acursed blade. And then, in the same manner, yet another, and another of their brothers fell. By the time only two of the SS class archangels remained, something happened. The accursed blade trembled in its owners hands. Then, just a moment later it did so again, this time with more power. And then, yet another moment later, a terrifying energy wave exploded from the blade, coloring it dark crimson red, while the hilt slightly changed the form as well. It felt decidedly much darker and sharper as well. The crossguard changed too, displaying a green jewel in the cross section. The barely glowing gem reminded the angel of the demonic fell energies, sending a few unpleasant goosebumps down the remaining angels spines.
"Ahh, so you have finaly fully grown Limitless." the archon spoke with a fond voice, as he held the blade in one of his hands, sliding the other over the blood red blade with gentle affection, apreciating the change in his blade. Then, he flickered out of their sight, followed by an unholy shriek of pain as the second to last of the archangels was cut in pieces. Yet unlike the previous deaths of his brothers, this time there was a change. This time the blade had done more than just shear the physical form of the angel. No, the blade had harmed the spirit of the angel as well, thus eliciting the horrendous shriek of pain that was heard.
And so, the last of the archangels, along with the few remaining angels all turned to flee, having understood that the battle was lost, and well aware of the neccesary time of a few minutes to innitiate their return to the heaven. Unfortunatelly, the archon had no plans of the angels returning bacl where they came from peacefully.
"Dont start what you cant finish!!" He yelled laughing as he flickered between the remaining angels, performing a light swipe with the blade, cutting them all down, each of the angels dying with a soul shaking shriek of pain. His blade had evolved, and seeing its effect on holy beings, such as angels, was more than enough to understand both the general alignement of the law fragment the blade now embodied, and also just how much the man himself had relied on the blade during his campaign against their people.
"I am what your people created. Dont blame me tor it." He smirked and spoke as he finally appeared before the last archangel, shashing his sword, and easily slicing through the angels shield it had barely managed lift to block the strike. Resignation and a spark of unwillingness reflecting in its eyes. Though in the end, it was still futile, causing it to rekease another soul shaking shriek of pain, just like his brothers before him, as the blade sliced its body in two, causing both parts to quickly scatter in motes of light, though just like with the rest of the recently slain angels, after the blades evolution, the wings of the angel fell to the ground.