Once the hour was over an ear shattering roar resounded outside the walls of Provedence. The defenders of the city had moved according to their orders for the last hour. Adjusting and fortifying the now destroyed fragment of the wall as much as they could. Grave faces adorned the defenders who were in thefirst few lines of the barricades, though the rest of the soldiers looked no better. Their expressions turned nigh ashen when a powerfull mix of auras passed by their positions.
Whatever it was that was used to conceal and supress the aura of the invading army had been released, allwoing the presence of three thousand elite soldiers to mix and wash over their opposition. prayers anong with curses resounded from the defenders as they braced for the coming tide. Whatever they were prepeared for, what came next did shake them quite hard once again, as another of the monstrous exposions resounded quite the wasy away from the first one that had destroyed the wall to such tremendous extent. This time however a rather powerfull gust of wind followed, blowing away all the dust and mini debris that was still in the air. Yet another breach was made and the invaders streamed in through this new and not fortified position, causing quite a few humans to be killed during their shocked state that came after the explosion.
Rex and Jirgen were at the very front of the charge. Jirgen doing so as was the custom with single battle engagements that allowed the leader to go wild and freely exercise his combat prowess. Rex however did so purely for entertainment purposes and to ensure that as few as possible of the Svergi men actually died during combat. The sight was both impressive and sad at the same time, depending on whose side the observer would be roothing for.
The hulking two and a half meter tall barbarians crashed into the trembling lines of defenders, tossing a fair few away like a sack of potatoes. Due to their A class power they could have been comparable to a rhino or an elephant as they charged into a group of random ordinarry people at full throttle. The coming swings of their weapons did not held back either, cleaving bloody arcks through out the battle line. Miserable schrieks and scries of pain and suffering came from the human side. What was worse is that practically none of the giant men looked as if they were taking no damage whatsoever during their scuffle.
Rex, being the nice guys that he was avoided most of the enemy fighters and slid across the battlefield like a ghost, only taking actiong should any of his side were in a rather dangerous mortal situation they could get not out of. For the most part such situations were a dirrect cause of Provedences A class elite team searching for Rex to take out the dangerous monstrosity and possibly either swing the battle outright or stop the invaders momentum. And since that help for the most part came in the form of extreme projectiles from just as extreme range, said boss kiler party quickly regrouped and chased after the trajectory of the incoming trown rocks just a few moments earlier.
Another half an hour later in a rather small side alley Rex was finally caught up with said hunter group. Clearly a courtesy from Rex, sicne there was no way the group could have caught up with Rex on their own. No, he had clearly grown bored and waited to have some fun, so what better way than to let the enemies alpha strike team catch up with him. Who knows, they might even provide some sort of entertainment for the quickly growing bored Rex.
The elite team of the Provedence consisted of fourty members, all among the middle to high A class, with three peaks. They had realized early on that the enemy army is nothing but terror, each and every time they had run into any group that was roaming the streets and culling the defenders they had to contend with nothing but A ranks. Their leader had estimated that they had run into more than thousand A ranks already. And even asuming the rest of the army that was still pouring in through the wall opening was not A class it still baffled their minds. What kind of force was capable of providing a fighting force of three thousand where more than a third was A ranks.
What was even more frustrating was that whenever they got close to taking out some of them extremely terifying projectiles had interrupted their atempts. Now they had finally tracked down the sharpshooter to this side alley. And luckally it was the detestable forsaken, who happened to be the sharpshooter. They could finally unleash their raising pent up frustrations with the current situation.
"Ow no, poor little me. Caught all alone by the elite force of the enemy. However will I escape now?"
His sarcastic tone of voice irritated their group even more, though the voice of their strategist and leader quickly calmed them somewhat down, and in no time they were in a well thought out and practiced formation. As the takners charged at their enemy, chields raised to intercept any sudden attacks. Priests casting multitude of blessings on their primary engagement roles. Rangers and archers releasing arrows to either wound or controll his mobility. Even the two mages were layering their spells to catch their adversary in the correct moment of weakness. It was all going as their stategist had calculated.
Overbuffed and brimming withe energy the tanks were night in contact with Rex, multiple arrows flying and locking his movement options. A couple of stealthy rogues were also in the tankers tail, quite skilfully hiding themselves from Rex sight to attack when least expected. Even the mages were ready to unleash their magic upon the smallest of chances. Yet it all crumbled apart in less than a blink of an eye.
One moment their target was there, right where he had to be, and the very next he was behind the two mages, their heads falling to the ground, their necks shoothing a fountain of blood into the air like some sort of a fountain. And then the next moment he was standing behind their stategist, the heart and soul of their group, whose head was smashed like a grape in the monsters hands, paralyzing their remaining group for just a moment, to elicit numerous heart wrenching cries of loss and anger. What followed after was a chaotic rush of people towards the murderer, disregardibg their own safety and reason. Only one thought in their minds- to pull said man to the afterlife, by any means neccesarry. The few peopel who ddi not join in said suicidal charhe could understand why that was happening though. Said strategist was like a father to many of them, with most considering the man their only reason for living. So it was no suprise that once the man was killed, their reason to live was as well, with a singular wish pushing them forward- to avenge their mentors and 'fathers' death.
Reality however is a cruel mistress, far too often dangling a hope in front of a desperate person, only to snuff it out completely. And this was one of such situations for the elite team of Provedence. Rex moved with absolute precision and agility that defied reason, or so it looked to the few A rankers with their faculties not clouded. It was not just raw power that the man was relying on to ensure he was not swarmed and crushed. No, the man was moving as though being repelled by anyone who came too close, manking him simply uncornerable. Then add to that unreasonably sharp sword that could cut through any of their armor and weapons like butter and you have a perfect blend for carnage incarnate.
It took less than a few minutes for the lone enemy to end the lives of the desperate and berserking group hell bent on taking him down with them. Needless to say that besides few random blood splatters from said slain group on his visage, there was no other signs that the man had just gone through thirty something A class fighters. The remaining fifteen people were now sweating buckets. There was no way the man was just A class.
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"The fuck an S class is doing here in this backwater town?" a desperate cry came from one of the remaining men.
"He he he" Rex snickered in response "You've been poking an iron plate for far too long, and now one of your's just so happened to finally kick it. This is nothing more than cause and consequence."
With those words said he once again dissapeared from his position, anouncing his reappearance with another gush of blood from yet another of their dwindling numbers being cut and ended. Then he did the same again and again untill none of said group was left alive. Once he was doen the place looked no more no less than a messy slaughterhouse. Even Rex had to admit it was quite disturbing sight to behold. Body parts cleanly cut with single swing, blood and innards slowly spilling out through the openings. And some very few pained gasps as those more unlucky were still drawing their last breaths.
Quickly finishing them off and darting to the next largest congregation of enemy power signature he murmured under breath "Gotta calculate better on swings versus multiple targets to ensure they all die as quick death as possible." To be fair, Rex had no issues by now when it came to torturing his enemies. He had done it already a few times. To prolong the suffering of simple warriors oposing him however, was not quite something he wanted to delve into. Thus his desire to ensure they died as quick deaths as possible. Once he gets his hands on the upper echealons however, his aproach would change by hundred and eighty degrees. There he will pull out all the stops in returning the suffering of their victims back manyfold.
In short few moments Rex was once again perched on a cathedral's highest tower, observing and tracking the entire battleground that the city had become, with the exception of two places. As mentioned previously the Red light district as well as the Foreigner distric were left alone, not a single raider stepping into their zones. A few even went so far as to stay around to ensure no retarded fool on their side decided to disregard the orders coming from the top.
As Rex observed the entire city turned into battleground he could find no fault with the way Svergi army was moving. They had been seperated into many smaller groups who right now were combing through the city along seperate paths. breaking down doors, ransacking the homes and already sorting the people they had encountered during said ransacking. Men and women over certain ages were executed nigh immediatly, enforcing the cruelilty and obedience in the surviving members of the city should they hope to live for at least a while longer.
Rex had killed the most skilled group of the enemy resistance, consisting of over fifty A class fighters in the mid to high tier. Most, if not all remaining A class enemies were mid or innitial tier, thus not really creating much of a problem to the invading force. Even more so since Rex himself still moved to the locations where the advance of his forced slowed down more than expected. A few hours later Rex could with confidence say that only the chaff remained within the city, as well as the storming of the enemy command center, where all the big heads were huddled up.
"Hmm. I suppose in this case fun come before the actual work?" Rex once again snickered as he moved to Jirgens side who was waiting just outside the castle with quite a few of his men, waiting for Rex to arrive. They had the place surrounded, and since Provedences elite units had been exterminated already, said castle was manned with subpar personell. They had to send them out since Rex attack power would have ensured their fall, unless removed from the equation. Now said leaders were in a position of utter despair. There was no escape, and some of the more decisive ones were considering suicides right now. No one could guarantee that their end would be swift once they were in the hands of the enemies. Luckaly for Rex, none of the actual nobles were considering that. Their arroance and faith that soon assistance would come from teh capital of Nor or maybee even one of the council families. All they had to do was weather the storm for a short while and it would all be over. Little did they know that right now every major or capital city were fortifying themselves as much as possible. The messages from the angels already having been circulated, causing everyone to hunker down and prepeare for the oncoming crisis.
"Ready to make some fat pigs squeel?" Rex asked Jirgen as soon as he appeared near the man, startling said giant in the process.
"Shit." he cursed "Could you stop doing that? I swear you will be the end of me one day." The Svergi man had learned in teh short time he had been besides Rex that he is actually quite chill and likes to joke around, so Jirgen had slowly but steadily started to act as he would around his father or someone of that caliber. Needless to say as a warrior culture crude and crass jokes were part of the menu. Something Rex apreciated and gave as well as he could take. Unfortunately for the rest of their men, they were often in the akward situation where either of their current leaders jokingly insulted one another, then laughed as if nothing happened. They however had to hold their laughter in case any of said jokes went too far and elicited the anger of the reciever of said joke, thus causing the grunts to get a beating as well. If only they knew that Rex and Jirgen had a small conspiracy, where they sometimes intentionally went furtehr than they should, laughing not so much at the jokes themselves but more so over the clenched cheeks of their subordinates who tried their best to keep the laughter inside their bodies.
"How's the looting and rounding up of people?" asked Jirgen as he signaled his men to begin the last push into the castle, well aware of Rex's eyes in the sky.
"Its going great. Only the scrubs remain in pockets of fortified mansions with stubborn minor nobles who think they can last untill help from other cities arive. So, once we are done with this little piece of fun we will go and solve the Red district and Foreigners quarter. We dont want our guests to wait too long I suppose."
"What kind of schemes have you prepeard for them?"
"Sheesh. Why do you have to asume its always something nefarious?" Rex asked back, an evil grind plastered over his face.
"It is deffinetly not your face that makes me think so. Definetly not. After you. I doubt you want to be late for this part." Jirgen gestured Rex to take lead and Rex happily did so. With Rex and Jirgen in the front of the group, as well due to the weak defenders in their way, it took them no time whatsoever to reach the room where the leadership of Provedence was waiting. The militarry personel had somber, yet dignified expression on their faces. Clearly aware of the possibilities of their own fate. Quite a few of the ministers and fat merchants had incredibly arrogant and smug expression on their faces, still for whatever reason deluded that their status would shield them from the possible consequences. A slap on the wrist, maybee some rather large sum of money is all they would lose. Such were the thoughts in their heads, similar power changes had happened in the past, serving as basis for their faulty deductions.
Soon, the people inside the room heard chashing of weapons, though not nearly as much as they would like, yet again indicating the wast difference in the power levels among both sides, especially now that their elites were already down for the count. Then the numerous footsteps resounded in the halls outside their meeting room, getting closer and closer to the seperation between two opposing sides. Then with a crashing sound the door was fung from its hinges, shining light on the entering adversaries. The nobles gulped as they saw the towering two and a half meter tall and muscular men's frames, exuding raw power and savagery. Though the greatest fear was induced by the single man at aproximately two meter height. The archon, the forsaken that was the root cause of their current predicament. They all wasnted to curse the man, for this siege, for their loss, for being born and existing. Not a single word was uttered towards that goal however, the last bits of their brain having struggled against their own stupidity and won, ensuring they at least dont try and insult the force that could do whatever the fuck they wanted with their sorry asses right now. That did not stop someone from attempting to extricate themselves from a slippery situation.
The fat merchant, yanking the abused thirteen year old girl behind him, stumbled his way towards Rex and his force and once close enough he took a slightly hunched position as he spoke in a sweet and sinckening voice.
"Ahh, thank lords, I have been saved. I am Runes Fernov. A merchant from Zharr. I have had the most unfortunate day, being stuck here due to a meeting I had scheduled with the ruling body here, and due to your arrival I was held here. May I graciously ask your exelency to permit me to return to the foreigners quarters to not get in sir's way?"
"Silence." Rex single word froze the man in fear. Then he extened his hand towards the girl, with two of his fingers signaling the girl to come closer.
"Come here girl." and with the words spoken she did exactly as ordered.