I watched, with a great amount of awe, the power of paladins mow down peasants and city soldiers like stalks of grain during harvest time. I stupidly entertained the thought of a solar cream 9999 able to stop the deadly sun rays. (I was thinking of making a joke about Jews, but I think this novel is already lit enough.)
(and this is how I either lose my followers or get a whole bunch of them, cheers!)
An arrow whistled as it rushed towards the bald head of Mr sun mortar, few centimetres from its target, just when I thought I could collect a new body to conduct experiments, the arrow disintegrated into fine dust; upon closer inspection the guy's body was surrounded by a small golden membrane, it reminded me of when in the past i tried watching a distant point in an incredibly hot day.
The bald head retaliated by firing his deadly smite on top of the archer hiding place, which was inside a two-story house. The sunray cut through the roof like butter, smiting to dust everything and everyone who was stupid enough to hide in there. When the light dissipated nothing remained standing in a four-meter radius, floors, walls, corpses... ashes to ashes. Soon the house collapsed in itself burying those poor guys lucky enough to have avoided the deadly light.
Feeling kinda nauseated by the smell of burning fat I walked away from the scene towards the gates of the city; if the guards were here and the templars as well, then who was there to stop me from leaving this god-forsaken place? But of course myself!
The city right now was like an orchard full of ripe fruits; gold, jewels, incredible weapons and arcane knowledge, everything was mine to take if only I could find them. Besides, leaving a job halfway had never been in my style. So, first stop: the church. While the templars and paladins were busy massacring my decoy I should be able to get in and get some easy rewards, no?
As I walked the long way to the temple I thought back on how I caused all of this, first I looted a great number of luxury dolls from a shop left unattended since the night of the orgy, then I created a new kind of bioweapon, a special kind of fungi that would hibernate until enough heat was supplied to it, like the body heat of a child for example. Then remained only a problem, how to infect someone once the fungi were awakened?
The solution came in the form of spores, by squeezing the doll the accumulated spores of the fungi would become airborne, easily being breathed in by oblivious children. The last and most difficult part was how to direct the spores to the brain, which was basically the whole point of creating this weapon. In the end, I decided to make the fungi need potassium and specific proteins especially rich in the brain, this way the spores would grow towards the brain. I admit that I didn't expect the templars to discover the little trick inside the dolls so soon, especially after all the effort I had put into making the disease invisible until enough body heat and force were applied together.
Fortunately enough the rest went as I planned, the templars, unaware of my ruse, rushed to cleanse the children and their families, and since trying to cleanse something inside the cranium was akin to an execution, they effectively ended up killing all the infected and those who protected them. The best part of my plan? My little dirty weapon had absolutely no effect on humans! If kids started to drop dead one after another while the templars tried to save them I would just reinforce their heroic figure, however having them kill perfectly healthy people... hehe, what can I say, I'm smart, I'm evil and above all, I'm handsome.
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I checked how closer I had gotten to my goal by checking my wrist.
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I whistled happily while crossing the streets; if French people had bombardiers during the revolution it would have resembled the road I was striving to walk without stumbling on half burned pieces of wood. Giant craters covered the road as a testimony of the people valiantly defending themselves against an overwhelming enemy. Suddenly from below a collapsed building I saw a kid, his blue eyes impressed me, they remained pure and untouched even though his whole head from chin to hair was covered in grey dust and specks of blood.
I approached the little survivor and kneeled down in front of him, placing my hands on either side of his head our eyes met, blue mixing with green; we stood silently like this for a moment, interrupted when I brutally snapped his neck, his brittle bones breaking between my hands. After killing so many what was one more life? Just a number, another victim of a war where normal humans were simple targets. And with his death, I could finally add infanticide to my list of sin, or at least the direct ones.
He had been lucky, at least now he won't have to witness what was gonna happen to this world, what I was gonna do to it. It was the least I could do for him, the most extreme piety I had shown anyone in months.
Finally I could see the church, no sign of the bloodshed had reached here, the plaza was totally clean and empty, just when I thought everyone had abandoned this place a single silhouette caught my eyes, she wore a white robe engraved in gold patterns, from her head a cascade of golden hair covered her back as she prayed kneeled on the ground.
Suddenly I felt a voice in my head, thundering like an explosion in a sealed off room, “Enemy agent individuated, new priority target added to the mission goals.” as she could hear what happened in my mind her eyes opened, her calm expression transformed in an extremely enraged one. “IT'S YOU!” she yelled in my direction.
“Oh, do I already have fans in this world?” I tried to joke it off to gather some time while walking towards her it didn't work as expected though; she raised her right arm and pointing at me she started to yell an activation phrase. “Heavenly Smit-” “wait!” I interrupted her, raising my arms in the air.
“B-before I die... can I ask you something first?” Barely containing her rage she nodded, lovely heroine kind of character. From what I saw she could complete the spell in less than one second, this meant I needed to use my trump card. While still walking towards her I reached for something I kept inside my pants ( ;p). “What do you think it's faster,” I started to ask as I felt the cold metal in my hands. “The speed of light or,” I took a hold of the handle, feeling it in my hands made me feel a little more secure. “The speed of a bullet?” She looked at me weirdly, “What even is a-” BANG. Taking advantage of her confusion and her mouth being busy, I took out my gun and shoot her straight to the chest. I had crossed over fifty meters while stalling for time, everything just to get close enough to raise my chances of success.
The bullet flew faster than what she had ever seen, before even being able to realize what was happening the bullet hit her, the force of the metal destroying her balance and sending her to the ground. As I approached I could see she was still alive, her mouth full of blood and gurgling something, probably some very nasty spell of hers, thankfully speaking with a punctured lung was not an easy feat. “The answer is: depends on who shoots first.”
Maybe it didn't totally make sense, but damn if I felt cool saying it; If stares could kill hers would have ground me to dust, unfortunately for her stares could not, but my fists hitting her fair and beautiful face could, I'd shoot her brain out, however I only had 8 bullets left and five hundred thousands something more people to kill. After turning the little saintess to a bloody pulp and hanging her from the bell tower I finally had some time to loot the place. May her body remind everyone not to mess with me.
I know it was kinda anti-climatic as fight, however this was real life, kill or be killed, everything happened in a split moment, no matter if you can turn a mountain to dust with a sneeze, as long as your flesh is human a few grams of very fast metal could kill you the same as everyone.