Lancelot made his way towards the north, onwards to the capital. On a vast forest between him and the capital, he had actually time to ponder and consider things for the last time. He thought he worked hard to save this kingdom yet he is also the one plundging it to chaos once again. He tried, really did try to consider the good things but in the end he didn't care.
Lancelot thought it is because he was tainted by the devil since he can feel the constant gaze on him like he was being watched from a realm he can never reach. Still he didn't care, his mind only screams for revenge. To show everyone that they were not the one that will decide the fate of another. To show them that even how powerful they grew, whoever got their backs, someone will still challenge them and he intend to win no matter what. There is only one goal for him.
To prove a point.
Days became weeks and weeks turned to months until he finally met someone again but he was still a long way to go to reach the capital. Three months passed but the first person he met was not worth it. Lancelot met a bunch of bandits.
In the past, he was considerate. He was looking why they became bandits. Perhaps poverty? Oppression? False accusation of crime? Born a bandit? In the past those were the reasons he can see but now all he is the ugly smirk of the bandits while looking a lost man with a huge luggage on his back.
The bandits were so sure it would be a boring day. They were lowlives that didn't want to work hard to earn what they eat but just to take the short route. To steal and take others' hard earned rewards. Though most of them were forced to this kind of lives, they didn't seek another path of living after being used to being a bandit. A bandit's life was easier than a sweating and being oppressed farmers or a brave and always on the verge of death knights. Really they didn't want hardship and thus they continued being a lowlife since then.
As for the current time, twelve bandits were surrounding Lancelot and snickering. Each one of them were laughing like something funny while slowly advancing carefully. Though they were bandits, Lancelot knew these guys were veterans on this kind of lifestyle. He knows that these bandits knows arrogance is fatal in their field of work thus even though they were laughing and snickering by themselves, they were obeserving Lancelot carefully.
The first bandit was guessing how strong this one is. He was looking for his weapons or anything that the stranger in front of him can use to fight back. When he nodded to his coleagues, the other bandits' confidence rose one more step since they were certain this man is unarmed.
-Hand over your belongings and leave. Resist and die.
Lancelot pondered if these scums were worth spending a bit of his time but his curiosity won and decided to test how lethal his power against himself. First he looked at the man in fron of him and saw only a few seconds were remaining on his clock. He wondered why. Perhaps it is because they met him as he saw the other guys have the same or a few seconds longer on their clock. Still all off them have less than a minute to live.
If I leave them alone will they die?
He wondered but he has no more time to think as a man behind rushed with a dagger on hand ready to stab him in the back. He decided he don't have the luxury of time to spend.
The man signaled one of his comarade to start and the other man obeyed. He rush, fast and deadly but a bizarre thing happened. The man freeze and completely stopped his movement. Like there was an unknown force holding him still. The event made them warry and all of them drew their weapons from daggers to swords or crossbows.
Lancelot decided to use his power in just a little area. Just enough for an adult man to fit. The result was... well he was also stupefied. The man behind him was not moving but his 40 seconds left on clock started to rapidly decline. For his time, the remaining "73: 10: 4: 23: 37: 08" (year, month, day, hour, minute, second) decline by seven minutes and a few seconds for the little area and his seconds remaining declined rapidly the same rate as the remaining time of the man he stopped.
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Lancelot decided that the consequence is also severe for him. Fourty seconds took seven minutes of him instantly and his time was rapidly decreasing.
*Have you ever seen the devil?
Lancelot said as he materialize the holy sword in the past but now tainted with darkness blade The Reaping thus he named it Deliverance. Not of hope or rest but deliverancento eternal suffering. Fitting as a name for the first one of its prey was sent directly to the belly of the devil as he slashed the neck of the bandit behind him.
The time should have been 10 seconds more but he still cut it off and he noticed his time was running normally again. The seconds were tickling down as it should have once more.
-What did you do?!
Lancelot heard the cry of an angered man. He was pointing his long sword towards him while shaking with fury.
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From a realm different from the mortal realm, a giant woke up as something fell near his feet. His snake-like eyes opened and looked below and saw a rugged man with a nasty get up.
-Ah... he delivered something so soon.
He looked at the sphere on his right side of the throne to see the mortal that took the danger of angering the god and may destroy his existence for good. The mortal in the sphere was fighting multiple men with a single sword he doesn't recognize but he can feel his creation with in. The giant's eye glowed with amusement as the man was fighting with so much better swordsmanship against his foes. Though the enemy was using their divinity and showering Lancelot with multiple spells and deadly attacks infused with divinity, Lancelot was dealing with them with pure swordsmanship alone. Though his power was above average, a man infused with divinity can match his might in terms of raw power since he can't materialize any of his divinity for now he doesn't have it. Lancelot, the name of the mortal which he gave a troublesome power annihilated the enemy under a minute and a few more seconds, more things fell on his feet and he finally saw the confused look of them.
-Who are you?
-Where are we?!
Every last of them was under heavy anxiety and fear for the unknown. Everything around them was darkness but the was a giant throne in front of them where someone so huge was sitting and looking at them. Once they saw the whole face of the said huge man, they shivered and remembered something.
*Have you ever saw a devil?
All of them have the same thought.
We are doomed.
-Hellcome everybody
The giant smiled and picked up one bandit and dropped him to his mouth. The giant was chewing and having moans of delight as he savor the soul he got for the last 700 years.
Then the devil laughed and every bandit ran away from the giant. They ran as fast as they can shile trying to use their divinity but for some reason they can not. They were crying while wetting themselves due to the horrenous scene.
-More! Give me more!
The devil chanted while laughing then grabbed another bandit from the darkness as his arms extended like a rubber.
-Wouldn't want to lose my meal to others..
He munched another soul and finally closed his eyes but every bandit that flee was mysyeriously met the same throne after the long darkness they plunged themselves. Every last one of them resigned their hopes and crumbled to the floor.
Time remaining 73: 4: 12: 13: 10: 57 as Lancelot arrived at the capital after sending a lot of person to be damned. I as the narrator called it the March of the Damned.