A figure clad in black clothes is standing alone in the open plain grass field. If one stood near him they would notice a faint light emanating from the black clothes. The color of yellowish white like aura was surrounding him majestically. Even his long black hair that reach his shoulder is glowing faintly with a tint of white. His face was full of confidence albeit his half opened eyes betrayed the situation he is in.
In front of him were tens of thousands being standing in lines and ranks, all facing him. They are consisted of many kinds. Some were tall to be called giant while some were short enough that anyone would want to retort that they are children. But no one said anything as that being have long enough beard sufficed to be called old man.
Yet that man alone stand about 100 feet away facing them. His hand were inserted into his pants pocket. His face is mocking them with his characteristic sleepy eyes; full of boredom.
A few minutes passed without any sides moving. Wind blowing, caressing their cheek with refreshing air that brought the smell of freshly trampled grass right through their nose. The morning sun was in the east glaring at the non-proportional sized combatant.
The man made a move first not with his leg or hand but his mouth.
“Whoever want his son to become orphan, his wife become widow, his family left unattended, come at me! At my back there is the place that you all selfishly want to trampled and monopolized by yourself for all of your selfish need. Come if you want it! In the name of god I would not let you land even a speck of dust into that place. Come if you think you are qualified enough!"
The man talk loudly amplified by his sound strengthening magic. His voice reverberated throughout the plain grass field. The voice was loud enough to shake normal person and making them lose their spirit. But the army facing him is the elite among elite. Chosen by their finest general just to fight him.
With a slight provocation, the general of the army try to shake off the any uncertainties among his soldiers with a bellow.
"For our kingdom!"
His men replied the same.
"For our kingdom!"
The sound are loud and clear, clearing their confusion.
"Chaaaaarge!"
The army with strength of tens of thousands toward their single target the man. It was a stampede. They charge in rank. Line by line of infantry and cavalry running across the green field toward the man. A lone figure covered in black clothing.
The man could only sighed deeply. Well it can't be helped then. Was what he thought. Without moving from that place, his mouth move.
"Starstream"
About 10 ball of light about the size of tennis ball appeared in front of him before it released beam of light toward the charging cavalry punching through their steel armor like leaves being eaten by worm. Red blood was splattered from the hole created from the light beam. In a second, a whole line consisted of best knight on horse was put out of the fight for good. All of the light beam punch a clean hole through their body before hitting anyone that is unlucky enough to be positioned in the back of the cavalry. After a few body had been punched through the beam winked out of existence as it exhausted its mana source. The charge was slowed down as the charging army was busy putting their armor in front of them in hope to stop the beam but unluckily their wish is trampled as they see how easy their brethren’s armor couldn't even put a little resistance.
"Archers and mage in position. Unleash all arrows and spells." The general shout in loud voice.
The man only smiled seeing it. He start chanting the next spell.
"Light barrier"
A thin wall made of hardlight came into existence. The archers that was firing thousands of arrow was dumbfounded as none of their arrow could pull a scratch against the barrier. The mage and sorcerer were more shocked to see their most powerful offensive spell couldn’t even leave a mark on the barrier not to mention a dent. Their hesitation was something that he didn't let go.
"Pillar of the sun."
A large pillar of light suddenly rain on them before moving deeper into the armies' rank obliterating everything and everyone in its way leaving scorched earth and charred corpse behind its wake.
With only 2 offensive spell, the charging army lose one fifth of its strength just three minutes after the battle start. The scene was like a painting of hell as the green grass become brown before turning to dust, people all alike moaning in agony from their wound, smell of charred corpse, the burned ground molten as the heat from the beam burned everything in its way and surrounding.
The remaining of the army slowed down their movement to comprehend what had happen after their sight cleared. Their face was distorted in horror as they saw the aftermath of the spell effect. Some were clearly shaken, some were gritting their teeth in anger, and some started to retreat a few step. The sight of their brothers in arm writhing in agony were too terrifying for them. But as they were elite soldiers they didn’t falter and continue with their attack albeit at a slower pace. The archers nock their arrow and release a rain of arrows toward the man clad in black, while magician start their chanting in unison to cast a massive wide area concentrated attack.
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The storm of arrows and fireball started raining down on the man like a pail of water being poured on an ant. The man only make an indifferent face as he shrunk the size of his shield so it only encompassed the area in his vicinity. Then his location was engulfed in storm of fire and arrows. The area around him turned into scorched earth, the arrows that flew caught fire and became fire arrows.
The archers and mages cheered as they saw him being swallowed by the wrath created by them. The knights, warriors and swordsman were standing ready, prepared to face anything that came out of the literally flaming hell. After a few minutes without seeing any movement, they lowered their weapon slightly and heaved a sigh. But their happiness was cut short as the area cleared a little revealing the unscathed man under his barrier from light. He only smirked, while from his mouth a few words could be heard.
“Damn, that really depleted my mana quite a bit but it can’t be helped isn’t it?”
The general was dumbfounded to see the man unscathed after 2 volleys of big scale spell and under fire of thousands of arrows. He immediately raised his sword and command his close range combatant to fight the man close range.
The man only grin. Clenching his hand into fist, 2 yellowish translucent sword was formed. Standing in fighting stance, he prepped his sword facing forward. In an instance he sped up forward into the enemy rank. Using the momentum from the acceleration, he swung his hardlight sword. The sword caught its first victim, a knight on a horse. The unfortunate man was cleaved in halves including his horse. The second prey of the sword lose his head in a spray of his own blood.
"hahahahahaha!"
The man in black clothes only laughed loudly at their demise. Again, he swung the sword claiming another victims. The sword in his hand released a few shockwave slicing the soldiers all alike regardless of their armor. The scene of someone slicing human like hot knife slicing through butter was too surreal that make some of the soldiers back down. Their spirit was broken apart to pieces by the act.
The man continue assaulting the army wreaking havoc within their ranks. He all sort of blade and sword art that was deemed impossible to execute with human body; parrying and counter attacking all at the same time giving the soldiers deadly whisper of death in a single blow that was aimed at the vital point.
Unable to resist much longer, the army started attacking en masse like a bull toward the man. Using his agility, the man retreated backward to where he came from. He raised his right hand.
“Raise: Prison of Light.”
Immediately the army was engulfed on their four side including above what seems to be wall made of light. The warriors and knights started banging on the wall but their weapon did nothing against the wall. Even the mages’ magic can’t scratched the wall. They started panicking but their general calmed them down for a while.
The man started walking slowly toward the prison that he made. As soon as he came near it.
“Well, well, well. What should I do with the foolish man that dare to come near my abode? I’ve wasted too much time on all of you when I should be using it to finish up my experiment. Damn it.”
The man only cursed the army slowly as walk to and fro in front of the prison. The general could only watch in anxiety as he see what the man gonna do with them.
“Ahh. Right, I still remember 1 spell that I haven’t tried on large scale. Maybe this is a good opportunity to do so.”
The man put his right palm on the wall and started to concentrate his mana in it.
“Damnation.”
Only one word is muttered by the man but the effect could be immediately seen. The air in the prison started heating up before it explode in a loud “boom” incinerating everything and everyone in the prison in a split second. The man only watched the scene as the army was burned into oblivion. The sound of scream and prayer of men could be heard from the place where he stand. In a few seconds the explosion died down leaving almost nothing behind except the smell of the incinerated corpse.
“Not very mana efficient but the effect is really like I thought.”
The man dispelled his prison and while humming happily, started walking back to the place which he called lab that is located near the place which could be called battlefield.