Chapter 76: Earth, Wind and Fire, Part 10

Jonathan laughed.

The most normal reaction after an enemy tore off the arm you were going to use to smash their head. Why wouldn't he laugh? The only kind of resistance he had faced in this world was numerical. The feeling that no matter how many enemies he easily killed, scattering them like specks of dust, more would come out from somewhere and nothing would change.

That is, something boring, tedious.

At least this enemy, this "knight", was starting to show that it had claws.

The outcome of all his fights, with the exception of the time he fought the Count so many years ago that he didn't even remember, was fixed due to his immortality. He couldn't die, he couldn't get tired. Time was on his side.

So he had to learn to enjoy what little fun he could get.

Despite having somehow ended up in a completely different world from his own, something he would have sworn was impossible about an hour ago maybe, he hadn't found anything particularly interesting.

Until now.

Jonathan dropped the sword. He didn't need it, it would only make his fun end sooner. Besides, this way it could be said they were on equal terms. He had broken that fragile sword of his and then discarded his own. Still laughing, he grabbed an arm of the enemy, squeezing. The son of a bitch had torn off his right arm, so he would tear off his left.

The knight's mask ended up shattering, revealing absolutely nothing. Just darkness that writhed, that vibrated, that seemed to be alive. Then it truly came to life with familiar and strange colors, which stabbed like blades into his skull, which he could almost feel pushing to make their way inside.

A person from this world might find another comparison, but it made Jonathan think of the great and unexplored bottom of the sea. Despite having lived most of his human life at sea, he had always done so on the surface, captaining a ship. The real sea was below the surface. It was like a different world. More different than this one, surely, which after all was like his own. Just more advanced, maybe a few hundred years in the future, maybe more.

Well, it was interesting to think about that, but he couldn't let it distract him from important things. That is, the dismemberment battle.

The insect knight tore off his left leg. Jonathan didn't react to the pain, he had the same perception of pain as any living being, but his endurance was on another level. No one knew pain like him, so he knew it was just another sensation he could let pass through him and disappear like bubbles on the surface of the water.

In fact, Jonathan didn't even fall.

He jumped on the leg he had left, his stumps dripping blood, punched the enemy in the chest where his heart should be if he was like a human.

He'd bet he wasn't.

There was no reason for the configuration of his organs to be like that of a human being.

But as he pulled his hand back, he saw that he was wrong. He saw a black heart, as big as his head, full of purple lines.

He doubted it would be as easy as crushing it (or rather he hoped), but just in case he would avoid it. It wouldn't be fun. Yeah, yeah, he had his responsibilities to his kingdom and his subjects, wars to fight, territory to reconquer. But it wouldn't be fun. Boredom was the only poison that could kill an immortal.

Jonathan went for the insect knight's legs, not bothering for a second to defend his own body. Defense made no sense when you couldn't die.

Besides, lately he was used to his opponents dying even before getting close to him, for the most part. He was out of practice anyway. Obviously better to focus on his strengths and that's what he did. He tackled the insect knight, throwing him against the cracked ground.

It became a large depression in an instant. Several posts and metal boxes were dragged into the hole with them. Jonathan might not be familiar with this world, but he was more than smart enough to understand that they were probably vehicles. Obstacles, in any case, as they fell together.

Of course, and with the help of the fall, Jonathan managed to tear off the enemy's legs. Yes. With the force of the impact they broke and almost stopped, so it didn't even require a special effort.

And, of course, he paid for it. They also tore off his last leg. The bottom of the depression was full of red and black blood. Two separate rivers.

Jonathan? He laughed even harder. This was very fun.

Yes, the last time he faced an opponent like this, who could take a real beating, was the Count. And he hadn't enjoyed that precisely. The Count was the only being in the world who could have killed him after all. It had been a real fight to the death, with everything at stake, not something to enjoy.

The insect knight pulled out another sword from a tear in space itself.

"That's cheating," Jonathan said, playfully.

In the next instant, he lost his head.

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Once again, he didn't even feel pain, just the gust of wind when the steel sliced his throat and his head went flying.

The bleeding that followed was barely noticeable because he was already bleeding everywhere.

Being decapitated naturally didn't stop him for long. His head didn't fly far enough to end up outside the large depression, so in the end it ended up rolling towards the skeleton knight, lying on the ground, without him having to do anything.

He sank his teeth into his neck.

He didn't achieve much, but that had never been his goal. The fight would have already ended if he had wanted to.

The insect knight shook, trying to get him off. He saw how his headless body quickly grew arms and legs, and even restored the damage to his clothes, as usual.

He directed his body to attack independently of his head.

One of the many Skills to beat the Count, not to mention the Skill that was the only reason he wasn't dead yet. It wasn't a significant impact, since it took almost no time to recover from his deaths, but it was interesting for plays like this.

He opened his throat. His mouth filled with the enemy's black blood a second before it was crushed. He came back to life immediately, in the middle of an attack, his body had continued following his last orders even after the brief cessation of brain activity.

There was no doubt that Jonathan was an unstoppable monster.

Since the insect knight had gotten another sword, Jonathan called his back. Since the insect knight had acquired another sword, Jonathan called back his own. It was only fair. There was no gap in his attacks, no adjustment time, not even for a millisecond. None of that. It was as if he hadn't died at all. The swords clashed. The darkness of the enemy's face twisted as if it wanted to devour him.

A part of the monster army that was devouring the bones of the city separated from the wave and came for him, throwing themselves into the depression.

A large part of these died long before they even had a chance to touch him, due to the death field surrounding him.

Jonathan ignored them, exchanging blows with the knight. Both were so fast that the movement of their weapons couldn't be seen. That is, obviously they could follow the movements without problems, but for anyone else there wouldn't be even a silver flash. His enemy was surely giving it his all, but he still had more, much more.

"This has been fun, but unfortunately I have responsibilities, a kingdom to rule. An animal like you couldn't understand it. Anyway, game over, friend."

His eyes burned with power.

He casually doubled his attack speed.

"Oh, what's wrong? Can't keep up? Hahaha."

It was obvious. There was nothing to celebrate about the obvious result, but he laughed anyway.

Jonathan jumped to dodge, and didn't dodge at all. The enemy's sword cut him in half. And that was the end.

A dozen black tentacles emerged from the wound, rushing towards his enemy and impaling him before he could escape. He tried, you couldn't say he didn't, but his ability to react was irrelevant. He had lost since he launched the attack.

He had lost the chance to escape from the moment the blade sank into his skin to split him in half.

The monsters that had rushed towards the hole suddenly found themselves without their greatest backup. But, as they were mindless beasts, they didn't retreat.

Quite the contrary.

It would be obvious desperation if they could feel such a thing.

Jonathan hit the ground, and an explosion shook the world.

When the aftershocks faded, he was the only living being in the area.

He shot towards one of the trees that were spewing out the monster army.

It probably wouldn't change the situation, but he wanted to try. He tore the giant tree from the ground, dragging with it the rubble of several buildings, raising a large cloud of dust and earth.

He spun the tree several times, threw it away.

Against another.

Which, with the force of the impact, split in half. They fell almost at the same time, crushing the enemies below. Crushing people too, no doubt, but he didn't care. They weren't his people. They weren't his responsibility.

He might have caught some allies too, but he didn't need allies.

He was his own army.

One of the monsters reigning over the night sky spat out another of its trees, which quickly got to work. No, that wouldn't change anything. He should go directly to the source of the problem.

What did he have to lose?

It wasn't like he could die.

"Arise."

He instantly resurrected three hundred people within a one-kilometer radius, raising an army of undead. Of course, they weren't just normal unkillable people. Their abilities had improved greatly since their human days, obsessed with avenging a family he could now barely remember. Each and every one of them were elite soldiers who should be able to handle these cockroaches, especially working together, without too many problems. The question was, as for him, the numerical advantage.

But well, it would be enough.

All they had to do was buy time while he tore this farce to pieces.

Jonathan headed towards the beings that controlled all this.

Unfortunately, he couldn't manifest a pair of wings and soar the skies like a free bird. The conquest of the skies was one of the few things his power hadn't allowed him.

But that didn't mean he couldn't fly.

He propelled himself towards the skies with a series of small explosions generated in the right place. And they couldn't harm him. Of course, otherwise it would be very inefficient. It was a flight difficult to control with precision, but it did the job.

——

Sylvester felt like new.

It probably wasn't true that he had recovered everything he had lost just like that, without disadvantages, but perhaps feeling untouchable again was more important than reality. Naturally, he and Heather made their way through the ruined city without problems. Everything had happened too quickly, but reinforcements had already arrived. A small part of the syndicate's normal agents.

Cannon fodder, normally, but these monsters were nothing compared to the average Lunar Remnants. The problem was that they kept coming, but even a normal agent was trained to survive in this hell.

Which didn't mean that most or even any would survive, of course. Everything was different on paper than in reality.

Heather and he helped a few survive, at least for the moment, but they didn't stop too much.

They were heading towards Jonathan, or at least where they had left him, they had to start somewhere.

However, they encountered a group of three with strange clothes.

Antiquated.

Two women, one with daggers, another with some kind of staff.

And the third, a man with horns.

Earth, Wind and Fire, Part 10: END