There were thousands of troops across the battlefield staring each other down, each with their own hopes and dreams, passions, the pure amount of hatred they had for each other could be felt from far away, one was dressed in golden clothing while the other was dressed in violet clothing, the two walked towards each other.
The blonde haired man whose hair resembled a lion with eyes which were filled with pride, arrogance and vigor shouted to the man dressed in violet armor with curly long hair “Malor'cas You and the rest of your kind shall die today!”
The curly haired man shot a glare towards the blonde haired man and said “This war could have been avoided Hero King, but you Humans forced our hands, first your army raided our villages but that wasn't enough for you all, you even had the nerve to kidnap our prince my baby brother!”
The blonde haired man only had a heavenly smile on his face and said “Oh is that so? As far as I'm aware your prince was kidnapped by slavers was he not? Therefore you Demons breached the alliance by attacking our capital first it is within our rights to attack back”
After the blonde man finished talking, the curly haired man nearly bite his tongue from the lies that the Hero King was feeding him.
“Bastard! There is no way that slavers could have those many resources and be that organized.”
”There's no point in talking with trash like you Humans, we will settle this with our blades.”
The blonde hair man laughed inside, then slowly walked towards his army.
In union they both shouted.
“All units charge!”
The violet colored troops circled their enemy to surround them, suddenly drops of water could be heard it got louder and louder into the sky turned red with thunder striking down everywhere. It was as if the gods themselves were angry, the violet colored troops circle was ruined dropping their morals leaving them open for the golden army to smash through them like a storm.
The curly haired man yelled.
“Don't panic! What would her majesty say if we lost to these humans? Would you all be able to face your families back home calling yourselves Knights of Soul North with this disgrace under your belts?”
“NO!”
The violet army morale became even more than it was originally, they pushed forward slaughtering any soldier that got in their path, victory was in their grasp.
“Hero King I challenge you to a duel! Even with the little honor you have left someone like you must know that as a Knight you can't refuse a duel between equals!”
The Blonde Lion was trapped between the enemy army, he only had 500 troops left compared to their 1600, to outsiders it seemed like the Hero King would have no chance left in winning this battle but he hasn't yet used his trump card.
“You must have gotten cocky Malor'cas to think you would even call yourself my equal, don't tell me you didn't notice.”
The curly haired man was confused by the Blonde Lions words.
“What do you mean Hero King? In terms of numbers mine far outnumbers yours, also in terms of sword skill I dare say we're close to equal.”
The Blonde Lion only laughed like a mad man and snapped his fingers.
Suddenly a little boy with smooth, silky, long black hair, and pale skin with glowing blood red eyes, a mask which covered his whole face expect his eyes and mouth, a long crimson horn that was shaped like a V, with a black robe that was covered with complete darkness and chains, appeared from within the army.
“This is what I meant, I won't even need to lift a finger to wipe out your whole army, my perfect weapon Mortimer show them what happens when you defy The Hero King!”
“Yes master.”
The boy took one step and instantly all the troops surrounding him lost sight of him only for him to reappear and take the life of hundreds, it was as though the boy was an angel of death when ever you looked into his eyes you could only see an endless amount of pain, despair, and hatred, their unique color drew you in when you would awake from your daze your head would all ready be separated from your shoulder.
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Black flames shot everywhere devouring anything it touched even allies all near him expect The Hero King and Malor'cas, feared this youngster who looked like he hasn't even turned 14.
This went on for another 5 minutes into he met his match, yes it was The Champion of The Soul North Knights Malor'cas.
“Why do you attack your own kind? Siding with those pieces of trash, better yet who taught you that fighting style?”
The boy remained silent only dashing forward overpowering his opponent, in terms of experience Malor'cas surpassed the youngster by a lot, even then it was hard for him to overcome his opponents unnatural strength and speed, the only thing he had to relie on was to parry, dodge, and block his opponent into he ran out of energy.
“Hmph how long are you going to act like a coward and run away is that all you Knights are good at? Fine if you won't attack me then I'll come to you full force”
The boy whose body which was covered in complete darkness before turned into a bloody, bright scarlet red color.
Malor'cas started getting hit more and more, he knew something had changed about his opponent, if he got hit anymore he would be finished, the only chance he had of winning was to use the ultimate technique taught to him by his mother and ruler.
The boy kicked towards his opponent, with sword slash after sword slash into he finally put all his might into his last strike intending to kill this man in one hit, Malor'cas closely watched the boy waiting for the chance to counter-attack.
The boy's sword fused into a mixture of darkness and fire magic aiming towards his opponent heart, it was then that Malor'cas turned his body left facing his opponent, turning his sword in a right bow stance, swinging his sword up with his back hand, performing an upper cut slash named Sun Strike.
The sword filled with golden light clashed with the unholy blade at the end of the exchange only one of them was left standing, the other was dead.
“Your blood lust was the reason of your defeat, If you didn't want to kill me so badly that you would risk leaving yourself wide open then maybe you would’ve been able to see I was using your attack power against you, that is the Sun Strike.”
In the distance you could hear a blonde haired man clapping his hands.
“As expected from the Knight of her majesty, so that is the famous Sun Strike the Demon clan is famous for.”
“What of it?”
“Speaking of clans, Truly a shame, if only I captured my slave a couple of years later maybe he would have learned the technique as well.”
“You can't mean?”
The curly haired man went towards the boy and removed the mask from his face.
“A slave device! My brother...how could I?”
“That's right hahahahahaha! You killed the very brother that you started this war for in the first place, this is why you'll never be my equal in..”
Before the blonde haired man could finish his speech, the curly haired man sent a sword strike which resembled a shock wave at him.
The blonde haired man deflected it in an instant.
“Enough talk bastard! I'll fucking kill you!”
To be continued.
FAQ: Is the Hero King MC? No it'll be revealed next chapter.
FAQ:Why did the big brother not know it was him when his brother name was said well, the name Hero King gave to him was a spin off of his real one, Jariel Mort.)
FAQ:Will the MC get a harem? Hm who knows.
FAQ:When will you update this story? When I feel like it mostly.
PS Mods if any of the cursing needs to be censored then feel free to.