It took a snap of Noir's finger to release the kids while a small platoon of warriors in silver armor questioned them.

Quickly, the four horsemen ran towards the group, dashing towards the cross bearing troops as they lowered their weapons at the heroes.

"You must join the church to be trained as Templar and help us fight heretics."

They announced, the children looking at each other in confusion, not quite understanding what was going on at that moment.

"Why should we? We can take care of ourselves, and this place is all we need to fight Villains."

A guy on horseback stepped forward, looming over the boys and girls in their suits.

"A holy war is coming, and everyone not on our side will be against us. Thus, this is the time to join into the folds and become a real believer."

Some of the kids were intimidated, while others giggled.

"Foolish mortals, we hold a much darker force at bay." A guy in black robes announced, his eyes shining crimson as the shadows of everyone merged onto his body.

"And it seems you have awakened them"

The Grafter loved a good show, and thus the four horsemen took this moment to reveal themselves.

Quickly, the Hulk crushed a Templar, his blood fertilizing the ground as his corpse was absorbed into the construct, the hulk growing a little as more dead material joined its rotting form.

Behind him, the horsemen stood in line, gesticulating as they decided upon an all out attack.

"You claim to be holy, but your war ensures a place for you in Hell, Porta Gehenna!"

The runes formed around them, burned into the ground and drawing upon the magic in the previously spilled blood.

"You claim to be a protection to the faithful, yet you will be conquered the same as everyone else. Unterwerfen!"

A golden light washed over the Templar, a small part of their focus turned against them as they began to prepare their attacks.

"You claim to be better than us, and yet you are nothing but aging meat. Contagion!"

He quickly tore open his arm, splattering their opponents in his blood before he closed the wound again, the liquid sticking onto any skin it touched, while seeping into the smallest cracks in their frontliners armor.

"The dead want you among them, and thus you must join their legions!"

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Marc stated, no command uttered as the titan once again struck at the sacred warriors, their sword strikes and spells doing minimal damage as their every move was limited, unable to stop the titan from turning another man into paste, his blood joining the ritual circle while his remains were absorbed to further grow the golem.

It was at that moment that the first among their enemies began to escape, managing to escape as the golem punched the guy that used to be next to him.

Then, the Templar unleashed their combined power upon the hulking undead, destroying it and forcing their opponent into a more immediate fight. The following fight was a close one, the only reason both sides were evenly matched was the fact that both Noir and Marc had ample opportunity to hinder their opponents, boiling the fight down to a duel between conquest and the enemy knight, everyone else locked in a stalemate.

Two people equal in power, one striking from horseback and with divine power on his side, the other attacking from the ground and driven by his own determination to grind anyone opposing him into dust.

After an exchange of strikes, the knight distanced himself, sheathing his blade and taking a spear from his back, running towards conquest as fast as his horse allowed.

The air whistled though his armor as he approached, conquest readying his shield for the eventual contact.

It seemed as if the world slowed down, an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object, pure focus unleashed between them, no sound accompanying them as both flew to the ground, the horse running away as both drew a sword and a shield, circling each other as they began to charge their attacks once again.

It took quite a while for both to meet, everyone stopping their fights as they surrounded each other like Angels of war, every step calculated and perfectly executed.

The knight got into a slightly aggressive stance as his glow stopped increasing, his strike executed swiftly and decisively, shattering his opponent's shield as it was thrown up as a last defense. "Deus Vult!"

As steel splintered into their faces, Conquest utilized his opponent blinking for a simple hit, even drawing blood on the knight's cheek before he disengaged and started charging again.

"Do you feel the might of the horsemen of the apocalypse?"

He asked, blocking a swift strike from his opponent and countering by grabbing the other's shield.

"We are evenly matched, fighting you is an honor."

He exclaimed, quickly unleashing his focus to pull away the shield and throwing it into the group, both now dependent on their blade and skill alone.

The knight grinned at that and thrust his blade right into his Johan's side, finding a chink in his armor and grinning as he ripped his sword out.

"Sadly, it seems the heretics do have worthy fighters."

He turned around to talk to his people, only to find the other opponents slitting their throats and punching his man in the face, somehow leaving them stunned or dead within seconds before jumping away.

A red wall grew between him and his dying enemy, the blood in the ground feeding the ritual as Maws and claws tore him and his men to pieces over the course of an hour, the fresh blood barely enough to keep the ritual up as Noir went and healed Conquest, utilizing a nearby dying man to do so.

Once the ritual was completed the Knight remained, the corpses behind him no longer bleeding enough to fuel the ritual as the horsemen of conquest put his sword through the exhausted opponent.

"You really shouldn't trust those guys, they aren't honest unless you get them to sign a contract, and even then it's questionable."

He pulled his sword away, leaving his opponent to bleed out on the ground and not inspecting him.

Noir decided that to be a waste of resources and dragged the dying knight along on his way back, barely keeping the man alive through his magi. Marc helping him carry the man on their way home, everyone except for the conqueror having a big smile plastered on his face.

"I can't believe we are actually taking him hostage, he should die honorably."

The ensuing laughter was the creepiest thing he ever experienced, the others visibly amused by his statement.

"We are a necromancer, a warlock and a grafter, what makes you think they will be a hostage?"