A black blur sped within a hectic battlefield in the temple realm, spilling blood wherever it went. The battlefield consisted of dozens of Honorable Alliance youths, who were doing their best to team up against the black blur that was almost too fast for them to see.
However, the dozen mutilated corpses on the ground next to them revealed the success they were having in dealing with the blur; a blur who laughed maniacally as it savagely ripped apart the youths once by one.
“Gahhhh!”
An agonized cry of pain sounded out and was quickly silenced shortly after. The Honorable Alliance youths all turned towards the cry of pain, and saw another mutilated corpse on the ground beneath the feet of a black-skinned Monster Race youth.
The corpse belonged to a girl who wore a green dress, and had been a healer for the group. One of her arms had been ripped off, and a large chunk of flesh had been bitten out of her neck. Blood soaked the ground beneath her dead body, and also flowed down the smiling maw of Vargul Plaagoth, who was reveling in the feast he was currently having.
“So fresh…so delicious,” he said out loud, his voice beyond chilling. A look of ecstasy lingered on his face for a moment, before he flashed to the side, dodging a battle art that had arrived at his location.
Boom!
The ground exploded, while the one who had unleashed the battle art turned around with utmost haste, his eyes wide as he noticed the lethal danger behind him. However, it was too late, as Vargul’s speed was far too fast for him to react to. Vargul’s hand swiped sideways, his razor-sharp claws severing the head of the youth without resistance..
“Crowley!” an agonized cry boomed out from one of the other Honorable Alliance youths, who unleashed an attack towards Vargul, as did several others within the group.
“Die, you fucking monster!” the youth cried out as he watched the battle art explode on Vargul’s location, but his eyes widened as Vargul appeared directly before him in an instant, his yellow eyes staring directly into his own, as if peering into his soul.
Vargul’s mouth widened into a sinister smile, revealing his blood-soaked teeth, a sight that sent a wave of horrified fear down the youths spine. He knew he was as good as dead as Vargul’s hand reached him before he could react.
Peng!
A metallic sound rang out and sparks flew, not at all the sound of severing flesh the horrified youth had been expecting. A sword had appeared right next to his neck, which had blocked Vargul’s claw attack at the very last moment, and had knocked Vargul back as well.
The youth looked to the side, and saw that another human youth had appeared next to him, holding the sword that had saved his life. The youth had short brown hair, piercing gray eyes, and a handsome face that carried confidence that only peak geniuses had.
“Luth! It’s Luth Chaster!” one of the Honorable Alliance youths exclaimed, feeling a wave of pure elation wash through them. The strongest youth of the Honorable Alliance had arrived to help them.
“Leave,” Luth said without looking at the youths behind him. “The battle to come is not something any of you can help with.”
The youths opened their mouths to protest, as they wanted to avenge their fallen friends, but closed them quickly after. Luth was right, and they knew it. They were not strong enough to help him, and would only slow him down as he would have to protect them. The youths all nodded their heads and quickly left, retreating to a safe distance to watch the fight.
“So you’re Luth?” Vargul said as he eyed him up and down. Luth Chaster was the undisputed strongest youth of the Honorable Alliance, and was on a very short list of youths that even the geniuses of the enemy powers had to be wary of.
“I am, and I’m assuming you’re Vargul Plaagoth?” Luth replied, his eyes narrowed and expression cold. He had just arrived due to the sound of battle, and had seen the carnage strewn about the ground, igniting his fury.
“Hehehe, it seems like my name has spread far and wide throughout this realm…good,” Vargul replied, his wicked smile indicating that he was not fearful of Luth at all.
“And that name will cease to exist after today,” Luth replied coldly as his body flashed forward and his sword cleaved out towards Vargul. He was in no mood for discussion with such a loathsome creature, and only wished to slay it immediately.
Vargul’s smile widened as Luth arrived before him, and a black sword with a glowing purple strip on the interior appeared in his hand. He slashed his sword out to meet Luth’s sword, as a battle between two of the strongest youths in the entire realm broke out.
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At the outside entrance of the ancient temple, a group consisting of around a dozen youths arrived at the top of the stairs leading to the temple. They heard heated discussions and loud hangs up ahead, as if there was a fight between enemies going on.
“I told you, the strongest one was mine!” a rage-filled voice boomed out.
“Hahaha, be faster next time then,” a mocking voice followed afterwards.
“How about I kick your ass right now, and we’ll see if you can still act so tough before me!” the first voice boomed out again.
“Hahaha, bring it on,” the other voice replied.
The group finally reached the top, and three figures came into view, who turned around to look at the new arrivals. Below the three figures were the corpses of three Monster Race youths, with fresh blood flowing out of their gruesome wounds, clearly indicating they had just recently died.
The aura’s of the three figures exploded with power as they stared at the new arrivals, ready to do battle at a moments notice.
“Who are you? Are you with the enemy powers? If so, prepare to get beaten to death!” one of the boisterous youths exclaimed.
“Are you stupid? They’re clearly not enemies!” one of the other youths chastised as if the first who had spoken was stupid.
“How the hell do you know that?” the first youth protested.
“Because they’re too beautiful to be enemies, you idiot,” the second youth replied, mocking the first once again. “Well, all but the short one up front.”
“Who are you calling an idiot?” the first exclaimed with anger.
“I’m calling you an idiot, you idiot,” the second youth mocked once again.
Standing a short distance away, Miko and the Faeries looked on with stunned expressions as the three youths continued to argue amongst one another, their arguments getting heated to the point that a fight was clearly about to break out amongst themselves.
“I knew the Supreme Battle Sect was filled with nothing but brawn-brained idiots, but this is even beyond my expectations,” Miko’s voice drifted out. “It seems as though the braindead reputation of the Three Battle Gods is well deserved. Your sect should be called the Supreme Moron Sect instead.”
“What did you say?” all three exclaimed at the same time, their anger shifted towards Miko.
“Brat, do you want to get a beating?” one of the Battle Gods asked angrily.
“What’s the point in asking him? Let’s kick his ass, and see if he’s still so smug afterwards,” one of the other Battle Gods exclaimed.
“Sure, we can fight if that’s what you want,” Miko nodded his head in agreement, before turning to look at one of the Faeries next to him. “Can you please start digging three ditches. Oh, and we’ll need three gravestones as well, to honor these three soon-to-be dead morons.”