Chapter 20: Chapter-19: Arneol

"DO NOT FEAR; REMEMBER WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOUR FAMILY IF YOU DO NOT FIGHT. GET OFF YOUR HARROCK AND FIGHT. SWING YOUR SWORDS UNTIL YOU DIE, FOR THAT IS THE HONOR, FOR THAT IS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A KNIGHT. TODAY, WE SHALL ALL RISE AND TAKE THE GLORY. OR DIE."

All the soldiers cried in unison, and they all got off their Harrocks; the commanders' lies seemed to work. Aquilae felt proud of herself, for she did not kill the purple armor. Her genius brain already predicted this outcome. She smiled eye to eye. ‘She would be murdered if she killed them when they could not fight. Now she was an adversary who would give them an honourable death.’ What a ridiculous view. Whoever thought of this must be a bigger fool than these wannabe knights. Most likely, a king was trying to justify an unneeded war. 

"HAAA"

A soldier shouted as he brought down his broadsword, she watched until the last moment, then flicked her sword, cutting both his arms, and stepped aside as another one charged with his spear, trying to impale her. He missed, and she cut off his head. And continued that swing in a full arc, slicing the armless soldier in half. He screamed in fear. She felt no pity for them; Alenor drank Spirit’s blood. Her screams should have been heard by everything in the vicinity yet it did not waver them. 

A wall of arrows, with wind blades circling around them, fell from the sky. She charged her sword, and lines of depressed mint glow appeared on the sword like energy inside was trying to burst out. She swung it up, and a gust of wind rose and clashed with the arrows. Arrows blew away as if leaves caught in the wind. She channeled mana into her leg and flickered from her spot as a giant landed, creating a tremor in the rubble. In a blink, she was in between soldiers that were in the back. She circled her sword, creating an arc of glow, and all the soldiers around her fell to the ground, severed, blood spraying around. She moved away before blood got on her, then returned to the rubble to be evaluated. There were too many of them. She turned around and cut off the hands of the giant mace one. He cried as blood fell onto the ground. Time-consuming. She looked over at her aunt; Winny had created an illusion. These soldiers would not be able to see them. But nothing was too safe against mages. They were still the same as she had left them. Winny somehow looked sad. 

 "AAAAHHHHH!!"

The annoying sound of that soldier irked Aquilae. She swung her sword at his neck, a quick and easy death. He raised his half cut off hands to defend yet it did nothing as his hand along with his hand fell on the ground. This was getting repetitive. 

Aquilae’s eyes glowed, she saw little specks of mana, overwhelming of them were red. She wondered if they used arcane of sanctuary. Her grip on the sword tightened as specks started to glow brightly. ‘First tear’ She whispered, and specks transformed into reflective crystals, diamond-shaped, all across the soldiers. Visible to the naked eye. Soldiers stepped back from the crystals, bumping into each other, cursing each other, and demonstrating their inexperience. They tussled to get away from the crystals, creating unorganized chaos. 

Simple sword: A Thousand Mirroring Swings.  

 Aquilae swung her sword at the crystals in front of her, it glowed a depressed blue-green and released a slash, mirroring her own in front, and landed on the crystal around it. One by one, every crystal glowed, cutting down soldiers, some of them charged their swords with mana to parry the incoming slashes, yet the slashes continued without even registering them, cutting their swords along with them. Cutting away armors and weapons as if made of paper. Soldiers cried as they were butchered, and the whole place was lit up in dim green light. Blood splattered on the ground, on the crystals. Crystals broke, turning into specks of mana after one of the soldier rammed it with his spear. Crystal behind sliced apart the soldier. 

Her sword skill stopped in front of the commander, who stood on the bridge. One of the soldier’s heads rolled down to his feet. Once her sword skill died, all soldiers on this side were now on the ground, cut apart. Aquilae whistled as she looked at the bloody ground. It was a spectacle to see her spell work. She should charge the purple chicken for this view.

This time it felt so easy compared to last time she fought an army. She might have grown considerably stronger, or they might have been that much weaker. She walked like a cat, casually strolling through severed corpses, skipping organs and puddles of blood without her feet ever touching a single drop in this blood riddled ground. Straight towards the purple armor. To gloat in his face. He did not think she would be taken down that easily, did he? His mana flared like anything. Was he tense or angry? Perhaps, mana hardly ever represented true feelings. She stopped right in front of him, and his sword came crashing down on her head. She stepped aside and watched as the giant sword crushed the ground beneath. 

"You’re slow." She told him, matter-of-factly. and crushed his giant sword with her foot. It shattered like glass. And brought her sword down on his neck, stopping just before it met his armor. A Lantrol came howling from behind. one of the runaways from the initial slaughter. 

"And weak." She swung back her sword, killing the Lanthrol. 

"But killing you now would be a pain... get your army in order, I shall give you time… to make a worthwhile amusement ."

Aquilae kicked the purple chicken on the chest, hurling him through the bridge. Knights' armour were made of material to absorb shock, though it made them feel like kicking a ball. 

"UWOOOAHHH!"

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Well, another useless mass of mindless beast roared. Aquilae looked over… There stood a ten-meter-tall, grey-furred monstrosity. It has an uncountable number of eyes, mouths, and sniffling noses all over its body. Hunched back. Arneol, Lantrol but a thousand times more disgusting and feral. Aquilae dashed through the bridge; it would be foolish to let it come on this side. It revived itself from the dead bodies and revived each time stronger than before… Killing it would be troublesome with that many of them. She would kill it on the other side. 

Arneol meant a whisperer had sacrificed themselves and let their vengeful body be mated by Lanthrol. Whisperer’s spirit fused with Lanthrol and fused with other Lanthrol, forcefully, Giving birth to the mindless beast named Arneol. Named after the first in recorded history to perform such disgusting magic. Most loyal to their master, but that’s all that their sanity remained. Did it feel pain? It was mindless so it should not. Aquilae would find out in a few moments. 

"You’re faaar more revolting up close than afar."

"UuWOOOAH!!" His voice, filled with mana. Soldiers ran away from it. Good thing, she would not want them to die in cross fire, giving it more fuel to live off. 

Arneol charged towards her, using its uncountable number of centipede-like legs covered in the unnecessarily human-like faces of Lanthrols. Its whole body was covered in drool; Aquilae stepped aside as it ran towards her. She did not want a single drop of that thing on her clothes. She reached its backside. And channelled mana into the sword; it turned around and threw its giant boulder like hand covered in legions of Lanthrol claws. She dodged back, hurriedly. His hand landed right in front of her, giving her a view of those repulsive faces that were in his hand. She swung her mana bridled sword, cleaving through its hand. Blood sprayed, colouring the dead grass red. 

Arneol roared in rage as it threw its cleaved hands around. So it did experience pain.Aquilae withdrew back, to not get caught in its mindless fit. She circled around, to get an opening but it kept its face always towards her. After a bit of observation, she jumped toward its face. channelling mana into her leg to get momentum. Arneol brought his left hand in full swing towards her. Aquilae in a blink swung her sword’s flatside on the hand, throwing herself away from the Monstrosity. 

It was harder to fight this thing than she had anticipated. Not the strength part. That was easy… but not getting caught, especially its radical style of fighting. She didn't care about distance in general... but this thing was disgusting beyond words.Just the thought of being anywhere near that saliva riddled body made her shiver and feel nauseous. Its arm healed, returning back to its initial form, and its saliva shone in the sun. Blood dripped as well. 

"If they had used you from the start, I might never have arrived here." She did not know for sure… what were the conditions in which Alenor fought them? Her magic was unusually sharp, given the state of the bridge. 

Aquilae felt another surge of mana from where her aunt was. She turned and saw Alenor covered in blue flames of mana as she ran toward the chasm. Flames… She clenched her teeth. What was her aunt thinking?

Aquilae channelled mana into her sword, Lines of blue-green glow appeared on its surface, as if the aura inside it was trying to burst out. 

"Playtime is over, I guess." ‘Second Tear—Evercleaving Chains’ Aquilae whispered as she plunged her sword into the ground. The land beneath and the sky above Arneol glowed blue-green as the mist formed, and thousands of spearheads burst out, attached to chains, they looked like they were made of steel, shining.

One by one spearheads pierced through Arneol. Blood splattered on the ground as the spears burst through the other side, chain slithered through the monster’s body. It roared in agony, ear grating sound coming from all the mouths on his body, yet it was futile. Thousands of spearheads punctured its giant body as the melted back into the mist, and by the end, only a bloody mushed mass, held by uncountable chains, was left. 

“You’re still alive? I wonder if you can go insane from this pain. But, that I do not have time for, Leave.” Mist enveloped the chains and the body in it and then blew away with the wind. Leaving behind the bloody ground. Now, it was in a world far beyond humanity. Now, it was going to be impaled and shredded until even a single wisp of physical mass was not left, for that was her magic.

Aquilae pulled out her sword from the ground, her focus was on Alenor as she ran toward the chasm.

‘This girl.’ she said to herself, and she flickered towards her.