The purple lightning fall on the monster—nothing happened. It didn't even give a small wound to the monster. All the houses in the commoners' area were destroyed. Shattered into small pieces. The black moon, it was shameless. Gazing upon the view with it's ruthless smile which was not visible.
The dark blue sky, it was murderous. Giving the path to these monsters to come into this world.
The mighty sun, it was a scaredy cat, hiding behind those clouds to save itself and letting the people rot to death.
The rampages were all around the kingdom but despite that, not a single royal was wounded. Everyone of those were fine.
The monsters were trying to reach to them but they couldn't, why?
That was because, there was no path to their. All the birdges were burnt by the soldiers but the only one who could reach them, was the Butcher Of Souls.
Everyone of them were scared. It was not a night but a deadly moment. None was able to do anything against it.
Another strike came of the monster and Rodrigo stopped it using his spear.
Rodrigo was older than Ervis. He was in his 40s but currently the strongest in the whole kingdom. He had dark brown short hairs, dark brown eyes, pale skin color. He was wearing the full plate armor which shine surpassed the shining of the silver itself. His spear, one of the most sharpest in the whole kingdom. His heavy voice—enough to command an army.
He was the most skilled soldiers and the candidate to become the surpreme commander.
Dante, the strongest swordsman and the 2nd strongest in the whole kingdom. He was in his 20s.His yellow medium size hairs, yellow eyes, pale skin. He was the most handsome man in the whole kingdom. His charismatic voice was enough to make any women fall in love with him. His muscular body showed his strength. He too wore a full plate armor. His sword, it was considered the most sharpest weapon in the whole kingdom. He was the 2nd strongest in the whole kingdom and the candidate to be a surpreme commander.
Both Rodrigo and Dante had talents in their armor and weapon.
The monster punched with it's right fist, using all it's strength.
They knew that they could not stop this strike—there was no possible way.
Rodrigo was not considered the strongest because of his offensive skills alone, he carried a shield enfused with a talent, ultimate protection.
His defensive skills were the most greatest, able to block any strike.
It was time for Rodrigo to use it. He summoned his shield and it came out of the thin air in his left hand.
The punch of the monster came closer and he used all his strength and pour it inside the shield and created a layer of protection around him and blocked the strike.
It was a clash—clash of the two most mightiest being in the whole kingdom. Rodrigo's head started spinning—the pressure was too high.
He was doing his best to stop it but he was just getting pushed back.
Ervis and Dante, they grabbed Rodrigo's each shoulder and started helping him.
After few seconds, not only them but all the soldiers started helping them—still, not enough.
Dante, he saw an opportunity. He left the side of Rodrigo and jumped—jumped on the right hand of the monster and strike with his sword with all his might. His sword has the talent, unshakable might. No matter what was infront of it, it will never break, never back down, will cut down anything on it's path.
The sword striked the hand but the result? No, it was not good. The sword was only able to cut a hair on it's hand and nothing more.
Dante fell on the water, one of the biggest power house was gone to help them—though he was alive.
Everything which was happening, every monent, every action, every thoughts and every possibility, they were all against them. It was as if they wanted complete annihilation of them.
Rodrigo, he was carrying it all on his shoulders. It was as if he had the duty to protect them all—he considered himseld a true knight.
It was his time, time to die for his lord, for his king, he thought.
The monster pulled his punch back and Rodrigo, he said, "You filthy devil, fight me, fight me if you have the pride, fight me if your ego is greater than your hunger, fight me if your hunger is all you want to satisfy! ".
Rodrigo was giving an open challenge to the monster, he was playing a gamble in which the only thing he could lose or the only thing he could bet was his life.
The monster remained silent, still on a single place. The monster could not understand their language but it could feel the rage from Rodrigo. The rage was telling it that Rodrigo wanted to fight it.
The monster took few steps back, it's steps were like covering thousands of meters in one step.
The monster took back few steps and after that, stood still—awaiting for Rodrigo's presence.
Rodrigo called his lieutenant, he was in his 20s. His lieutenant placed his hand on the ground infront of him and a wooden bridge created itself, another talent.
It was the time, the time for a mighty battle against the Butcher and the hope.
Rodrigo walked through the bridge, everyone seeing his back—his responsibilities. Most of the soldiers were happy because they believed that Rodrigo could take the monster down. Even the royals do. But there was only Ervis and Dante, who came out of the water few seconds ago using his talent enfused in his armor, knew that Rodrigo was only walking towards his death.
The monster was drooling as if it was hungry was centuries. It's drool already drowned many houses in it.
Now Rodrigo was only standing few thousand meters away from the monster. Both of them were ready for the battle, for Rodrigo's death.
It was already around 3 in the morning. The time was passing on it's own pace but to the people of kingdom, every second felt like a century.
A growl came out of the mouth of the monster.
GHUGHHH!!!
The monster punched at Rodrigo and he used his speed and ran from that place to dodge it. His fist, it was big, very big.
Rodrigo changed the shape of his spear and made a battle axe and striked it's hand and no wound and Rodrigo's strike was deflected and because of the impact, he was pushed back.
How was he able to change the shape of his weapon? Shapeshift, another talent. It was a talent through which one could change the shape of it's weapon. Rodrigo's weapon had multiple talent.
The monster was holding back, as if it wanted to play with Rodrigo. The monster launched dozens of punches on Rodrigo and he knew that there was no way he coupd dodge them all.
He changed the shape of it's weapon into a Guandao and using the Unshakable Will, a protective talent made for armors, and his shield and the sturdiness of his weapon, he blocked all those strikes.
But how could that be possible? That was because the monster was holding back, it was just playing and Rodrigo knew that. Everyone were cheering for Rodrigo, they were screaming his, praying to their god to save them, to give Rodrigo the strength, the will power to slay down that titan, that devil.
After blocking dozens of strikes, it was time for Rodrigo to go offensive—there was no chance of winning while being passive.
Rodrigo looked above, towards it's face. It has the smile, the creepy smile one should never have after massacring millions.
The ground, it was fully stained and wet with blood. There were fleshes of those who were gone, blood of those who were sacrificed, intestines of those who became the prey to it's hunger, the emptiness of those who had hope, trust in their god but they were still not in this world.
Rodrigo was carrying all on his back, on his shoulders.
He screamed and swinged his weapon—currently in the shape of Guandao, in the air. A tornado made up of lava created and charged towards the monster with full speed. Another talent of his weapon, Magma Born.
Magma Born is a talent through which anyone could control lava.
The tornado was half the size of the monster, the monster striked it with just his bare left parm and it was gone. There was no tornado anymore, no damage to the monster.
It was a scene from a nightmare, it was living nightmare infront of them.
Ervis, Dante, Emily, and the king and his family looking at the scene from his palace, it looked like useless. It was just a way to die. Soldiers and royals, they still had hope in their strongest soldier, Rodrigo.
Rodrigo enchanced his weapon with the magma and charged at the monster with his full speed. The air resistance increased the sharpness of the weapon and the monster, it stood still, waiting for the strike.
He striked with all his might on the monster's right foot but what happened? Nothing, no wound.
When the sharpest weapon, the sword of Dante was not able to wound this monster, how can the 2nd sharpest weapon could wound it? There was no way. There was no light. There was no hope. There was no future. There was no tomorrow. There was no victory for them but the only thing there was, was their death.
All the catholics ran inside their chruches to pray to their god, their head touchiny the ground, they all were not prayiny—they were begging. Not for their family, not for their kingdom, not for their king, not for Rodrigo, but only for themself. Selfishness.
It is not wrong to have selfishness at these kinds of moment. We human, we are selfish from the day we are born. We want everything, just for ourself. We prioritize our happiness over others. Even if we are caring for others happiness, then that's because we feel happy when others do, we are indirectly doing it for ourself.
When a kid get good marks, his/her parents feel happy and so he/she do. Is he/she selfish? Yes, according to the meaning, yes, he/she is. Because when his/her parents feel happy, so they do.
Rodrigo blocked dozens of strikes and his nose started bleeding because every impact was greater than other, the toll increased with every punch.
He started feeling dizzy. Even the strongest in the kingdom was the weakest in front of the monster. Rodrigo had no control over his body.
A final punch came from the monster—unable to block, Rodrigo stood still on his position. The punch came closer and everyone and even Rodrigo saw his death.
But, for some reason, some how, it stopped. As if something forcefully stopped it, not letting it reach to Rodrigo. But what was it?
Rodrigo's and the monster's clashes continued for an hour and Rodrigo had to use his all talents for an hour continuously which exhausted his body pretty badly and that's why he was feeling dizzy, his nose bleeding, his head spinning.
But what stopped the final punch of the monster? The mighty, arrogant and wrathful sun. It was the time of dawn, the sun was slowly arriving in the world from behind the stained mountains. It's light, it was dim, but strong enough to make any monster sweat.
The monster pulled it's final punch back, it could feel like it's skin was burning, it's fur were catching fire, it could feel it.
It feared the sun, the gaze of the sun, the arrogant look of the sun. It turned back and ran with all it's might out of the kingdom to hide but how? It was so big to hide inside a forest.
There were two was for a monster of it's size to hide from the gaze of the sun. Number one was to jump into an ocean or a sea which can consume it totally and second one was to lay inside a dense forest and let it's skin burn slightly.
There was the Bay of Bisca in the northern border of this kingdom and Bay of Bisca is the part of the Atlantic Ocean.
If it reached to the depth of the ocean, it was possible for it to survive.
Rodrigo, he exhausted himself way too much, he was laying on the ground, fainted.
The catholics started thanking their god, as if their begging saved them, as if the god helped them.
The crimson gaze of the sun started falling but till than, the monster already reached to the depth.
Ervis and Dante passed through the bridge to Rodrigo, on who's face the crimson sun was gazing.
The kingdom, it was ruined pretty badly. Destruction everywhere, death everywhere, blood everywhere.
But the only good thing there was, was the screams of the people screaming in joy, in happiness because they were saved.
But who knows if the monster returned again? Who knows if something more terrifying came in future? Nobody, nobody knows that, because nobody has the power to see future!