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Liam absolutely breaks mentally seeing Elite Guard rank 2, his blood ran cold. Hair like mine, a deep, burning crimson that catches the light like fire. No T shirt, showing his physical body, those markings on his skin...
He went through the same process as me and that tattoo. There's no mistaking it.
His voice shutters as death looms in the atmosphere.
"He's like me. He's from the island."
No matter how far he travels across the world Liam simply cannot escape his "family", he cannot get away from his past.
Beside Elite Guard Rank 2 were his two lieutenants. They were holding huge bags each full of weapons. So many weapons.
Liam believes they entered this 800-meter radius without him even noticing, meaning all three of them concealed their presence that well. Not just his Elite Guard Rank 2, but his two lieutenants are top-tier fighters too.
Biting his lip Liam faces The Presidents Elite Guard rank 2, known as "Two" "The "Wielder of Two Thousand Blades. "
In an instant, Liam closes the distance again. His kick came fast and hard—blocked just in time by "Two's" staff. But Liam uses the rebound to his advantage, flipping midair into a devastating kick.
The staff like weapon blocks it once more, but the impact rattles Two's bones to the core. His feet crack the concrete below him, holding the weight. His expression shifts, grim realization dawning. Blocking this monster head-on isn't an option.
Two sidesteps the next blow and thrusted forward with his spear, Using his foresight however, He aborted mid-strike, leaping backward just as Liam's hand swung through the air, shattering the spear like glass.
"His physical stats? Are..."
"Yeah there inhuman. He's a monster. I've never seen anything like this." One of Two's liutenants commented shocked.
Two made a desperate attempt to retreat, but Liam's un-nerving hand shot forward like a predator, aiming straight for his neck. "Get that the fuck away from me wtf-" Two barely managed to dodge, leaving his guard wide open. In a flash, Liam got LOW.
Sweeping him off his feet immediately, refusing to grapple with an opponent wielding blades.
Liam's next blow was merciless. It was to end the fight.
Two tried to block it, but the sheer force shattered his weapon, the punch driving through the block and shattering his ribs into fragments.
Pain contorted his face, yet he didn't falter. Without missing a beat, a razor-sharp slice flashed across Liam's face, faster than he could see, cutting both eyes before two drove the blade into his skull.
Reflexively, Liam put his hand to the side of his head effectively blocking the lethal strike; however the blade thrusted through his palm into his skull rather easily, slightly damaging his brain.
For the first time, Liam chose to pull back, blood leaking out of his eyes, he removes the blade from his skull, he realises the stakes of engaging Two up close. Two backflipped gracefully, clutching his chest, his breaths ragged but somewhat controlled.
His lieutenants rushed forward, their concern evident as they offered their help.
"Fall back" Two calmly said, his lieutenants hesitating for only a heartbeat before obeying. In one fluid motion, he reaches into his pack of weapons, pulling free a chaotic arsenal—fourteen weapons, glinting in the light.
Liam surges forward, but more carefully this time. He had no choice, he was a close range fighter he couldn't win unless he went in. He noted the weight Two carries, dozens of weapons strapped to his body, some even tucked into his clothes he must be heavy this is my chance.
Yet Two moved even faster than before.
Two whips out a bizarre nunchaku-sword hybrid and swings it. Liam dodges narrowly.
AGAIN!
He swung even faster this time.
Liam dodged "again"
But the second swing extended farther than expected—Two pinching the blade's tip between his fingers to increase reach. The strike slashes across Liam's neck, blood spraying as he stumbles back.
Frustrated Liam backs off once again. Using his speed to his advantage he retreated.
Without pause, Two slams his staff into the ground, jumping on it and vaulting upward 38 feet into the air. Now midair, he released all his weapons into the air, stating.
"Moloch, Beseech me."
The atmosphere shifts.
Two catches all 14 falling weapons in a blur of motion, kicking, spinning, and throwing them with impossible coordination. Each blade embeds into the ground in perfect rhythm. When he lands, every limb is armed.
The time he landed.
The time he took to pick up all the weapons with his limbs.
And the time he took to attack Liam.
All happened in one motion.
Not even his Liutenants could see it.
Liam tries to react—but it's already over.
"Fire and Blood"
In a beautiful dance Elite Guard Rank 2 completes his technique—slicing through Liam with effortless precision.
Liam staggered to his feet, bloodied and pierced by countless weapons, yet stubbornly upright. His breathing was ragged, then he felt it.
OR rather the LACK OF FEELING.
He held onto his shoulder
TIGHTLY.
IF HE LET IT GO HIS ENTIRE ARM WOULD HAVE FALLEN OFF.
Elite Guard Rank 2 turned slowly, a short blade clenched between his teeth, his confidence however quickly disappeared in the wind.
"One of the 10 Great Weapons.
Weapon Number 3: "The Voice of God Was Activated."
The moment his eyes caught the sight above, the pretense shattered.
His two lieutenants were gone—vanished into the sky as if swallowed by the very air.
His gaze went upward, expecting sunlight—but ONLY FOUND BLACK.
The Sun was eaten.
An endless void stretching beyond perception.
A distant sound filled the silence, like a helicopter hovering, but no.
IT was a nightmare.
Hundreds of Thousands of insects, their wings beating in perfect, unnatural unison, buzzing.
"Sin of Sloth."
"Horseman Of Pestilence."
"Monarch of Madness."
A Dragon
From the darkness, Siegfreed emerged, unshaken, smiling crazily while coughing up blood slowly dying. They raised a hand, "You missed my heart. And now you must reap the benefits of your sin" Siegfreed commanded the swarm with terrifying calm.
"Ancient Art… Secret Technique: Locust Death Swarm."