The Nine Coloured Paragon - Chapter 19
Archaius was an exceedingly large sword, at around two meters in length and thirty centimeters wide it was a colossal weapon.
It was forged from a dark grey metal and had ancient, mysterious green glowing engravings.
As the warrior priests drew their swords, Archaius sent energy towards the other weapons, making them quiver in fear.
Little did Raziel know, the weapon he held, Archaius was the ancient Sword God, a treasure that could rival Erebus the Prince of Darkness.
All weapons submit before the might of the Sword God!
Swinging the titanic sword the leading warrior priest rolled to the side as another warrior priest encircled Raziel.
Two of the warrior priests remained behind, they raised their swords to the sky as they muttered some sort of prayers.
Raziel turned to the priest who had stepped forth lunging with the sword, the priest was taken completely by surprise not expecting Raziel to maneuver such a large sword with such finesse.
Raziel’s muscles rippled underneath his shirt as the half a ton greatsword pierced through a gap in the priests armour, severing his leg at the bone, Archaius slid through unimpeded until it crunched into the ground.
A spray of blood spattered the sword, slowly flowing into the engravings.
The luminous green inscribings turned red with the flow of blood causing the swords power to increase.
Raziel felt the sword lose its weight as the legless priest’s life was siphoned by the sword swiftly aging into a desecrated corpse.
The other priests continued praying while the remaining priest lurched forward without a change of expression.
Raziel jabbed the now weightless Archaius towards the center of the priest, but to Raziels surprise the priest didn’t dodge or block but ran directly onto the tip.
“Crunch”, the warrior priest impaled himself on the sword with a bloody and manic smile, he pushed the sword deeper and deeper, raising his sword he muttered “Praise be to the Gods.”.
The smiling priest swung down at Raziel with his dying breath, threatening to cleave Raziels head.
Raziel twisted his body cleaving it straight through the torso of the impaled man with immense force.
Seeing this the remaining two priests immersed in prayer finished, four golden lights shot down from the heavens.
“Dammit”, Raziel gritted his teeth.
Two of the golden lights hit the bodies of the dead and dying priests, slowly restoring their bodies.
Finally, the two priests who were praying received the golden lights with intoxicated expressions.
Their now glowing golden eyes glared at Archaius with avarice.
The white swords glowed with a golden tint.
Raziel understood they had received the blessing of the Gods.
This would be a truly difficult battle.
In space, as Jianyu saw the golden lights he laughed merrily.
“Good, the harder the fight the better the result.”
The two dead priests stood up, injuries healing at an ungodly pace.
The four vigorous warrior priests encircled Raziel.
He clutched his trusty greatsword as the four lunged towards him, he deflected the two empowered priests while the ones who had yet to recover from their injuries stabbed deep into his flesh.
“Grrgh”, Raziel grunted in pain.
The year on the battlefield, all those who had died, his father, Anna.
They flitted past his eyes as they became more and more red.
The injured priests withdrew their sword stabbing into Raziels body deeply once more, their eerie laughter was inaudible to Raziel as he was immersed in his grievances.
“Use your hatred, control it, make it your own. That is the only way to get revenge.”
A voice entered Raziels mind, he knew it was Jianyu.
Listening to Jianyu’s intruction, Raziels eyes clouded over entirely, deep inside his heart something snapped.
The injured priests had grown tired of stabbing at this point.
Raziels body was littered with coinslot-like wounds which often pierced right through his body, yet what sowed seeds of fear in their hearts was that Raziel was still standing.
His eyes glowed a feverish red as veins popped on his twisted face.
Raziels voice sounded out, akin to the approach of death, it was extremely haunting.
“Die.”
Raziel removed one hand from Archaius’ grip, he reached out grabbing one of the injured priests by the skull, his large hand crushed down with immense force.
“AHHHH- splsshhhhhhhhh.”, A blood curdling scream echoed through the forest as the priests head exploded like a watermelon.
The remaining three priests gazed at Raziel, a coldness seeping into their hearts as they gazed into his hate filled eyes.
The injured priest repeatedly stabbed into Raziels side, screaming manically “Die monster, be gone demon!”.
Raziels middle section was akin to minced meat at this stage but miraculously Raziel stood strong.
Twisting his body, he swung Archaius in one hand towards the two blessed priests whilst the other shot towards the injured priest.
The blessed priests blocked with their holy swords only to be slingshot into the woods behind them.
Raziel caught the injured priest by his nape lifting him up off the ground.
The priest gurgled out “Mnnnstrrr!”
With that said, Raziel tensed his hand with his newfound strength, a snap entered the ears of the remaining two priests, causing them to shiver.
The priests eyes popped out on strings as a spurt of blood landed on Raziels gruesome face.
Licking the blood from his cheek he smiled evilly.
“Worms, ants all are crushed beneath my foot.”
Casting aside the dead priest flew into the forest slaughtering the remaining two.
Once he did so, he collapsed into the foliage, a black aura covered his body like a blanket.
Archaius was stabbed into the ground beside him as it watched over, feeling overjoyed with itself.
Raziel had finally become worthy of wielding it plus it had accomplished its mission flawlessly.
A figure soon appeared in the skies, a beam of energy carrying the sword and man from the forest floor.
Jianyu beamed at the unconscious Raziel meanwhile Archaius condensed down becoming a hairpin under its master’s command, it tied up Jianyu’s fluttering hair.
They shot into space, shortly arriving at the Soft-Slaughter Sisterhood Manor.
Finding an empty room Raziel rested under the inquisitive gaze of Xiaoling.
“Father, why did you choose him?”
Jianyu smiled, leaning on the door frame, “Only time will tell.”
Xiaoling revealed a puzzled look, not questioning further.
***
In another area of space, a middle aged man flew at great speeds.
A torn and rag-like golden brocade covered his body, a blank zombie-like expression gracing his three coloured eyes.
“My daughter- daughter. Who is my daughter? Who am I?”, the middle aged man groaned out.
“Princess Rose, Trojius. Yes I remember, it’s all coming back now. Trojius must have rescued her, I sense her presence at his Palace! I… I am- Leonard. Leonard, Sword of the Omniverse, Guardian, Protector, Slave? I must kill Jianyu. Y-yes kill. Kill kill kill KILL.”
The crazed man shot through space towards Trojius’ residence, myriad expressions flitting across his face as he babbled on.
