The World We Do Not Know - 156 Ares is a Devil

“Uwahaha this is quite a surprise Ares, I was a little sad all this while that I couldn’t torment you the way I did to Edward hahaha.” Nero says arrogantly to Ares reminding him the insult as he stands behind with 30 of his warriors, 20 feet away.

Ares stops sobbing recalling about what he heard and saw. What has happened with Edward right in front of his eyes. He is scared of remembering those moments yet his memory flows back in-in a worse way. Tears keep falling off his sockets, he keeps trembling and grasping for air, in a panicking state.

“That greedy bastard asked us to spare his life for his wife and daughters hahaha, but no worries we will send them to where he is now.” Nero keeps adding salt to the injury and wounds.

The memories keeps flashing back in Ares’s head like images one after another of Edward and how he told Ares about his two daughters, the way he smiled, the way he was proud to see his daughters grow up, the way he cut his thumbs for them, the way he was laughed upon by the Caracus villagers and Zoilas and the reason he was killed for gets imprinted on his mind. It was all traumatic to Ares as he mourns louder with the helplessness his eyes which starts turning dark all of a sudden as his anger rises like an erupting volcano, about to burst with fire of hell.

“We will kill all of Mindoro, we will kill the children and infants! After killing the men in the village the women becomes our public property, uwhaha!” Nero laughs insanely as he kept shouting out his atrocious plans. While Ares remains rooted listening to him standing still as if he is about to unleash like a beast set free.

“We will ra*e them with different number of our men and make them bear our children! And later the child will grow up and kill their dirty mothers! Yesss! Yes this is a perfect plan to have our revenge…” Before he can finish his sentence, Nero gets interrupted while he was screaming out the sadistic ways of wiping out Mindoro with such a pleasing and pleasuring face.

Suddenly, a sword is in the face of Nero out of nowhere. His face is cut into half from his nose to the back of his head as if someone split half of his face with a slash of the sword.

“Ahhh~ such nice words from your mouth, but you’re not supposed to act psychotic in front of a real one ! ” Ares murmured with a really creepy smile while he kneels down on the badly butchered body of Nero.

“Such a nice person like you isn’t allowed to live in this world at all Nero.” Ares utters sarcastically with an evil grin and slowly shoves the tip of his sword down into Nero’s heart.

“Huh? Oh you miss your villagers and warriors? And who? Oh also the soldiers from battle ships? Aww~ it’s ok Nero I will send them… RIGHT BACK TO YOU!” An aggressive Ares with a rage filled expression on his face adds, his voice too changed completely more like the sound of a psychotic demon looking down upon this mere useless toys like people. His blood vessels are bulging from temples in rage as he keeps gritting his teeth, swaying the sword playfully.

All of the villagers and soldiers are in shock to see the abnormal behaviour of an average person like Ares, and nobody understood how he killed Nero who was 20ft away in between the thick cluster of soldiers in an instant.

Ares attached a red and a green stone onto one side of his sword handle calmly and he attaches another black stone on the other side of the handle and grips his katana tightly.

His katana seems to be vibrating vigorously. Only one person knew how big threat Ares became the very moment.

Zoilas clearly had fear engulfing his heart as black aura starts to radiate from Ares like a combination of Yin and Yang.

“No fucking person told me that he is the only black element user in the entire FUCKING WORLD .” Zoilas utters in disbelief as he stands there completely in shock.

“Warriors from Caracus, hurry and move away from him.” Zoilas yells at the small cluster of Caracus villagers on a small slope who surrounded Ares for killing their own chief.

“Move away? He will not be able to fight back if all of us attack him at once.” A warrior amongst them speaks “He will pay for his wrong doings.” In a proud and arrogant tone.

Ares calmly starts walking forward as the warriors around him aims their weapons at Ares yet hesitating to attack. “Sword arts – Iaido of the demon” Ares flicks his sword guard making the sword to draw out from the scabbard but immediately replacing it back in his scabbard before the blade of his sword is exposed.

Nobody understood what sort of technique it is, his sword didn’t even come out of his scabbard. Yet Ares seemed filled with air of confidence and with a smile curling from the corner of his mouth.

“Teleport.”  As Ares mumbles and it looks like he is about to take off, light and gentle cuts starts to appear above the bodies of the warriors around him. Cuts on this arms, chest, across the face… Nobody seems to swinging any sword. Yet more cuts were appearing on their bodies. Even though the cuts don’t seem deep the blood is creeping out enough to evoke panic in the warriors.

Ares teleports from warriors to the foot of the slopes and walks towards Zoilas and his army completely ignoring the cluster of warriors around . The cuts which seem not deep suddenly starts digging into their flesh and bones. As if the attack of Ares has an delayed effect. Within seconds all the warriors are cut down and becomes meat sack.

Maybe Zoilas knew this would happen hence he warned the warriors who were arrogant and did not heed his advice.

“It’s definitely the black elemental stone. How are we going to deal with him? No captain can maintain more than two elemental stones of different attributes in one device and yet –  He used three of them in one go !? That is a general class feat. He is a mere 20 year old captain of a naval ship.. how can he…”Zoilas muddled nervously while witnessing Ares striding towards his direction and the soldiers.

All the 1000 people soldiers of Zoilas and warriors from Caracus takes their positions in an order in front of Ares, aiming for his head.

“It is 1000 Vs 1. You better give your self up and surrender. I will make sure you will walk out of here alive.” Zoilas utters words of a cowardice to Ares.

“Uwahh!” Right after uttering big words Zoilas gets startled by the sudden start of his ship’s siren.

“So you think 1000 of you can stop me?” Ares is still walking towards the 1000 people with the same arrogant smile as his armour clacks against the wind.

Ares starts to cut down one soldier after another repeatedly in a really close combat, he cuts their necks, Pierces their hearts and decapitates their heads off their bodies without any emotion of mercy visible on his stone face. It is too graphic to even watch him and the gruesome bloodshed. He just seems to be moving at a very fast speed, he does not even seem to be swinging his sword against his enemies and yet the soldiers on either side of him are getting cut down by blades. Their limbs and their body parts flying above him like a blood shower as it rains down on him.

200 soldiers are down in a snap of 5 mins. Ares hands have been adorned with blisters yet he seems not to feel any pain.

“Give me my weapon! get our elites to back the Caracus villagers. Bring the snipers and push with the best fraggers we have. We are going to take him down!” Zoilas gives orders  to his soldiers in desperation as snake of fear crawls into his heart.

The elite snipers comes to the front, there are two types of sniper rifles, one is emitting purple color and the other is emitting green color, resulting of the purple and green elemental stones that are placed in their rifles.

The sniper rifle have two small turbo fans, one at the handle that they hold onto and other one at the middle near the stones.

“I got him locked in the scope, ready to fire at anytime!.” A soldier holding a purple colored rifle shouts out.

“Take the shot.” Zoilas says to the soldier. “HURRY!”

Suddenly the dark clouds from the sky starts to gather above the land sheltering Ares as he keeps moving in a flash. “Zap!!~” an astonishingly lightning with thunder bolt from the cloud emerges and hits Ares in a blink of an eye and hitting all the region which becomes misty with dust and turned black like charcoal carpet spread throughout.

The purple colored sniper rifle locks on to a target, when the trigger is pulled the purple stone forms a small cloud in the atmosphere through which a thunder bolt gets launched onto the person the gun is locked on to. And the green colored rifles manipulates air  by compressing and gives air bullets that are invisible and at a long range making them perfect guns for stealth kills.

The assault rifles on the other hand emits red color which packs a lot of destructive force, the size of the bullet to be fired is up to the wielder. You can shoot something of the size of a small magnet ball to the size of a cannon ball.

“It’s a hit!” The soldier shouts out proudly.

“Great… We got him for good” Zoilas starts to celebrate happily and his fears starts to settled down.

The dust clears out and everyone is ready to have a look at the burnt body of Ares. While is on his knees, though the attack was incomparably violent, the lightning didn’t just strike on his body but the electricity entered his flesh and bones burning his skin and evoking acute sharp pain to his bones. The burns leaves visible marks on Ares along with smoke.

“He is down! Fast! The archers finish him!”Zoilas face is lighted up, he rub his eyes in disbelief. The man who was going around like a crazy monster , slashing everything that comes in his way was down because of one lightning sniper? Great, this is his moment now for Zoilas.

The archers takes their positions and release arrows enhanced with green stones on the head of the arrow. These arrows are faster , the spin and trajectory is less compared to the real ones.

“Gasp~” Ares swings his sword powerfully when the arrows are close into his zone. All the arrows that were heading his way in a fast pace suddenly stopped in the mid air, they lost the momentum and their flight and just dropped down as if they lost their force. The strong gust release from the swing of Ares with his sword cancelled the momentum of the arrows.

*Clack~. * An arrow Pierces the flesh of Ares.

“How do you like it? Don’t underestimate me kid, I’m a captain myself.” There is a bow in the hand of Zoilas with three green stones.

A captain can handle stones of same attributes which boosts the power to greater lengths but stones of different attributes is not a feat that a captain class can pull off.

The bow Zoilas holding itself is shiney green in color and long with a steel like bow string and the green stones are situated at the front of the bow.

Ares eyes gets wider in surprise as Zoilas draws the empty  bow string as if he is about to release an arrow, small winds twirls like a very small cyclone forming near the bow and the bow’s string of Zoilas. The air takes the form of a solid arrow, an arrow of compressed and pressured air pierces Ares again and this time strongly.