The World We Do Not Know - 196 Caracus

“I was still unable to summon the divine power within it and couldn’t get it to accept me. Another failure like previous times. It used to shine bright, glittering divinely with golden colors along with radiating celestial energy, it’s incomparable power -while it is in the strong hands of Ares, but all the enchantment faded away and slowly lost it’s charm and power. It was no more than a normally wielded , cheap and dull sword in my hands. I wanted to gain that power of sword no matter what, it can make me strong I’m quite positive.”*

“Got it. ” Gus replies while he kept reminding himself that he needs to become stronger in order to be get chosen by the sword.

Ares and Gus continued the exhausting training for another five days. And after that specific time of strenuous bodily exercise Ares as a token of appreciation handed a book over to Gus which consisted of the teachings of Unholy Sword and inquired him about- to leave the warfield.

“It’s been five days already, if the enemies won’t show up until tomorrow we will head back to the village. So you go ahead of us now and forward the message to Mars.” Ares assigned a task to Gus who nodded at first.

“Ok. I will be waiting for you to teach me more Ares.” Gus took off with a smile yet with a hint of disappointment that Ares still doesn’t want him on the Warfield even when there is no enemy to fight, probably .

[Yawn]

“Guarding Caracus while they’re sleeping for five days straight is taking toll on all of us, isn’t it Ares? If it isn’t for you and your friends, we wouldn’t have gotten those 2-3 hrs of sleep.” Edward appreciates the work Ares and his soldiers did as to guard Caracus and letting the Villagers of Mindoro to take naps as well.

People from Mindoro slept for 2-3 hours while Ares and his party watched over them, to oogle for any peril. This shows the amount of hard work they had gone through to stay awake by going without sleep for days and be cautious at the same time rather than drowsy.

But If there is any chance for enemy to show up while they’re in this bad situation, the enemy might get an upperhand on the two villages effortlessly.

“Yes it is, I really want to go back to the village and sleep for a week straight ,haha.” Ares replies to Edward with a hint of playfulness half laughing and yawning.

“I really thank your village for not only guarding us but also for help rebuilding our village, Edward. And I see you guys will leave after tomorrow. If no enemy shows up until that time, let’s have a toast tomorrow then. Again I really want to thank you warmly for coming here to our help.” Nero chips with grateful eyes.

“No no let’s not do a toast ,haha. We agreed to help you so we are not going to accept anything in return. Let us all get along together for tonight. We will be leaving tomorrow evening anyway. ” Edward declines his frank offer with a smile.

“Ahh I see. Too bad… but It’s ok.” Nero replies crestfallen with a disappointed face and heads back.

[At night]

“Looks like some dark clouds are heading our way, we will get soaked haha. Let’s search for a hill to take shelter for tonight.” Edward’s looks up above the skies while commanding his units. Predicting a fierce storm at hand.

As Edward keeps watching, the sky seems to be lighting up slowly. He is confused as to why the sky seems to be burning up with anger. As he realises gradually he could see huge fire balls falling from the sky highly aimed. And they were bigger in size too as much as the size of a two combined cannon balls.

“Fuck it’s ENEMIES! Bring the barricades. We’re gonna get hit by Mortars!” Ares yelled loudly panicking for everyone to wake up from their slumber.

Suddenly the ground that everyone was sleeping began rumbling and shaking vigorously as soon as the cannon balls hit the shore of Caracus. The shockwave shook everyone who was deep into slumber. The cannon balls were leaving huge trenches wherever they made contact. Every warrior rushes to the scene with their barricades, shields and their weapons. No one is following the formation that they did on the first day. Every one was horrified and is standing at whatever location they found to stay rooted , they are standing together ready for a huge battle that is about to take place.

Two huge battle ships can be seen from the mist, slowly approaching towards Ares and the villagers. There will be at least five hundred soldiers in those both ships combined. Numbers wise, Caracus and Mindoro are a hundred more but the people in the battleships are elite soldiers, deadly trained with highly weaponry compared to normal villagers who were braced with ordinary ones.

Out of nowhere all of Mindoro villagers and Ares party is standing inside surrounded by Caracus warriors that rushes and positioned outside with the barricades and shields seeming to protect them from the enemies.

*”What is this uneasy feeling? Something is not right”* Ares keeps hesitating while trying to process what was happening in front of him.

Suddenly the barricades and shields which are supposed to protect them from the enemy attacks are turned inside. It’s like Caracus is not holding barricades to stop enemy, but holding it inside surrounding every villager of Mindoro as if they have made a cage of barricades with Mindoro inside.

What is this new turn of events when everything is already in chaos?

500 warriors of Caracus surrounded the puny 100 Mindoro villagers. As everyone from Mindoro is perplexed. An old guy with an evil smile walks towards this mob while his hands are crossed behind him as if he is pulling something. And literally behind him are the corpses of supporters and messengers who belonged to Mindoro Village being dragged down by Nero and the rest of the Caracus villagers.

Every villager standing inside the cage of barricades realised they were tricked!.They were betrayed and trapped “simply blinded by trust” and everyone lost hopes on their lives.

“WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING NEROO!” Ares shouts on the top of his lungs while watching the villagers who helped him, came to fight for him were now lying lifeless while Nero is laughing like a maniac- a madman.

The battleships were docked at the shore and a whole battalion of 500 soldiers are walking towards Ares and the handful of people, the sound of the movements of the cluster echoed like a thump of giant causing the ground to shake while reaching the party who was supposed to fight against them. The looks on the faces of the enemies filtered the arrogant smirks as if they had already won this battle, as though they had anticipated this would happen from the very beginning.

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“Oh Ares ! We’re supposed to do this on the very first day you lot has arrived. If it isn’t for you to make us aware of your overwhelming strength when my warriors visited Mindoro asking for aid in battle.”

“And if Mindoro didn’t show us that they are training villagers to wield weapons to fight us, this would have happened long before on the first day itself, heh.” Nero chuckles with cocky voice and groans at Ares and Mindoro like an eccentric.

Ares belong to the nation called Aztec, Aztec’s foe is Agartha. Both the Nations have been at war for more than a decade. The war being fought was not for resources or food. But for the war for power struggle, supremacy, democracy and religious feelings.

The soldiers from the battleships of Agartha have stationed at the shore and the captain of the two ships walks up to Nero with 10 soldiers following his lead, trailing behind like loyalists .

“We are almost done cleaning them here. It’s just like you said hahaha! They are weak when we make them guard us at nights for five days straight.” Nero narrates how he tricked them in order to pave way , to captain Zoilas who just arrived there with his jury .

It was all the plan of Zoilas from the start to send Caracus to Mindoro asking for help and drawing out wounded Ares to war along with the villagers of Mindoro sleeplessly guard Caracus at nights.

“The captain of their’s, is it Ares? I have been told by my higher ups to not take him lightly. But seeing him in this shape, we are ashamed that we brought an entire battalion of 500 soldiers and battleships to wipe him out.” Captain Zoilas chips while mocking at Ares’s current condition. And sarcastically eyeing him.

“Nero, please spare me. I have two daughters waiting for me at home, I will run away with my family. I won’t ever show up in front of you, please let me go.” Edward pleads Nero for mercy half yelling with a crying face, fear settling in heart while on his knees-begging.

“Hm, kids huh ? I can understand if you have a family but everyone here have a family of their own. Everyone would ask me to forgive them won’t they? Hah! hah! hah!. However, you are the best fighter in your village and I wanted to have you in my army since I first saw you. So let’s say, if you swear loyalty to me and help me slaughter Mindoro then I will consider letting you go. How’s it ?” Nero challenges to Edward testing his loyalty which was perhaps already lost somewhere.

Edward became confused as he rapidly have many thoughts crossing through his mind, many colors coming and fading on his face. He was being asked to kill his friends and family and burn the village he grew up in, but for him his life was also important. He wanted to see his daughters grow up, he wanted to provide them with a good living rather than leaving them alone for the rest of their lives in misery. So he made a very selfish decision to survive.

“I pledge you my loyalty, please let me fight with your soldiers and spare my life for that.” Edward surrenders lowering his head with eyes full of regrets. He shamelessly switched.

“Then prove it to me” Nero smiled evilly. “cut both of your thumbs from your hands, so you won’t be able to swing the sword you are known for and become an errand boy in my army for the rest of your life.” Nero orders Edward with the most psychotic look on his face as eyes bulge out in hunger for blood.

Edward is rained with insult one after another and he was treated like the most useless human and now he is asked to cut off his thumbs which means he can never hold the sword in his hands which he loved, growing up with.

“Edward don’t do it, you wanted to become a swordsman from your childhood. It was your ambition and dream to serve the village and protect it as it’s guard.”

“Please don’t do it Edward, it is better dying a honorable death than living such a plight.”

“Don’t give up your talent for such a life Edward.”

All the villagers of Mindoro started shouting to stop Edward and to make him realize what was right, in desperation.

For Edward however, watching over his two daughters growing up happily was more important than his dreams, he cuts off his thumbs wincing in pain while people continued telling him what was better. He shut their concerns and looks up at Nero with determination.

“Eehahaha, awesome Edward, you really wanna live badly don’t you hahaha. Ok you are free now. Let him out of those barricades.” Nero says with excitement as if this is the best entertainment he ever saw.

A narrow way opens up for Edward to walk out from the soldiers and Edward starts walking his way out slightly feeling happy that he is going to see his daughters from here on out. His thumbs are bleeding. It’s as if his heart had been crushed completely yet he felt happy because he was doing this for his family.

Nor does Ares say or do anything. Until last week, he hasn’t been able to move his limbs freely if it’s not for nanoresucts. Yet he kept pushing himself for the village. And now he is in even worse state with no sleep and high fever. He just keeps looking down helplessly and keeps breathing heavily.

A spear suddenly struck and pierces Edward’s Adams apple from the side and out of nowhere. Edward falls down to his knees hard on the ground going limbless. He couldn’t even prepare himself to die in this horrible way, but he seems to be still alive while his body whispers with all the blood gushing out

“The blood from your decapitated thumb has dirtied my shoes, so this is your punishment! DIE! you worthless piece of shit.” Gideon yells happily to the lifeless Edward on the ground. Gideon’s face clearly grimaced with disgust and everyone of Caracus and Agartha starts laughing loudly. The old man Nero never intended to let Edward go free, he just want to see him struggle like a fish without water and strangle while his heart was filled with hope to live.

“My wif….e and daughters..” Edward leaves his last breath while tears rolling off his eyes regretfully.

“Hahaha you deserve it you worthless scum!. I hate your village to the core of my body!. And don’t you worry about your wife. We will rape her over n over until she dies.” Nero yells with a most evil pedophile face as he licks his lips like some pervert was ready to catch their prey and at same time his eye balls are gauging out and his crooked teeth show up as he laugh insanely like a crazy person.

All the villagers are triggered instantly and rushes to the soldiers with their weapons. Albert and the rest also runs forward with rage filled faces. All the barricades are closed and the soldiers started to Pierce the flesh of villagers with the spears through the gaps between barricades. Mindoro people were getting slaughtered mercilessly.

One of the spear was shove into the gut of Ares, multiple spears pierces through Alex’s body as he tries to save Ares shielding him, and the same happens with every villager that are trapped in the barricades. The ground is soaked wet with blood like a sacrificial ritual is being taken place.

“Ahhhh! this is so fun to watch!. Now let’s go slaughter all of Mindoro and erase them from the island now!”. Nero orders his motive out loudly as his eyes glint dangerously flickering with hunger.