The World We Do Not Know - 198 Unexpected outpu

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 releases 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 have 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.

The weapons of soldiers and Captains are in different league. That is what differentiates a captain from his squadron, Ares bleeds as his chest is pierced with two arrows, he breathes heavily and stands still without moving a muscle in his body.

The dark clouds in the sky started to rumble in thunder as if the gods were angry, right on cue the rain begin to fall from the sky, small bands of rain drops felt warm to Ares as he gets drenched, it’s as if he is being hugged by the warmth of the heavens.

Zoilas draws his bow string back to shoot another one of his arrow.

*”Please hear my wish Ares, protect the village”*

*”My daughters can’t live a day without me, I will go back to them soon and there will be no further raids from Caracus, my daughters can have a peaceful life unlike me”*

*”You guys are our responsibility, we will go to war with you”*

Ares remembers the words of Alex and Edward and the villagers rushing back inside his ears as he is exhausted.

Zoilas shoots his arrow which pierced the rain drops in its way creating a path to itself into Ares.

“AARGH!!!” Ares’s whole body is filled with rage, his eyes turns red and he lets out a cry as he swings his sword that is emitting green colored light.

The power released from that one swing of Ares’s sword nullified the arrow that Zoilas shot, let alone the arrow the rain itself is delayed for a moment with  a very strong wind released from the spot Ares is standing.

“Sni… Snipers fast!” Zoilas shouts without wasting any moment.

Another shot of lightning sniper is fired at Ares. This time the lightning traveled from cloud to cloud gathering more electricity all concentrated at one spot, above Ares. The sniper and Zoilas instantly knew that this lightning from the steel dark clouds is 10 times more ,powerful than the previous one and they are assured this will be an overkill.

Ares removes the stones from his sword’s handgrip, which is covered in white cloth, the whole sword shines divinely as though the soul of sword is visible.

“God arts – Heaven’s Arsenal” Ares utters the words calmly as the lightning drops on him.

“God Arts – Heaven’s Arsenal.” Ares says with a calm and cocky voice.

“~~~!”

Without a warning a spear shaped thunderbolt as if it was made of a soul appears beside Ares and goes upwards piercing through the lightning made from sniper rifle, right above Ares in an instant. The huge lightning fired by the sniper is scattered throughtout the sky which was in wrath, to fragments and even the dark smoke like clouds in the sky were scoured like dust dispersion . It was an unimaginable power,  the spear is as powerful as the lightning bolt of Zeus, with enough energy to split up the earth.

It’s not over yet, the katana that Ares is holding seems to be shining brightly aming the bleak atmosphere while emitting pieces of soul fragments. Those soul fragments are taking the form of weapons, after a while the sword in Ares’s hand disappeared completely leaving an insane amount of weapons of every kind a spear, straight sword, trident, arrows, dagger, staff, bident which is a two-pronged version of trident, hammer, crescent axe, scythe, spiked cudgel, mace, Dacian Flax, club, javelin and many more other weapons around Ares. Glowing and aimed, seemed to be made of the soul of sword and are emitting heavenly aura as if the Gods granted Ares those gifts, bestowing their blessings in white radiance of divine weapons. It’s almost like all the weapons used by heaven’s guardian surrounded Ares assembling in a sphere like structure around him.

Zoilas is more than scared at his wit end. His pants are wet like he peed himself as he witnessed the power that resembled the Gods. -*”Wh- whaa- what i-i-n-in the world is this? Are all those weapons made of his spiritual power, all alone?”* Zoilas stuttered terrified as his mind tried to process out what he just saw.

“NOT EVEN THE FIVE STAR GENERAL WHO IS HAILED AS THE ONLY MORTAL THAT CAN RIVAL GODS, POSSESSED SUCH POWER!” Zoilas shouts loudly as he trembles and whimpers in fear acknowledging his end.

*Swoosh~~* all the weapons around Ares out of nowhere are released and are shot toward the soldiers at a very fast pace. The weapons travelled  piercing the air at an enormous speed like a huge storm of light sweeping away an entire city.

Before Zoilas could grab a hold of the situation , all the soldiers along with rest of Caracus villagers have been cut down, thrashed and decapitated like something invisible slaughtered them all. Zoilas is the only person now standing alive in the entirely vast stretched cemetery along with Ares.

Zoilas immediately runs towards Ares like a coward, without any pride he kneel and begs Ares to spare his life. The arrogant man ran for his life, turning from a lion into a mouse.

“Ares, Ares please I have a family. I never wanted to do this from the first. I was forced by the higher up’s I’m from Aztec not Agartha, really. I’m one of the ground support regiment. Please let me live Ares… please” Zoilas keep blabbering Ares all sort of excuses that came into his mind repeatedly, to make Ares take mercy on him, but Ares whose heart had completely turned into a blood pumping machine devoid of emotions,  gazes down upon Zoilas with a grin- dark expression and no emotion can be sense from him at that moment.

“Cut your neck off by yourself, it will be an easy death.” Ares mocks Zoilas as he did with Edward, without any trace of softness.

“You won’t get away with just this! you will know how big of a mistake you are doing! You don’t even know who is involved in this.” Zoilas threatens angrily once he was so sure of dying a horrible death, setting a symbol of terror for generations.

A spears runs down on the head of Zoilas from  his temple and comes out splitting his body into two. while he is on ground with a thump. “GoodBye” Ares says as he looks up at the sky, thinking about all the villagers and his friends that died here. And also the thought of soldiers crossed his mind that he killed mercilessly.

He looked sad as if he didn’t wanted to kill anybody, as they too had their own families.

*Meanwhile in Mindoro a couple of hours earlier*

“Mars! the skies rumbling and I definitely heard something big, I doubt a huge bomb is dropped at the shore in the direction of Edward and our men, the place they were camping at.” A guard from Mindoro wakes up Mars by jerking him ranting with a rather surprising news.

“Chiefff!!! Chieffff!!!!! I saw a blast , heavy smoke and I saw the trees and woods withering after the huge blast. Something wrong is definitely going down there. Let me go chief!” Gus who has run here worrisome requests to the already surprised Mars in paniced state.

“Guards! prepare for us to leave, gather all the men in the village, we’re gonna head out to our brothers and lend them a hand!” Mars commands his men of what they should be doing immediately.

It’s a panic in village. Every family of the warrior that went to assist Caracus along with Ares are in desperation to hear any news from them or to go along with Mars to see what had happened to their loved ones. Mars and the guards had to delay their departure to calm the villagers down.

The wife of Edward stares at the crimson moon while worrying about her husband while the two daughters laid sleeping in her arms soundly. The crimson moon is naturally defined as a sign of massacre in some places, a very bad omen. This makes her even more worried about the well-being of her husband.

“Chief I will be heading out first, I will be fast with my pulleys.” Gus says the words and heads out without stopping to listen to what Mars had to suggest .

“This kid, never listen to us! He is heading out in the dark without worrying about his own safety!” Mars shakes his head in frustration and yells at Gus and sets out to the shore of the battle following the lead of Gus.

*”I’m sure of it, Ares will win, he will be standing and protecting my villagers. Tanya, Albert and Alex used to make fun of me for worrying about Ares. And Yang would keep his grumpy face on and ask me about Tisha. Alrightyyy!! Ares, here I come.* Gus murmurs to himself , unsure of what was ahead of him while he is set on the way to the battle scene.

*”It’s now or never, it’s finally time for us to end our fued’s with Caracus. We will become brother in arms now, everything will be peaceful once tonight passes by.”* Mars thinks about the well being of his villagers and bonds with other villages while on his way not knowing what lies ahead of him.

*Coming back to the shore of battle in the present*

A group of 5 whips with a sharp spearheads tied to their tails suddenly pierces the flesh of Ares from the backside. The whips sprouted from his chest. Ares couldn’t help but notice how familiar the whips are to his eyes, It’s as if he knew the familiar weapon used many times before by someone who fought alongside him since he became the captain.