"Start" Imu said in his cold voice.
And just like that, all of them were gone.
One moment, the deck of the ship was full of the Cipher poll agents . But the next moment, it was become completely empty. They had disappeared so fast and so quietly, it was like they had never been there at all.
At the main port of the Fresta Kingdom the four revolutionary army's soldiers stood guard.
Their job was to watch the sea and make sure no one could escape from the island. They held their guns and doing their duty.
Suddenly, one of the soldiers stopped moving. A small hole no bigger than a coin appeared in the middle of his chest. He did not make any sound. He just fell to the ground like a broken doll.
Before the other three soldiers could even turn their heads it happened to them too.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Three more small holes appeared in their chests right where their heart was. They fell to the ground silently just like the first one.
A figure in a white suit and a mask appeared out of thin air and standing where the soldiers had been just a second ago. It was Rob Lucci. His finger was still pointed and ready to start at any moment. He looked at the four dead bodies on the ground for a second and his eyes was cold and uninterested.
Then he disappeared again moving deeper parts of the Fresta Kingdom.
A little further down the docks, five more revolutionary soldiers were on the patrols. They saw the four guards at the main port fall and they see strange man in the white suit. They raised their rifles to shoot at this strange man in the white suit.
But before they could pull their triggers, another figure landed on the docks right in front of them.
It was IMU.
He had stepped off his ship and appeared on the land in the blink of an eye.
The five soldiers did not hesitate to shoot. They all fired their guns at the same time. Five bullets flew through the air, heading straight towards IMU.
Imu just reached for the sword at his waist. There was a sound like a soft whisper as he drew the blade. He swung his sword one time and released a single perfect terrifying slash of black energy.
The slash was so fast, it was almost invisible.
It cut through the air and it cut through the five bullets splitting them all in half. But it did not stop there.
The black slash continued on and went right through the five soldiers.
For a second nothing happened. The soldiers stood there and their guns still pointing forward. Then in perfect unison the top halves of their bodies slid cleanly off their bottom halves and fell to the ground with a thud sound.
Imu looked at the bodies on the ground for a moment his red eyes showing indifference toward dead bodies.
Then he began to walk into the kingdom as calm as if he were just going for a morning walk. It looks like that for Imu it was just another Sunday.
Imu walked into the city of Fresta, and it was like a quiet, cold wind of death had come to town. The streets were mostly empty, as all the people were locked away in the factories and forges.
But there were still hundreds of puppet revolutionary soldiers standing guard their eyes cold and their guns held ready to strike at any moment.
They were not ready for Imu.
He walked down the main street. He did not react. He did not rush. He just walked.
A group of ten puppet soldiers saw him. Their mind was controlled by Imu's commands and saw him as an enemy who did not belong to this kingdom. They all raised their rifles to fired at him but before they could fire a bullet something unexpected happen.
Imu didn't even slow down. He didn't even draw his sword this time. He just lifted his finger and a wave of invisible power like a strong wind that no one could see washed over their bodies.
They all stopped their movement. They froze for a second then they all fell to the ground to sleep but this was a sleep they would never wake up from.
Imu had stopped their hearts with just a thought.
He kept walking. Everywhere he went, he brought death with him. He was like a farmer walking through a field who is harvesting wheat. But he was not harvesting wheat. He was harvesting the lives of the puppets that he had created.
It was completely useless.
Another group of soldiers blocked the street in front of him, all of them tried to firing their guns at once but before they could fire. Imu just sighed and he lifted his finger just like that all of them died on the spot.
Imu was not fighting. A fight is when both sides have a chance to win. This was not a fight. This was a cleanup.
He was simply cleaning his messy work which he did it in last 7 days.