(Previous chapter - Raikin and Karla have entered their transcended form. Gabriel deactivates Demon army's firepower.)
Top of the fortress
Markoth and Var fight on equal footing. Var even though on foot, manages to level the battlefield with his gruesome blood manipulation. Markoth cuts through the air, delivering decisive blows. Var manages to hold on. Markoth remarks,
"It seems your friends have found a way to deactivate our firepower. Matters not, as long as we higher ranks are still alive, Lucia will never escape our grasp."
Var cracks his neck and replied,
"That requirement can be met."
Markoth laughs hysterically,
"Ha ha ha....You guys really think you guys can beat us? The generals? let alone your leader beating our king."
Var replies as he conjured up his reaper's scythe,
"He is not my leader, but he will defeat your king!"
Markoth was a little bit disturbed by Var's confidence. He yells,
"Vajra's Arrow"
As he launches forward breaking the sound barrier boof. He knocks Var off the roof. Var falls off from the high fortress. Markoth remarked,
"So much arrogance, just to die a pitiful death. I have no time to waste, I must aid my king."
He rushes off to descend to the throne room------------Blood—both his and Var's—splattered down. He looked beneath and witnessed Var flying… Var commented,
"I knew you would rush to your precious king, once you deal with me. Too predictable."
He swirls Markoth around and throws him on the fortress. He softly lands as Markoth is struggling on the ground.
"Let's end this now...."
He raises his scythe to behead Markoth. Fsss fss fss A slurry of blades tear through Var. He looks confused. His eyes searched for Markoth. The latter who had already ascended up to the sky,
"Like I said, you cannot defeat us Generals. The outcome will be the same."
His wings turn metallic. Each feather become sharp blades. His eyes turn black same as the other two Generals. The battle escalates to the sky. Var spins around his Scythe, deflecting Markoth's sharp feathers. Markoth chants,
"Rule of the sky : Death Wheel."
He rotates at a high speed, charging at Var at the same time. Var tries to block him. His efforts in vain. Markoth's wings grinds onto Var's body. Blood splatters everywhere. Var hits the ground.
Markoth comments on Var's current situation,
"You fought well, your only mistake was trying to kill me. Us demons transcend to a powerful form, when we are at the brink of death. You should have just held me off till the rebellion was over."
Var coughs out blood yet he smiles. So devious even Markoth was intimidated. He took a step back.
"Well it seems like we both made a mistake. then."
Blood oozes out from everywhere. Var's eyes turn red. His frenzy state returned. He responds,
"I am glad you did this. This form is too powerful for me to contain. You'd be good training."
Markoth panics. He launches hordes and hordes of blades in attempt to finish Var quickly. Var calmly announced,
"Blood frenzy : Crimson Typhoon."
Flood of blood lying on the ground swirl around and covers Var. Blades stand no chance against such power. Markoth was rendered desperate. Var then concentrated all the blood into an army of arrows.
"Don't be surprised, 'General' there is more. Rage of Archers"
Var declared as all the arrows rushes towards Markoth, tearing him up. His wings shredded. He manages to regain his wings and tries to evade Var. But the arrows Var sent were embedded into the Markoth's wings. Var takes control of Markoth's wings. He toys with Markoth. Slams him into the ground. Drags him along the top, splitting open the entire ceiling.
Markoth struggles out of the rubble. With a strong will, he tears off both his wings.
"AAAGGGHHHHH!!!!!"
He writhed in pain as blood sprayed from his body.
Var remarked,
"That is a bold move. To give up your only advantage. In any other case I would have spared you, but as you said, as long as you guys are alive, this city will never be free."
Markoth looks at Var weak. He was curious. He asks,
"This isn't just a favour is it? You care for these people's freedom. Why? you don't even belong here."
Var looks at the sky. The red bloody cloud over his eyes cleared up for a moment.
"Because, no one should be forced to do anything. Everyone has free will. Because of tyrants like your king, they lose their dreams. Wish I could tell this to that monster back at the throne of Nytherra."
Markoth dropped his head down. Suddenly he yelled,
"My king is no Tyrant! My king deserves all he touches. I will emerge victorious even if it means my death...REASSAMBLE!!!"
All the wasted blades starts returning to Markoth in attempt to reform his wings. Var reacts quick, His eyes instantly turned fullred. He interrupted,
"Thanks for that...."
His blood traps all the blades. He conjures a whip covered in blades. He swings the whip around Markoth's neck. The blades impale into the Markoth's neck. With a cold, serious tone, Var spoke,
"The battle for freedom aside, there can only be one emperor for the skies. Right now, that throne is mine!"
He pulls the whip with sheer strength. The blades around his tear off his neck, beheading him in a cruel manner. Blood overflowed like a fountain.
Var emerged as the victor finally.
He looks over at the city, and wondered, I hope the others win their battle too. Only then will this city be liberated----------------THUMP His heart pounded intensely. He held his chest and fell to his knees. His vision grew blurry as he faints on the ground. The battle has been decided,
Battle on top of the fortress, Victor - Var'zek; Lord of the sky
Inside the fortress,
Blood enriched Executor and flame filled Feryx clash. Vendrick suddenly grows weak in his knees. Vendrick gasps,
"huhhh huhhh huhh, One of my generals has been defeated. What is this powerful force I am sensing? The bloodthirst of this powersource exceeds mine..."
Gauge mumbled to himself,
"So Var defeated someone powerful? That's good to know."
Vendrick breathes rapidly,
"Don't worry my son. I will avenge you!! He spread his wings and ascends up to the top. Gauge reacts quick. He used the firepower in his legs to dash against the palace walls. He runs vertically on the wall, his each step perching into it.
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