A huge battle happened at the red kingdom.
Vashkrul tribe was in huge numbers and numbers and their Ruthless nature was in their strength.
The blue sky boiled with smoke and dust as the kinglucien stood at the gates of his shattered fortress, his blade gleaming in the dying light. His crown was dented, his armor smeared with blood, but his eyes burned with the fire of defiance.
At this point lucien knew that he had to prove himself in order to succeed as a king but he was nervous and also afraid but that nervousness slowly faded away as he looked at his wardens Renly and vishkron who were tearing through the horde of tribe easily.
From the gates of red kingdom infront, the tribe of vashkrul surged like a tide of nightmares , painted green faces, bone weapons, guttural war cries shaking the ground itself. Hundreds of them, ruthless and unrelenting, rushing forward with the fury of wolves that had tasted blood.
The king raised his sword, it's steel catching the last rays of the sun.
"Come," he roared, voice thundering over the battlefield.
The horde crashed against him. Axes shattered against his shield; axes screamed as they scraped across his blade. He carved through their ranks with terrifying precision, every strike a storm, every step a defiance of death itself.
But still they came. For every tribe warrior he cut down, two more leapt over the fallen, snarling like beasts. The king lucien's breath grew ragged, sweat and blood dripping down his face. Yet he fought on — not for survival, but for honor, for his people watching from behind the high walls.
The ground turned slick with blood. Bones cracked, firelight danced across the madness.
And then — in the heart of the chaos — the king lucien raised his blade high, the cry of a lone warrior echoing against the horde's countless voices.
One man.
One blade.
Against a sea of ruthless foes.
The outcome was uncertain, but in that moment, he was not a man. He was a storm.
He decided to use his divine lightning in that moment in which he was most expert. He quickly raised his blade and chanted "the God bless me, help me Protect the kingdom of war and let me use the light which is yours".
The scenery of battlefield changed quickly as several blue coloured lightning charged from his blade towards the horde which were running towards the higher area of red kingdom.
Lucien quickly enveloped himself into blue lightning and the lightning responded with respect and quickly covered his hands and face and his eyes which were beaming with blue lightning.
Vishkron looked at it from the right and smiled as he said "looks like our king is finally back".
Lucien moved like a storm Slashing through the horses of vashkrul with lightning, with each slash his blade carved arcs of blue fire, blinding the horde and shocking them until they were torn apart in hundreds of pieces.
He moved towards the horde as he was flying in air freely but several axes attacked him from the front and back but he quickly dodge and teleported towards top of one of the huts.
He ran and jumped towards the horde while he was in air and slammed his blade into the ground, the lightning quickly reached and Stromed towards the horde tearing them apart while they were crying in pain.
The old blood on his face was quickly wiped out but the new fresh blood kept on washing his face as he walked and danced towards the vashkrul tribe.
Vishkron saw that and looked for Renly who was standing just behind him killing several of horde with just his dual-headed mace.
Vishkron nodded towards Renly and said to him "we can do this, our king is back".
Renly nodded back as he killed two of the tribe warrior with his mace crushing the bones and skulls.
Vishkron was a man who only relied on his fists and brute force as he was a strong burly man with tall and full of muscles build.
Vishkron quickly teleported himself towards the horde and grabbed one of the warrior with his right hand and slammed him against the ground repeatedly until his brains smashed.
He grabbed another one in a quick succession and did the same thing while he saw a axe coming towards him. He quickly grabbed the axe and threw it against horde and it connected with one of the warrior's neck which spiced open like an apple.
He spun around the horde and kicked the warriors one by one in a front kick and a round kick.
He grabbed two of the warrior by their neck with both of his hands and applied pressure until his hands was filled with blood.
He laughed and said "let's show these bastards why our kingdom is called "the land of war".
He teleported to another one of the warrior and laughed as he looked at him. He then quickly slapped his face with pressure which made his head separated from his body.
He punched repeatedly towards the warrior in his stomach as it exploded and the warrior fell.
Now there were less than fifty of these warriors alive which was no sweat for any of them, even one of them could kill all of these with ease.
Vishkron was killing the horde with ease as he was punching his way through them with no mercy spared for them. At time, he would headbutt a warrior with force and at another time he would grab the warrior from his head and legs and tear him apart from the middle.
As all of three of them were killing vashkrul tribes easily, the remaining ones started to look at them with fear and disgusted looks.
The remaining twenty to twenty five warriors ran away through the gates hurriedly as they were gasping for air and running like they saw a demon.
The three of them looked at each other and laughed while they calmed down. All of their faces and armour were covered in fresh red blood.
Lucien calmed down as the blue lightning In his blade and eyes also vanished slowly.
Renly approached the king and said with a smile "I guess that's the perk of being a hell breaker, one can use divine lightning to it's fullest".
Lucien smiled as he said "lot's of people around the sumaka still don't know that I am hell breaker, they only know about Lancelot being one. Well I wish it stays that way, gives me a certain edge over them".
Vishkron rested as he sat on the floor which was filled with a pool of blood and looked at both with a smile and said in his deep voice "look's like we need to call "the moonroots" and ask them quickly to fix this mess".
"Renly and one another will go since Renly has knowledge of directions better than all of us ", lucien said with a hint of humour.
"If Lancelot feels better then he shall accompany me", Renly said casually.
Vishkron looked at the king and asked "why do you think they attacked us and that too again. I remember last time they were defeated as well and never came back again but why now of all the times?"
Lucien looked towards the broken black gate and said "that's what I want to know as well".
"They were doings of bhagdatta", a voice came from behind.
The three of them turned around and saw Lancelot walking still covered in white bandages all over his torso.
Lucien suddenly said in a concerned way "you really should have stayed inside and rested".
Lancelot shook his head while his right hand was still on his stomach as he was walking slowly.
Lancelot looked at all three of them and paused before saying,
"Bhagdatta and that bastard Soran is planning something big, they are continuously doing something again and again. First, the letters and then bhagdatta fighting me and then this tribe attacking suddenly. I have to kill both of them".