Planet Klartz, in a settlement which was now in a tattered state.
"What the hell is happening? Didn't they say that we had just spotted the enemy? Even the entire army marched to confront them, so why are the enemies suddenly attacking us here?" asked a bloodied man in a simple army suit to the soldier who was helping him stand.
They had received information about an invasion that was about to take place and had even prepared for it. The army had set off to prevent the enemies from coming close to densely populated areas. They simply did not have enough time to evacuate everyone, so only the upper class had been evacuated, while the civilians waited here in the cities, hoping for news from the army.
They were facing the Aesir. They had heard rumors about them—apparently, a race full of crazy warmongers, but very strong. They were low in numbers, but each of their soldiers was strong enough to fight and kill tens of theirs. But what really made the Aesir scary was not their army, but the beings called gods who led them...
"How the hell am I supposed to know that? Maybe the enemy somehow sneaked up and attacked from the rear..." replied the soldier, gasping and sweating as he lifted his comrade to safety. He then proceeded to shout, "Everyone, please group together and wait for orders! Maybe the enemy is attacking us!!" The desperation in his voice made it clear—this wasn't an order, but a plea...
Pity, few were left to hear him.
—Some time ago, at the boundaries of the Great Forest of Klateren—
A large camp of soldiers could be seen, with continuous patrolling and active war machines. Radars scanned for enemies. This was one of the large posts of the army, aiming to guard their world. They were not capable of guarding the whole world, but this was the region where the scouts of the enemies had first entered their world from. They could only hope that the attack would be from here so that they could fight back.
Their enemy was unpredictable. Their methods of transportation were strange... If they had come from mighty spaceships, it would've still been better than this. At least they could see them coming and prepare against it... but with the Aesir... for all they knew, they might just appear next to their capital and slaughter everyone...
Well, at least they had some luck. The Aesir were far too proud as warriors to ignore their army and just attack the defenseless ones. So yes, they were going to have a fight—and a fight they did have.
A massive pillar of rainbow-colored light fell, and there they were—the Aesir. But strangely enough, they did not attack.
"What a weak bunch of mongrels... Don't worry, gather your army, I would wait. Put on a good show at the very least," came a voice. It wasn't loud, but strangely, every single being at the camp heard it—even with all their alarms blaring at full capacity.
The voice was full of disdain, something which enraged them. But when they looked toward the speaker—a man, tall, muscular, handsome, royal-looking... they shuddered. No, it wasn't because of his looks. It was his aura. Just looking at him made every cell in their bodies scream. It was as if they were looking at some higher lifeform, as if they were betraying their very own lives by even thinking about fighting against him.
"Magnar... the God of Life, Creation, and Wisdom..." Admiral Wil Klar, the commander of this large outpost, muttered. His face was solemn, cold sweat all over his body. He had recognized the speaker—a rather infamous name, especially in the past few centuries...
Magnar, the invincible conqueror, they said. So strong that he could crush entire worlds with just his two hands. Sure, that might have been an exaggeration, but it still conveyed the fact that there were dozens—if not a hundred—worlds which had been massacred and conquered by the man... no, God... in front of him.
He was not like the soldiers, who did not know anything. He had many connections, and he knew about Magnar... He had thought of surrendering to the Aesir but was forced to fight here by his brother, Max Klar, the commander of all armies of Klartz. They were both descended from the Royal Family after all—losing would affect their interests the most.
"Call for reinforcements... inform my brother too... we need every single soldier, every weapon, everything our world has to offer... to have a chance of even putting up a fight against that being..." he sighed and said to his assistant, then fell back into his chair, hands clutching his head.
This was a disaster... but backing down wasn't an option either. He was going to die either way—why not let these soldiers die before him, trying to protect him? Maybe, just maybe, he somehow gets lucky and survives... Trying doesn't hurt, right? Who cares about the lives of these lowlife soldiers anyway...
---Back to Magnar---
'These nobles sure are interesting, aren't they, Raph?' Magnar was amused as he saw through the thoughts of Wil Klar... these little things had become his sources of entertainment...
He considered himself as someone pragmatic. He wasn't some saint, and he certainly did not despise wars—especially when those said wars were about him conquering more worlds...
But war takes its toll—on everyone, including him. He had killed many... far too many to even keep count... But he still wasn't addicted to it. He certainly wouldn't consider it a hobby or something enjoyable, but he didn't despise it either. He just found it troublesome and tiresome...
[Exactly 11.857 billion people have been killed by you, Master. And true, no matter the world, the stark difference between the ruling class and the ruled class is always the same. Makes you think of those people who believe everyone is equal as jokers, doesn't it?]
'Thanks for keeping a count, Raph, but don't inform it to me. I might just feel tempted to kill more people just to remove that decimal from there, and that would be unreasonable killing—and as you know, I dislike nothing more than unreasonable killing. And please, equality is a joke—you know it is.'
[It depends on what you consider as reasonable killing, Master~. Even the prospect of removing decimals from your kill count can be considered reasonable if you think about it.]
'I like the way you're thinking, Raph.'
[Of course you do. I am a part of your soul, after all.]
'Well, if you insist, let's take care of this army first. Then we can always make the numbers whole here...'
[Please, not like you weren't going to do it anyway.]
'That's irrelevant, isn't it?'
[Whatever you say, Master.]
We both shared a laugh, waiting for the enemy army to arrive.
Now, I wasn't giving them a chance to survive by gathering their strength—it's just that killing them one by one is much harder than killing them all at once...
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Alright, I know I was late.... very late in uploading this chapter, and am very sorry about it...
Had a sudden trip planned along with my cousins, and you know, I can't write while I am on vacation, so once again, sorry about that, expect extra chapters soon...