Death Games
Massacres

“Dodging!” peekkik Caprio on them.

And finally the figure hunted magma tail-tails jumped to avoid the attack except Horusca. He was still standing tall and building a gigantic wall of plants that were immeasurably thick.

However, a few moments later a striking sight appeared before him. Where, the walls of his plants were slowly hollowed out by the melting heat magic.

“I didn't think he'd be this great if he was crazy,” shrewd Horusca which is increasing the protective plants.

“Good! Shift his eyes!” Redena seemed happy with Horusca. But something beyond belief happened. The tail of magma that was originally hunting others was now focused entirely on the healing figure.

“Exposure!” caprio said excitedly.

Honey, things aren't as expected. The magma tail was spinning like a tornado that left them suffocating.

“Why is he this great? Though I thought he was a stupid top brass!” redena Ogat.

Horusca had no choice but to resurrect the walls of a giant, prison-like plant. However, his position was right in front of the three people he was treating. Although it looked like that, his principle of being their protector still lingered in his mind.

CRANG!”

The sound of the spiked chain belonging to the old man wrapped around Aza's body. The red aura that enveloped his weapon, instantly burned as soon as it came into contact with the prey. It was as if there was a strange scream that had been raised with its thorny whip.

“Grrr!” growled the monster while struggling.

Even at a time like this, the ground shook violently as the foreign man holding the twig-like iron stick twirled his weapon. The stick sheathed forward and suddenly split in all directions forming an iron flake that moved unusually.

Redena stared dumbstruckly at the ability of the alien figure who was quite striking at her magic. Like a tsunami wave. Hunting the prey and hit it with iron powder that somehow expanded in size.

The monster-like Aza Ergo's shout completely broke the atmosphere. The ground on the footing was getting hotter which invited the anxious gazes of several pairs of eyes.

Without waiting for a long time Horusca bit the thumb tip of his right hand and stomped his palm to the ground. I don't know what he sidetracked in a noiseless state, the plants around swayed violently like swept by a strong wind.

Suddenly, the surface of the ground covered with magma roots was overgrown with grass from ice.

“I-ini!” redena and Caprio almost simultaneously.

“The aroma, he's a chimera.” Izanami looked closely at the young man in front of him who had been growing ice thorns along Aza's root path.

“Elftraz (healer) nobility? What are they doing here?” the jet-black-haired old man looked fixedly at Horusca.

But, that shocking figure could only stare at the state of affairs in front of him. The skill he had just displayed, clearly drained a lot of his energy. Even half of his face that had turned into ice instantly returned to normal due to his perceived fatigue.

Himself, could only sit with an irritated look.

“Aware of stupid officials. This is beyond our agreement!” the red-haired young man finally. He who had fallen down could feel his hands shaking violently as a side effect due to his nurse just now.

In fact, the healing wall he created to treat the three people behind him had vanished because of it.

Caprio turned to Reve Nel Keres. “The wound has not fully recovered. But at least it won't put his life at risk.” He turned to the elftraz (healer) in front of him. “I don't think any of my people are here. But, noble level?” it was his words that made Izanami Forseti and the jet-black-haired old man glance at him.

But on the other hand, the snake-carrying youth who was unconscious due to the wounds on his body earlier, did not move at all. He was still lying on the ground behind Caprio.

Silent.

Cold, greeting into his consciousness. Suddenly the warmth of the blue flames raged fiercely before his eyes.

Yep. In front of the eyes of a small child who broke a clear crystal in vision because he looked at his surroundings. Bodies scattered, accompanied by pieces of the body scattered throughout the eye to see. Adorned with blood as a sign of heartbreaking.

“A-dad, I-mom, where are you?” call him with an irregular step considering the broken right leg was forced to be dragged away. “Daddy, Mother? Where are you guys?” repeated again.

Now, tears streaming down his cheeks started to enter his mouth.

“Dad, where is your mother? I-I'm scared here,” is sobbing. But there's no answer. Except for the blazing blue flames and the scent of blood that oozed violently in the smell.

CRAK UP!

The sound of his footsteps, accidentally stepping on the blue crystal shards on the ground. Then the boy fell silent at what was presented before his eyes.

A woman who was holding a baby girl was hugged. The back of the figure that the baby's mother thought was filled with burns.

But heartbreaking, because two long swords stuck in the neck and heart so that penetrated the baby's body embraced.

Tragically. It was as if there was not a single torso alive as long as the eyes looked at the nearby area. Except eventually some loud howling-like screams in a bloody incident far ahead broke the situation.

The shrill cry of a young man, the blasphemous sound of a weapon, the laughter bursting from a man, the cry of the woman, their tormented curse, the hope of anyone who is afraid, the hope of the, forgiveness for those who could not feel it, the curse of a mouth full of hatred, the cry of insanity, had reverberated far before the eyes of the little boy who looked at him. 

And he was increasingly unable to resist the tears scattered on his face. For a 9-year-old child this is a tragedy. Horrifying trauma along the flow of memories within his body.

Horrifically. How appalling. As if like a strange dance, the move clearly slaughtered those who became his spectacle. Accompanied by the satisfied laughter of the long-haired man who almost touched the land of his mane of beauty.

The mysterious tattoo on her forehead became the epitome of horror on her face painting. The hand swing that held the white sword, moving without a doubt cut off every inch of body it passed through.

A blue energy from lifeless bodies began to be sucked into the hilt of the ruby-stony sword of his charm.

Yep. All this madness, for the sake of feeding the living sword hungry for their souls.

“No matter what happens. Even if this is a tragedy, there must be someone continuing our line on this land,” whispered someone suddenly.

30-year-old woman but apparently almost middle-aged, half of her face has been destroyed unceremoniously. Wet eyes that are still intact in the vision, crying out in every speech.

“I-mom?”

“You must run. No matter what happens. Even if it's a tragedy, you have to live for us. I'm sorry, Son. Can't protect you anymore. I-Mom loves you very much. I will really always love you, I'm sorry I can't be with you anymore, I'm really sorry son, I'm sorry Mom,” she said as she broke into tears hugging her little son tightly.

Behind one of the palm that was painted with a spell, was touched tightly to his son's back. Slowly draining a warmth in the last seconds of waiting.

“SRAT!”

“I-mom?” the boy realized something had just rang nearby. Slowly the figure in front of him, began to drain blood in the area of his neck.

“H-hi-dup-lah,” his last murmur. And suddenly, the woman's head fell apart from her neck right before the eyes of the biological child she was holding.

“I don't think you ran away and hugged here instead. Mm? A little boy, huh? You think I'd be merciful to disgusting creatures like you?” he said it was full of hate.

“This will be your grave, son. Thank you, for my heirloom sword will be the god of death for a damned child like you.”

And finally the hand that held the white sword was swung right towards the boy's neck.

“Jangaaan!!”

DEG!