Blood Elf Monarch

421  Caerleon Battle 8

Despite everything, the war still continued on, with more and more corpses joining the sea of blood beneath their feet. Most of them had long been dry of blood, while their bodies and organs were torn off thanks to the endless stampede from those who were still trying to attain their victory.

No one could tell, which ones were the corpse of their enemies and which ones were their friends, as all the corpses has been ground up and turned into one in a massive sea of blood. Meanwhile in the air, two massive dragons kept on fighting, raging on and destroying the two spaceships trying to kill them.

The spaceship put up a valiant fight, as they tried to defensively maneuver around the dragons' attacks and use their cannons to wound them. However, their efforts were in vain, and one spaceship finally lost one of its wings. It immediately went down and crashed onto the already bloody ground, grinding those beneath it into a mass of flesh.

The two dragons were relentless, they didn't even give the spaceship an inch to try and attack.

Bammmm!

Explosion shook the place below as the first spaceship turned into bits of debris.

Right now, there were only one spaceship trying to fight of two mightily pissed-off dragons. The energy within the spaceship has long since depleted, thanks to their continuous use of attacks in attempts to wound the two dragons, yet their attempts ended up in vain, as they were just wasting energy without managing to wound any of the two dragons in a significant manner.

"Nora," Nara spoke to her friend from her mind, planning to launch the final blast.

"Understood."

The two dragons dashed in full speed to the remaining spaceship that struggled to stay in the air while charging their Jupiter Beam. Inside, the crew and pilots closed their eyes, ready for the collision that would send them into the afterlife. Yet, the two dragons merely hovered over them and stared for a bit.

Then, the two dragons took a sharp turn and grabbed the ship's wings with their talons, before kicking the ship in full strength towards the Chaotic Plains, where there were more Asgardians than protectors of Caerleon City.

Whoosh!

Boom! Kaboom!

A massive explosion shook the place, and plumes of pitch black smoke rose to cover the area. Those who only possessed ordinary human lungs were coughing thanks to the impure air making it a struggle to even breath.

"Good job, Nara, Nora," Tristan spoke using telepathy with the two dragon

Tristan then dashed forward, this time, he didn't want to watch from the sidelines and wait for the two Aesir to come where he stood and fight him with their terrifying magic. He also didn't want to waste time by playing around too much.

No matter how this looked like, this war was nothing but a prelude of the true final war.

Whoosh!

[Blood Synthesis]

Hundreds of projectiles, each the size of a marble, formed all around Tristan. Each sphere were nothing short of a terrifying, deadly weapon.

"Fire."

Splat! Splat! Splat!

The projectiles only rained forward, but it didn't immediately kill. Rather, they seeped into the wounds of the barbarians standing behind the Aesir. The small sphere rested within, like they were nothing but dust.

However, within a few seconds, Tristan has managed to activate all of them.

Boom!

Kaboom!

Pieces of destroyed bodies flew up in the air and all around them, followed by the sharp, metallic scent of burned blood and ash. Impure smoke from the small blood bombs wafted up to cover the battlefield and onto the planet's atmosphere.

The three Aesir who stood in front of the barbarian lines were thrown forward, only to land in a seemingly painful position. One of them sported a massive wound on their back, where only remains of burned skin, bone, and muscle could be seen.

"Argghhhh!"

"Still not enough."

Seeing the chance, Tristan decided to use it and dashed forward onto the massively wounded Aesir. Then, he swung his blood claymore down towards two of them.

Splat!

Their bodies were cleaved into two from their head down to their legs. Brain matter splattered onto the already wet ground, and their eyes were frozen in fear when they saw Tristan's eyes. That was the last thing they saw before they were sent to the afterlife.

"No!" Vali shouted, as he was the last remaining Aesir. His body trembled, while his face was splattered from the remains of his friends. The scent of the combined brain matter was unbearable.

The last remaining Aesir was shaken, but he has forgotten about his own safety, while Tristan walked closer to approach him. He stopped in front of the downed Aesir and stared at him without even turning his head.

"You have lost," Tristan spat, while he raised his claymore high up in the air. He was ready to kill the last remaining Aesir with all his strength.

"You damned elf," even knowing his life was on the line, Vali still refused to even consider bowing to the elf and begging for his own life. His hatred truly ran that deep.

Tristan wasn't the least bit insulted, as he had thought such a thing would happen. In the first place, he had never intended to give him mercy.

However…

Splat!

"Arghhhh!"

The claymore blade cut off both Vali's legs, turning his knees into stumps that kept on oozing blood. Both of his eyes widened and looked like they almost bulged out of their sockets. Meanwhile, as his mouth were frozen in a silent scream, his spit joined the stream of blood on the ground.

Not only that, Tristan raised his blade again and placed the tip right into the downed Aesir's shoulder. He then raised the corpse high, looked at the direction of the Chaotic Plains, and shouted at the barbarian soldiers still trying to attain victory.

"You all have been defeated! Surrender now or taste death!" Tristan shouted in a commanding voice, successfully causing the formerly noisy battlefield to still into silence. Even the orcs who were shouting all the while all could only stare at the sight.

The barbarians stared at the sight with fear, and their lips trembled as they saw the most hideous, sad sight they have ever witnessed.

It was to be expected, for their trump card, the strongest Aesir who came with them, has been beaten to an inch of his life. They know, the Aesir would only remain alive for a few more minutes at most.

"Retreat"

That one word was enough, and the barbarians immediately turned tail to save their lives. They didn't even wait for orders, nor do they care about the war anymore.

They have been thoroughly defeated.

Victory has fallen into the fighters of the Caerleon City and the strong Arcadian king.

"Long life the Monarch!" Scarr shouted in the orcs' language, followed by the raucous shouts from the elated orcs. They were clearly happy with their hard-won victory.

"Chiwiiik!"

Seeing the barbarians all run in fear was a sight for sore eyes.

Those who were trapped in the middle of the orcs and tried to save themselves ended up being sacrifices, as the orcs would never let them escape.

Splat!

Chiwiiik!

Tristan didn't care about them, all he cared about was the war has ended in his victory. Everything has fallen right into his plans, and the more deaths, the more blood he could obtain for the main war that was looming in front of him.

Remembering the upcoming war made Tristan unable to fully savor this victory. His arms trembled and his hands were balled into fists. The next war would be a more intense ordeal than this.

The battle of Carleon is over, more chapters are coming thank you

Avan