Epic Of The Demonic Sage

Looking at the armor, Lucius found it to be decent. But unless he actually put it on the Lost there would be no way to know how good it actually was.

"Come here, Doyle. Put it on," Lucius ordered. 

"Eng!" Doyle walked ahead and looked at the various armor pieces.

He stayed there for a few seconds, seemingly thinking of something. Seeing this, Lucius raised his hand and placed it on Doyle's head before injecting a string of hell energy with the instructions.

Doyle's eyes glowed for a bit and he learned quickly. He picked up the chest piece first and opened it up. The chest piece was composed of the front plate and the backplate. He first pout on the backplate which was strapped on to his chest and then attached the front plate that hooked onto the backplate..

Then strapping in both the parts, they were linked completely. After this was done, he put on the boots and the gauntlets, which were relatively easy to put on as they simply needed to be hooked to the chest armor. 

Finally, he picked up the helmet from the box and slid it onto his head, hiding it completely.

A muffled sound was heard as Doyle turned around. The leather dampeners on the joints were doing their work, and the sound of metal hitting against metal was reduced. Thus, while the sound was not fully eliminated, one would not know that it was an armored warrior heading towards them.

It would serve as an additional factor that might give them an advantage in battle. After all, an unknown enemy was far more dangerous than a known one. 

Lucius looked at Doyle from all angles, to ensure that the armor was fitting perfectly and there was no chance of others finding out who the Lost were. Of course, the size of the lost was large than an average human, but this was still reasonable as there were many warriors that were taller and larger than the normal humans.

Plus, there were several gifts that made one increase their size, thus there were many excuses to their size. So far, Lucius did not have any Lost that were way bigger than what a human was, thus there was no problem.

But he knew in the future, if these Lost grew, they may reach gigantic heights and will definitely be considered inhuman. Of course, he did think of the solution and even had several of them ready in case he ever needed them.

But for now, this was enough. Plus, it was not as if all of the Lost he had were as big as Doyle. Jacob and three others, for example, were the size of normal humans. They were of a different type and also had gifts that were more focused on other aspects than just strength.

"Hmm… this looks good enough." Lucius said.

"Just good? Isn't this more close to perfect?" Kiana said while chuckling.

"I suppose so." Lucius nodded his head.

"It is certainly intimidating," Kiana said, looking at the Armored Lost.

"It should be even more intimidating when they show their power," Lucius said.

He thought for a bit more and decided to test out their mobility and power. He did several tests, all of which were satisfactory for him. It was safe to say he was smiling by the end of it and felt pleased.

Kiana looked on with a mix of shock and awe at the broken sparring dummies and crushed metal plates that were lying around in one of the empty rooms in the basement. Not only that, but there were even cracks on the floor and one could see the imprints of the footsteps taken on it.

"This is good," Lucius nodded his head.

"What do we do now?" Kiana questioned.

"Now? Now we get the rest ready." Lucius answered with a smirk.

Lucius quickly got to awakening the rest of the Lost and let them put on their armor. About an hour later, thirteen Armored Warriors were standing in front of Lucius, ready for anything. Four of the Lost were the height of a normal human, while six of them were two meters tall. Three of them were rather bulky and tall at the same time, but not as tall as the six taller ones.

"Now this looks good," Lucius said, feeling pleased looking at the small legion.

"Isn't this a bit small to call a legion?" Kiana asked.

A legion in the army on an average had about four thousand men in them. The Count who had the ranking of a colonel, and commanded about five legions on his own. 

"Well this is just the start. It will soon become a legion. After all, it is only us that knows how many people are in this. The others will only know of it as the Masked Legion, and they won't know more about its secrets.

As long as they hear the word legion, they will instinctively think they have more people. And since we will be adding more people to it anyway, the name will become accurate." Lucius explained.

"Hmm… that does make sense." Kiana muttered.

She couldn't help but imagine an entire legion descending on the battlefield. She had already seen the power of a single lost and knew that they were not less than a hundred men at once.

If there were thousands of them, they could possibly defeat an army that was over a hundred times bigger than them. Not to mention, if gifts were added to the fold, their power might increase even more.

Kiana was finally starting to understand what Lucius meant when he said about giving the criminals a chance for salvation. By serving him, they would be serving the people and protecting them

This was opposite to what they did when they were still normal humans. This was a far fitting fate for them than just a simple death by execution. Kiana was feeling a bit proud of Lucius as well now.