Chapter 125 [Bonus ] 125: Heed My Name [2]



"You descpicable vermin! How dare you kill the Queen's warriors!" A woman's sharp voice sounded, her face slightly familiar as Alexander watched her rush towards him on a giant scorpion.

"Fuck your slut queen; the only queen I acknowledge is the one that will become my woman," Alexander shouted to the woman; slowly, he began to lift the sword across his face, giving these exotic women's blood a taste before flicking his wrist as the blood sprayed onto the dusty sand.

He turned with the momentum from the swing and brought his foot down, planting a boot into an approaching woman's torso, sending her flying backwards, slamming into a group of other warriors.

'This wasn't my brightest plan... But I feel so alive!' Alex thought, as his bloody sword seemed to glow in the radiant sandy dunes.

"Come and get me!" With this last word, he charged forward with every ounce of strength inside of him. The crowd was already beginning to recover from his attack; they outnumbered him by over a thousand, and there wasn't any plan.

He was just angry at his weakness as their delicious blood began to pour onto his face, the strange feeling of his body becoming more robust as the white light poured into it.

As soon as he had made his charge, a roar went through the desert like fire, making its way up to where he stood; only seconds later, a fierce pair of scorpion pincers lunged towards him as they tore through the air reaching his body faster than he could blink.

Alex barely managed to lift Eien to block the blow; a brilliant spark burst from the blade as he flew across the desert, his face torn and ripped open by the gritty ground like someone was rubbing sandpaper along his face.

Alex rolled over, landing in a heap with the sand grinding against what little skin he had left; his face looked hideous with glowing red eyes, as the blood didn't seep from his wounds but began to sway around his body, as if under his command, like it was a faithful wife, waiting for her husband's affection. 

Thud!

His head cracked onto something hard but brittle - wood! As a strange laughter began to leave his lips; feeling dazed as the women rushed towards him, their arrows hailing down on him like the rain. 

'I hate the fucking rain! It reminds me of that night!'

"Yargh!"

Alexander's body seemed to explode with a barrier of blood, the little wife now obeying her husband's desire, like millions of small blades, hands and various objects, the blood from his wounds, from the women he killed, was under his subconscious control, crushing, breaking and blocking the wasteful shots of the exotic desert archers.

"Ahahahaaha! Amy~ I know you fucking stole my underwear; why did you break up with me the day before the end?!" 

The woman looked confused, as his words were irrelevant; what about stolen underwear? Why is this crazy bastard able to block their arrows with invisible power? 

Because they couldn't see the blood, nor the gentle faces that appeared, created of blood, there were nearly a dozen little blood sprites with beautiful faces, black eyes and cute little hairstyles entirely made of blood; their soft bodies clung to Alexander, as if praising their beloved god, kissing and worshipping him, should he get attacked their hands swayed making the blood form shields or missiles to protect him.

If he attacked, they flew into the sword, like swimming along the blade, transforming into deadly blood arcs that fired off with each of his attacks, but Alexander couldn't see them yet; he only just started seeing the blood their created for him, because of him, his desire was their reason to exist.

"The lord is bad!"

"Our master is returned!" 

"He is so handsome and cool~."

"I want to be grown up and have the lord pam-pam me too!"

"Hihihihih!"

"Shishishishi!"

"Kill the sluts!"

"Burn the whores!"

Like a choir of angels, the fairy's voices were magical, only the scorpion's eyes shrinking in terror as he sensed these entities far beyond his power, forcing the poor thing to suddenly go wild, breaking his slavery mark and tossing the woman who looked like Zilna into the air, as she landed face first in the dirt, with a crunch.

"Mother is calling!" 

"Mother?"

"Mama?"

Each of the fairies began to rub against the glowing blade like they were speaking to Eien; who was the Mother? Why were they helping Alexander?

Alexander watched the woman's ungrateful fall; he winced when her naked ass appeared as these women lacked the habit of wearing underwear as she slammed into the ground.

His body felt nothing towards her, only rushing forward, each step almost bouncing off the sandy floor, as Eien cut through the sand as if jealous of anything that touched Alexander was her enemy.

He twisted his hips, thrusting a leg forward to boot one of the women in her knee, the brutal crunch causing his lips to smile, as the horrific face caused the women to feel terror; no matter how much they attacked, he took their blades as if immortal, only to counter them, grabbing a girls hair, yanking her to the ground as her comrade's spears and swords penetrated her body.

With a sly smile, his body spun around, tossing her into the oncoming volle of arrows and sliced through the unprotected throats of the surrounding harlots, their painful cries, and spurting blood causing his body to feel unique, opening his mouth to savour their taste, the feeling of his body being drowned in flesh and blood as he tore through them like a lawnmower.

Alexander lunged forward, his body slowly beginning to feel the fatigue; despite the white aura healing him, his mind was working at maximum, despite the helpful blood barrier and strange blade arcs that would tear the women apart, ignoring their armour.

'I have no fucking clue what's going on! I feel so great... it's like my body is being caressed and kissed gently!'

His mind and body were exhausted as he reached the woman who was trying to get up, her nose twisted, bent in a strange direction and countless lacerations formed on her cheeks as the sand seemed to have ruined her former beauty as she looked at him with a wretched and angered look.

"Fucking bitch! You better die for ruining my beautiful features..." The woman spat venomously. She swung her sword around with all her strength, and her weapon collided with the invisible shield, splintering against it with a dull thud. 

Her fierce blow caused the blood to dissipate suddenly.

Unable to stop the powerful blow completely as Alexander's body reacted instantly; over a decade and a half of training as he smashed her smarmy little face with a right hook, the air screaming as if it was caught by surprise by his sudden attack,

A surge of pleasure and euphoria even filled his body as this bitches cheeks cracked from his blow, her soft cheeks deformed before he shattered her lower jaw with a brutal impact.

She fell to the ground again, gargling and choking as her lips and mouth began to vomit vast amounts of blood and fleshy mess. Her face became disgusting as her swollen eyes looked at him, "Y-you... are making a mistake! If you dare to kill me, you won't survive... The Queen is my lover... She won't let me die in vain! You filthy inferior male!"

"We are just the vanguard!!! Our main force will crush your filthy false Queen! abhorrent male!"

As his fist crushed her skull, Alex saw the tears running down her eyes and neck. He didn't care. 

His muscles ached like a man on the verge of dying; raising his foot and began to stomp on her skull, as the surrounding women seemed to have disappeared the moment this woman was wounded; he didn't care, taking out all of his worries and despair as his foot continued to quell her distorted wailing.

Then came silence as Alexander walked back, his body feeling lighter than usual, and his mind, like nothing was wrong.

"So... you're finally awake, my love." A stage voice, like a whisper, on the wind.

"Hmmm? What was that....?"

Alex wanted to investigate, but suddenly his body began to tremble, his feet like lead as the strange euphoria faded.

The strange blood that swirled around him seemed to take the form of cute little fairies or angels for a moment as his vision began to fall and eyelids became heavy as their adorable bodies started to envelop him, pushing on his back and legs as if to keep him moving before everything went back.

Instantly after Alexander started losing consciousness, his slash wounds, stab wounds and arrows that pierced through the blood barrier began to tear open; his muscles seemed to wither as his thick blood began to pour from his injuries. This time though, unlike before, his wounds weren't healed by the strange blood within his veins.

Instead, his entire body hurt like hell, like a cold knife was stabbed into his guts as he struggled to stand.

"Ugghh..." He groaned, lifting himself, his eyes falling upon the dead woman, her lifeless body lying still as if she had fallen asleep. Blood dripped from her crushed skull, horrific, as someone tossed her off a skyscraper. He turned away, only to see the entire desert was filled with corpses, their bodies slowly being torn apart and devoured by the heartless sands they called home.

"Ober fairies... can you take me back? I'm a little tired..." Alex mumbled in a dizzy voice.

A chorus of giggles sounded behind him, some calling him lord; he thought maybe one of his Vesta followed him in secret before everything went blank.

"So exciting!"

"Exciting!"

"Lord saw us!"

"Cute fairies!"

"Little Angels!"

If anyone had been at the scene, they would have seen a strange man; his steps were deformed and odd as he almost crawled through the desert like an undead monster and the eerie laughter and giggles that seemed to follow him around, like a spirit of death.

While the tiny fairies seemed to pull him along, a large hand created of blood, its figure and form crumbling like a waning wave crashing into the coast, as a soft voice sounded, just like before.

"My love~ I am waiting for you... They won't let me come to you... please... set me free; let's become whole again; this time, we won't fail!"

Suddenly the group of tiny fairies began to bite and attack the hand and woman as if they were enemies, like that bitch who Alexander's head crushed. Her voice seemed irritated as she swatted the fairies, their bodies exploding into blood splatters.