Demigod

Everywhere you look at the destroyed buildings. Even the sturdiest buildings made of rare materials are in a ruined state. It's like a painting from hell.

The desperate cries of creatures whose bodies obscured the heavens were audible to every spectator who inadvertently passed by.

But there was something more surprising than the size of the screaming creatures. These are small, in comparison with the giants, let's call them that, people.

They wore armor strange by normal standards. In normal times, they would simply be called freaks, but brushed off their hands, forgetting about the existence of these people after a few minutes.

But is this possible in these circumstances?

Each of these people had completely black armor that did not reflect sunlight. The faces are tightly covered with a helmet of the same color, and only shining purple eyes can be seen through small slits.

On the belt of all people, as if one single dress code, black sheaths with purple patterns are attached. From one sight of them, the blood froze in the veins, and uncontrolled fear filled the unprepared heart.

And so, as one unit, the "Dark Knights" freed the blades. In the same second, a purple dragon soared into the sky, looking like a strong illusion.

"According to Lord Save's order, immediately punish criminals in the form of Demigods!" ordered a black knight standing out from the crowd, whose armor was decorated with purple symbols.

Following this order, the dragon came to life and soared into the heavens. There his body was divided into a hundred parts and as the embodiment of the heavenly punishment, the dragons descended on half-alive Demigods, as the unknown knight called them.

Then there were explosions of terrifying volume. The earth shook and countless cracks and craters appeared on it.

As for the Titans, and the Demigods, only a few survived the volley. And those who were disliked by the Goddess of Luck herself turned into ashes.

Among the surviving Demigods, of whom there was nothing left, was one outstanding. With a scarlet mane and red eyes, he was kneeling without both hands.

"Years are passing, the ashes of war are carried away by the wind ... but the feelings of men are always immortal," the black knight standing before the defeated Demigod said with some amusement in his voice, "You must understand this, Alexander."

The demigod, whose name was Alexander, lowered his head and looked at the little man. His red eyes shone and his lips curled in a smirk.

"You're right, yes, you're right... but the ashes of war will never go away. No matter how much we would like to, someday he will settle in foreign lands," his voice was firm and every breath shook the knight, "And these lands turned out to be the Pantheon of Demigods. How ironic."

"This is karma," the knight shook his head and pulled out his blade, whose purple glow dazzled the eye, "The demigods broke a lot of wood. But you're not a saint either. Your sins cannot be washed away even by death!"

The demigod looked at the sword in the hands of the knight. A black handle, pommeled in the form of a precious stone of purple color and a guard of dragon bone.

But even so, the blade stood out among everything.

"The bone of God..." muttered the Demigod, his eyes widening in unbelief.

"That's right! Ahh Only thanks to them were we able to defeat the arrogant Demigods who had forgotten in our own, pff, "greatness"!"

The last word was spoken with such barbs and sarcasm that the Demigod grimaced. But the knight did not pay attention to this and threw off his helmet with the pommel of the sword.

"You...", the Demigod opened his eyes widely, much wider than when he learned about the component of the sword.

"That's right, it's the Great Me! How long ago was our meeting?", the knight giggled vilely and waved the tip of the sword, which then changed color to purple, then to black.

The demigod fell silent, but this silence did not last long. He smirked snidely and shook his head.

"What? Are you sorry yet?" the knight asked irritably, seeing his facial expressions.

"Of course not. I just thought you were...", the demigod brought his face closer to the knight and... spit at him, "Pathetic."

"T-t-you-y-y!", the knight crouched and with a slight movement of the blade delivered at least five strokes, "Bastard!"

The Demigod's expression has not changed. With a smirk that felt more poisonous than the poison of the Gorgon Medusa, his head sank to the ground with a thud.

The lonely headless body remained on his knees, but there was not a drop of admiration in his posture.

"Bastard! Bastard! BA-S-T-A-R-D!!!" the knight cut Alexander's face with incredible aggression, but even so, his anger did not subside. Even when there was nothing left of his head but blood, the knight was still angry.

Soon the remaining Demigods were killed and the pantheon fell silent. The moment the enemy knights left the place, everything shrank into a round ball comparable to a baseball.

And then it evaporated. It's not clear why, and it's not clear how. Everything disappeared in an instant.

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White rays fell on the painfully dry lands of an unknown continent. For the next kilometer, no source or living thing was visible. Although, still creatures could be seen.

True, they were painfully strange. Tall as a one-year-old child and with disgusting green skin, disfigured by wounds and blisters. The eyes are red if you can call it that. Simply put, they did not have the concept of eyes.

Inside the eyelids, there was only redness, apparently blood. Their anatomy was different from that of humans.

It would seem that much more terrible and ugly than these monsters, but only a large "man" was worse than them. Five meters tall, spiral horns of black color, the same red "eyes". Red skin that looked more like scales and there was some fear of this creature.

And there were not one, not two, and not three. Hundreds, if not thousands!

This island, or the continent, was unusual. It is not clear what is how, but one thing that could be sure of is that there are no traces of human life here.

Explosions were heard in the distance, so strong that the ground trembled. It was possible to see the dust and the consequences of the explosion at a distance of one hundred kilometers.

The ugly "green-skinned children" began to hoot loudly, as if talking to each other. Despite the incomprehensible language, it was possible to understand that they were in a panic.

However, for some unknown reason, after long "conversations", they decided to run in that direction.

Even large creatures joined and as if under one sign ran in the direction of the explosion. And they saw a monstrous picture.

Mysterious people in white coats and masks, covering their faces, said a spell, while sacrificing the creatures that were described earlier! Lined up in the shape of a triangle, the three wizards, let's call them that, continuously moved their hands.

Naturally, the creatures were stunned and angry, so they immediately began to run to them, breaking their heads. Despite the great distance between them, this still caused panic in a group of strangers.

"Damn, the explosion attracted the Hell Goblins and the Blood Ogres! Quickly activate the spell to its full potential!" exclaimed one of the wizards in despair, urging the others to finish the spell.

"'There is!", in turn, the two wizards replied with obvious concern, but still complied with the request.

A triangular formation appeared under their feet that it glowed so brightly that in the future it could replace the Sun.

"Yes! We succeeded, a-ha-ha-ha!" exclaimed the wizard, calling for speeding up and starting to wave his hands.

"Wrong word. For now... our religion will be reborn!" another wizard replied in a loud voice and his mask slid down a bit.

But the third wizard was silent for some reason. He just stood, not moving and it seemed that even the currents of wind disappeared next to him.

"What's wrong with you, Yuri?" his colleague asked anxiously.

Yuri's body jerked slightly and fell to the ground. Instead, his mask slid off, revealing a view of the dried skin, yes the bones. Nothing in it fell under the "man" section.

Along with this, the formation faded.

The leader was concerned that Yuri had died suddenly and was exhausted. He took a step forward, but suddenly...

"E-... AGH!" the wizard leader wanted to say something, but a sudden stab in the back knocked a defenseless stranger to the ground.

His surviving colleague jumped away from the surprise and flinched when he saw that the monsters were very close.

"Damn, Andrew, help me already!" the leader shouted in despair as the Bloody Ogre with a huge spiked club marched towards him.

"I'm sorry, but that's all my authority. I can't kill him, you know?" he turned around with a slight sneer in his voice and ran.

"Bas-t-a-a- GHA-A-A!" followed first by a curse, and then by a plaintive cry.

The Bloody Ogre did not hold back and slammed the leader's back with all his might, drawing a shout out of him. The Hell Goblins also rushed to the aid of the Ogre, who gutted his body with shocking aggressiveness.

After that, only the remains and internal organs remained on the ground. And then the inexplicable happened.

The formation flashed a bright light, although the wizards were no longer pouring magical energy. In the wake of this, the monsters became enraged, starting to approach the formation in the hope of destroying it, but...

As soon as you approached a distance of fewer than five meters from the formation, white threads began to leave the center of the formation and penetrate the forehead of the nearest monsters.

In a second, their bodies turned into a semblance of Yuri's. From the bodies of unlucky monsters,

only a pathetic semblance of a corpse remained, which was no different from the dry earth.

The rest of the monsters, due to low intelligence, only became enraged with a new wave of rage and began to rapidly reduce the distance, but in the end, they suffered the same fate. Soon everything went quiet and only the dried corpses proved the possibility of struggle.

Suddenly, the white threads returned to the formation and began to form the body of a man whose height was about 172 cm. With each second, the silhouette acquired the profile of a young man with black hair, red eyes, and an incomprehensible aura.

"What an irony... the remnants of Bila Tserkva saved their enemy," said the young man, whose body was finally formed, "The truth ... one caveat, I'm naked..."

He sighed and took Yuri's clothes, except for his underwear. Looking around, the stranger scratched the back of his head and sighed.

"Of all the worlds, this ... ha-a-ah... "