74 Deletus Maximus

Mark placed his hand on Drachenfels head and sucked all the mana in the air towards him. A whirlpool of pure mana flowed towards him as his body purified it for his use. And using the most purified energy he could make he filled his hands and eyes with it.

Golden flames burst over the now recovering Drachenfels and it combusted all around him. It might look like flames but it was just purified energy made using Mana. A great perk of the Mysterious heaven technique, purifying anything that he could use.

"AaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAARGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!SSssssshhhhhhhhtttooooooopppphhh iiiitttttt!!!!" Mark could see the pain slowly appear on the face of the guy but he did not let go, he had the head covered all around with pure energy as he did not want the soul of this f*cktard go away.

He planned on erasing him thoroughly, if before he could not do it as he just started his cultivation well now he could. As he had now developed his so called soul power making him able to sense the soul of this guy. He had realized this after he read his notifications the time he f*ck Neferata.

He could heal souls and he could contain them, thus he had his soul power act as a cage and burn this immortal soul. He already got what he wanted in this castle anyways and Be'lakor being here was just a bonus. He knew he could not kill that guy yet as he is connected to the four big honchos so he just yeeted him out the stratosphere.

Hoping he would fly out of orbit if his attacks were enough for the guy, it was then his senses picked up on incoming presences and one that was hiding on a cliff. Connecting his mind briefly to his pigeons as he burned this guy's soul he found that a group of large birds with Elves behind it were on the way and a small cloaked dwarf with a rifle on his back.

'Well shit, damn I still need many of the unconscious guys for experiments and stuff. It would be a shame if they execute them without a care for me and I really don't want to antagonize these Elves.' Mark thought fast and he looked at the screaming guy in his hands and felt that the elves were close enough.

"Constant Drachenfels, your sins have built fear and sleepless nights for the creatures of this Realm!! I hereby judge you with the holy flames of justice!! Repent and be purged!!" Mark held his cringe in as he said that while making himself appear imposing. The caked blood on him is still there as the golden flames were really not flames, but it did take out the things that stuck on his hair and face.

Putting the Helmet on his inventory he made the intensity of the pure energy surge more into the head of the dude. Mark could feel the resistance he had is starting to wane, it was then he also felt another group arrived on the path he had taken. But he did not mind, might be good publicity for him too.

Mark could hear the wings flapping as the Elves landed on the hill a bit far from him and felt he must improve his performance. Just as he was thinking the elves were now in conversation with themselves. They too were shocked as they saw that golden flame that is burning a man alive but their mind thought it was a spell of a bright wizard.

They did hear what the man earlier said which made them look at the screaming person who kept squirming on Mark's hands. It was then they saw a dwarf get down a cliff making them wary but the dwarf ignored them.

"My lord, I find this scene suspicious. Is the man on the person's hand really the Great Enchanter?" an elf whispered to the ear of the glade lord. The Glade lord also found the scene suspicious as the various things in the valley were like statues but with their trained eyes they could see them moving slowly.

"And what do you plan on doing if the man in question is not telling the truth?" The Glade Lord looked at his subordinate as he took the scene around him in detail. His words silence the whispering elves behind him as they were surprised of the scene around them. But the Glade Lord was observant he could tell there was a battle of two forces, one mostly undead and another mostly chaos.

The leader of the undead is self-explanatory but the forces of Chaos are not, the man in front of them exudes such holy aura. So he looked a bit more and could see that there was another front in the battle where a large circular clearing could be seen.

'Another army?' thought the Glade lord but shook his head, then placed his attention on the clearing that looked like it was pelted with thousands of arrows, also some weapons here and arrow heads were not undead or chaos made. But where is the other army, this confused the Glade Lord that he was not able to see the changed expressions of his men.

Unbeknownst to him the mask that Drachenfels wore fell down showing the face beneath as he was squirming. An Elven face, that of which was a familiar one, an Elven Noble who was thought to have been missing, also the uncle to the Hawk Rider besides their Glade Lord. This made the hawk Riders feel angry as they instinctively wanted to protect their kind.

The sound of arrows flying was all he heard before he turned his head in front seeing them flying towards the man within the golden flames. His eyes widened as he saw the face but his reaction was not to shoot his bow towards Mark but to stop them.

The Glade Lord who was missing was his friend and he knew he had died already as his soul connection with the Tree of Life has vanished. He also knew that the Great Enchanter takes the body of his victims as his own so he now understood who killed his old friend. But right now he wanted to stop the arrows of the Hawk Riders.

Inwardly he was cursing their impulsiveness, thinking that he should have gotten veterans to follow him. But since it was just a scouting mission it would be good training for the men. He just did not expect the battle here would already be over thus prompting him to look closer. He wanted to cast a wind wall spell but he was too late as the arrows landed on Mark that was caught unawares.

He was just about to increase all of the output to erase the soul once and for all but before he could start his performance a pain on the side of his chest was felt. This made him lose concentration making the golden energy disappear immediately in a moment.

'Shit!!' Mark flinched unconsciously at the pain he felt but he wanted to reach back to the head of Drachenfels. This was the only thing he knew how to erase this dude fully and if he escapes then he would have a hard time finding this guy. But fifteen thousand years of survival kicked in and a large blast of dark energies blasted in all directions as Drachenfels screamed like a banshee.

"SKKREEEEEAAAAAARGHH!!!"

'Shit is this an anime power up moment?!' Mark thought but as he was about to stand up but pain assaulted him again making him look at his ribs then at the elves that shot him. He was pissed, just as he was about to finish the guy these idiot shot him.

"Ya dumb twidly widleys what have ya done?!!" the dwarf ran towards Mark as he looked angry at the elves that just arrived. He helped Mark stand up and looked at the arrows that buried on his side. Mark looked at the elves in silent anger as he broke the shafts of four arrows.

"Speak carefully imp, this man is attacking my uncle-" before the elf in front could say more he received a solid slap from the Glade Lord.

"Your uncle is dead." That's all the Glade Lord said as he maneuvered his eagle back as the dark energies are now kicking up a storm. His words and the foul air made the elves sober from their state and understood they might have made a blunder.

"If you weren't my kind then I would have no problem executing you right now." The Glade Lord said as he looked at the being that was exuding such large amounts of dark energies. He could see a silhouette inside growing and enlarging as it started to become an abomination.

*BANG!!*

"I don't…" Mark's voice was heard as a revolver appeared on his hand and aimed at the one that shot first. His first shot only grazed the cheek of the elf so he readjusted his aim but before he could pull the trigger the Glade Lord stood in front of the elf.

"Please have mercy, these men just don't know the real situation and acted out of hand." The Glade Lord sweated as he had never heard of such weapons made by dwarves such as this. He could see the ammunition flew by but it was so fast he could not react.

"Move, an idiot need to learn that their brains are not useful so why keep it? Just move a bit to the right and I'll take that useless head of his…" Mark was angry as he could have never thought that Elven arrows are so good it was able to pierce his Titanium Alloy Armor. Beside him though that dwarf was looking intently at the small revolver and understood it was possible to put more bullets on a gun.

"Please my friend, there is another matter that needs our attention." The Glade Lord raised his hands as he felt angry at the men behind him. He was old enough to understand not to look down and be rash outside of Athel Loren, so he knew that Mark was the other leader of the third party that fought here.

"Well that would have been a matter not needing attention if that blockhead did not shoot me when I was burning the soul of that damned retch and please do not call me friend." Mark was so angry that he felt that he should ignore this Glade Lord in Front of him.

"We were wrong! I admit that but this beast is near complete and we could not afford to waste our time!" the Glade Lord felt panicked as he looked at the gigantic silhouette that was now starting to stand up. Whatever that thing is it was about the height of five grown men.

"Then what? Fight it together? I won't trust my back with idiot like those on your side!" Mark felt he would have a hard time trapping Drachenfels soul right now. If he wanted to do it then he would have to leave himself open, but that would be disastrous for Mark if he let these idiot elves support him.

He looked at the dwarf that was following his revolver with his eyes fervently. He placed his hand on the Bugman Ranger and looked him in the eyes.

"Listen to me Ranger, I feel an army south east of our direction and it would be likely the force of the dwarven friends coming to help. Run fast and run true, deliver my word and have them hurry to this place, tell you lord that I do not want you all to fight with me for this is one fight that I am needed…" Mark looked at the dwarf seriously as his wounds were now starting to heal and push out the arrow heads. Three minutes is all he needed to heal as he drove his cultivation manual to focus on his wounds.

"…I just hope your lord would help me capture these defeated foes of mine as prisoners and I will reward your lord. After this I too will give you a blessing if you fulfill this request of mine. Now go and run, may the blessing of wind bring you fast towards your kin." Mark injected a large amount of energy in the dwarf making him feel energized an active. The dwarf nodded and ran to where he passed by and discovered that his speed was even faster than a warhorse.

"By Grimnir's beard this is great! Hahahaha!!!" The dwarf ranger was so happy running that he did not see his beard parting in two and look like wings behind him as he ran. He also did not notice he left a golden blur behind him as he ran. He felt excited as he could feel his body seem better that when he was at his prime.

'A god! A real God! Even the magic of man could not affect dwarves like this at all!!' The dwarf was laughing foolishly as he left a golden trail running towards the southwest. The Elves watch this happen which made them slack jawed, they had never seen a dwarf that fast. They flinched as they saw Mark looking at them again.

Mark was still pissed off but he forgot about it and thought of how to make the annoying enemy in front of him be erased forever. He looked at the silhouette in the bursting dark energy, he wanted to disrupt the transformation but the outburst was too dangerous. Unless he could gather enough energy to counter it then he would be able to stop this.

But somehow to sheer luck that dude hit his kidney where a Meridian of his resided. This made his recovery slower and making him lose the large amount of mana he had gathered to burst open that head of Drachenfels. This made him more pissed off as he could not gather much until the meridian is repaired and healed properly.

This made him understand why those Xianxia Protagonist who seemed to have lost his legs and an arm able to rebuild their bodies but albeit slowly yet was not crippled. He had thought that maybe you could just break it then boom the other guy is crippled but it said on the manual he needed a special process to cripple someone.

So even if his meridian was hit it did not damage his cultivation, just slowed down as the arrow head stuck in. This arrow is also the one shot by that pesky elf, Mark stared at him hard as he seared his image to his brain. Maybe this was the world interfering as Drachenfels was supposed to be part of the End Times.

But Mark did not want that at all so he went and influences many in Brettonia in hopes the timeline is now in shambles. But it seems this guy has enough plot armors to luckily escape his grasp, Mark raised his chest plate a bit as he looked at the holes on his chain mail.

Slowly four arrow heads got pushed out and fell to the ground making the elves wide eyed at the arrowheads. Even the Glade Lord frowned as he had never heard of humans having this ability, trolls maybe but this guy is surely not a troll at all. It was then some beings that were paused by Mark started to recover.

Mark looked back at the battlefield where there are many 'statues' in slow motion. Feeling the fast circulation of his mana he smiled a bit, but he looked warily at the elves.

Mark's wary eyes made the Glade Lord sighed in regret as they had offended someone in mere minute of their arrival. And it was the wrong guy they had offended, that they unknowingly released the being they were supposed to stop. They were just supposed to scout so why did they gain an enmity from such a strong person.

"YOU HAVE MADE ME DESPERATE GODLING, TO THINK I WOULD ASK FOR STRENGTH TO THE ONES I LOOK DOWN UPON. HAHAHA!! HOW LOW HAVE I COME TO BE…. NOW YOU SHALL FEEL MY WRATH AND MY RAGE!! I WILL TAKE YOUR BODY AND MAKE IT MINE EVEN IF MY SOUL BE BOUND TO THE FORGE OF SOULS!!" The dark veil vanished as an entirely different being appeared, revealing a ten meter tall grey skinned monster with four draconic wings, two horns on each side of its head curving down and upwards.

Its legs are like of that of a beastman, he has three fingers on each hand and his eyes burn crimson as he stared at the people in front of it. His eyes locked at Mark who was staring at his form without any fear at all, he hated that look. He saw no fear nor was there any sign of terror that most would have when facing him, even the Glade Lord that was on the Large Eagle showing a face with fear.

He hated him, he hated Mark, not because of the absence of fear from him but more likely of the fear he felt when he was being burned. He felt death, real death that might not have any chance for him to come back to. He got desperate, he felt terror and for once he prayed, neither for salvation nor for strength. He prayed for survival and survival he got when the first sign of the golden flames burning him abated.

He had reached out to the four beings that he had looked down upon, his prayer had been heard by those he called uncouth and tasteless. He was angry, so angry at himself and towards Mark, years of no one being able to kill him made him think that not even the ruinous powers could take him.

So when he was trapped inside his head not being able to run away reminded him of primal fear. He feared so much that his arrogance and hubris were erased in mere moments that felt like centuries for him. His fear earned him humiliation, his humiliation has turned to rage and that rage now pointed towards one man. He had always believed he was the evil that would never be denied and rather than worship him they would fear him.

Fear, one thing he wanted others to felt he experienced so clearly, vividly that he now knew he would never achieve his delusion. From the moment this man in front of him appeared he was caught in a trance, he dreamed yet all that was there is to it, a dream. Unreachable, impossible and fictitious to his mind, blinded of the warnings given by the first Demon Prince. Denied the fact he was defeated again by a man, but his eyes knew he was no mere man.

He was more like that man turned god Sigmar, no he was way more than Sigmar. Sigmar was mortal at first and ascended to Godhood, but this man was immortal among the mortal world. He could tell how long a body would last if his soul takes it thus he knew from the start that Mark was ageless, never to die from the ravages of time. As he was taking in the change of his new body he heard a noise that came from the man he hated and feared.

"Haha…hahaha!!...Hahahaaha!!!!" Mark chuckled at first but slowly and steadily he blew out in full blown laughter. He laughed so much that is echoed all over the dreary mountain sides and all over the valley. Everybody paused as they looked at the man that laughed like there was nobody around him at all.

"Hahahaha!! You asked for power from the very beings you despised!! Hahaha!! Oh Great Enchanter you have fallen so much hahaha!! I find it funny that in all your over fifteen thousand years of existence you always called the four ruinous God to be beneath you but now you had to ask them to save yourself! Haha…" Mark gave out a very amused laugh as he looked at the being in front of him.

"I always thought you would be an obstacle to the plans I have in stopping those four from destroying this mortal plane but now you have become their minion, now I would have nothing to fear." Mark knew that once the Great Enchanter asked for power his soul is now tied to the Chaos Gods who would never release him. He too knew that those four always found this guy amusing thus left him in his own delusions of grandeur.

"I pity your soul Constant Drachenfels, you survived all of those years and for what? To be a slave to those you look down upon, quite ironic isn't it? You always have looked down upon everything and your hubris has led you to me. First you take for granted thinking you could take my body, then you repeat the same thing just because you are in the castle you built and now you shall watch it all burn into ashes." Mark pulled out a remote and pressed the red button.

*BOOM!!*

*BANG!*

*BOOM!*

*CRUMBLE!!*

The castle behind them which had rigged by explosives started to crumble before all those present. One thing he did before going out to beat the shit out of Drachenfels was to leave his carriage inside and called out the vampires and the muscle squad(Torgu, Minotaurs, Ogres and the Troll). He had them gather all the ones inside the dungeon laboratory to place on an isolated space on his backyard.

He did not want them to cause trouble so the gathered all victims up in one place, but for those needing extensive and emergency treatment then the vampires would handle them. Mark had seen then sneak out towards the mountain behind the castle earlier so he just needed to recover fully before breaking this dudes face.

*Beep*

*Whirl*

The omnitrix beep making Mark smile as he was now completely healed while using talk-no-jutsu Emotional damage edition. It wasn't until he saw the carriage far enough then he pressed the button to wreck thing inside, he did have the vampires leave some specimens that could not be brought back. Like the various abominations and Skaven inside and speak of the devil he shall appear.

*Roar!*

*Skraa!!*

A Bulky mutated Rat ran out first along with various chimeras that were experiments of the Great Enchanter. Who turned was stunned at the explosions happening behind him. His Castle, thousands of years' worth of magical tomes and scroll that he had gathered. His collections and trophies in various places he had brought terror now turning into ash as the fires of destruction engulf the castle.

The Elves were stunned too that they drew back with their Hawks and Eagle away as they saw the various monstrosities that crawl out of the place. But more importantly they were silenced as they had never seen such magic this potent before. One spell that could doom a whole castle making the large solid walls look like rotten wood splintered by a large hammer.

The elf that shot Mark paled as he regretted acting out of place as he let his emotions drive him to do that stupid action of his. Mark saw their faces and nodded, this was a bonus effect as he only wanted to blow this place up after finishing here.

He could see his carriage from afar the mountain looking over the valley, he could see that he now has extra audience which includes a group of adventurers watching from the cave on the cliff side he passed through.

Mark stood there as he watched a lot of experiments of Drachenfels ran towards him and started attacking him all over. The small ones bit and scratched on his feet while the larger ones pounced on him as they clawed him and pounded his body with any appendage they can use.

"Graghh!! You bunch of pest! I made you and you dare raise you claws against me?! Die! Die! Die!" Drachenfels was swarmed as Mark was thinking how could so much beings existed under that place. He looked around and the Elves somehow started fighting the undead that were under Drachenfels' control.

But somehow the Chaos forces that were now able to move did not help at all. They looked confused as they looked at Drachenfels, those tranquilized still unmoving but it would not last long cause the trolls he tranqed were now regaining semblance of consciousness.

He looked on one side as the human adventurers were driven from their hiding place as they slowly converge towards the elves as one of their party member somehow was a female wood elf.

Mark then remembered there was another group of Wood elves in Laurelion Forest in the lands of the Empire. The party was like your generic adventurer party, a heavy shielded tall guy, an old Hedge Wizard, a thief or rogue, an archer(Elf), damage dealer(Dwarf), a swordsman and most importantly a traveling bard to record their adventures. He did not make a move yet as he was gathering mana silently, he wanted to erase the Drachenfels still to ashes. And a half-assed strike will not do, he needed something that would turn him body and soul into a statistic data.

And one skill he could use with that is the Mana Arrow, which somehow started to evolve on his control. His level was high enough to make him create any size of Mana Arrow that depends on the Mana output. So he gathered mana until he was sure the one he would make could delete the raging demon in front of him out of existence.

And just as he instructed his carriage now appeared on one side of the field, he wanted them to retrieve the tranqed targets. He explicitly said to gather the trolls, chaos marauders(mostly those corrupted by Khorne), beastmen and Minotaurs.

Even some war beast that still living and has blood in them, but only those they can fit within the doors. His carriage has large doors but the Anywhere doors were only large enough for trolls to pass through while ducking.

But those that gathered them were his shadows, he too wanted some of the beast that are attacking Drachenfels right now but too bad that those he wanted were too large to pass through the anywhere doors. Maybe if he opens the chest later he could get some but not right now, he does not find it important yet to risk having a distraction for the moment.

Only the shadows were used as they would not aroused suspicion from the other parties. The Vampires Melissa and Maria were observing though in the carriage, they were the ones that instructed the Butler Knight in driving to where the tranqed targets were.

The whole area had become chaotic but it was then the chaos forces that were awake rallied together as they greeted some riders that arrived on the southwest side of the field.

Those dark cloaks and spooky aura speaks volume that they are sketchy individuals. It wasn't until the one in lead took his hood back showing his mutated face, left side has two eyes while his right side of the head has horns and spikes growing out of it. A dark book exuding eerie force came out from the cloak as the guy spoke a gibberish kind of language.

*BANG!!*

"Fwoohf! What? You think I'll let him finish or something?" Mark blew the smoke coming out of the revolver as a hole appeared at the head of the guy with the book. The Chaos forces stirred as those that face him looked at him with fear while those that arrived started pulling back their hoods and showed more mutated faces.

They snarled at Mark for suddenly attacking before the incantation is finished, heck if Mark was not damaged in the meridian he would have went ballistic on the transforming Drachenfels but he could not.

"~Aww, are you angry I did not let him finish? Do you see my face give a f*ck about it~?" Mark dramatically said with a voice dripping with sarcasm. The Cloaked riders wanted to attack him but those behind them won't budge at all. They did not even want to come near the shadows of Mark that were gathering the unconscious comrades of theirs.

"~Did you all get cold feet or something? Come one attack me, I won't bite….much~" Mark just got bored gathering as he taunted those Chaos Forces. He looked up and still do not see the Demon Prince Be'lakor coming down from the sky. He really wanted to finish things up here but he could not let this bugger escape his grasp again. If transforming into Waybig and stepping on this guy is enough then he would have done it.

But this dude just had to ask for power-ups from the Four Big Bosses, he was not sure if Waybig with simple soul power and mana punches could ensure the total erasure of this guy. So a finishing move must be invented on the fly, one cool enough to awe the audience and those arriving late for the show. Mark looked at the south East and could see the cloud of dust coming near.

He looked at the elves and damn they were like LOTR elves in appearance, their coordination and accuracy on the back of their hawks and eagles is immaculate. Lucky for them Mark had decimated most of the undead ranged units thus little arrows try to snipe them on the sky. The adventurer made their own stand too on a small corner where they held defense on a bottleneck path that limited the amount of enemies they would face.

'70%'

Mark thought as he looked at Drachenfels swathing the experiments of his like flies, but one thing he did not expect was that some were durable enough to ignore his physical attacks. He did dish out some spells too around him but it seems he is still adjusting to his new body. But he did show some new spells that he did not use earlier, some lighting blast here and there as well as some spell that summoned a murder of crows to fight the flying experiments he had.

'80%' Mark only estimated this form the feeling he has like he was getting full.

Mark now started to show signs of gathering power as his eyes and hair started emitting a golden hue, he does not know it yet cause it was faint. But slowly and sure his aura is increasing that the first to notice is the Glade Lord and the Drachenfels. Both change their expressions as they now could feel the faint pressure that was silent yet massive.

"STOP HIM!!" the new Demon Prince Drachenfels screamed as he was defending from a combination of a Dragonogre and Arachnok he had made. This was one of the largest projects he did out of curiosity if the resulting being would become a mega-predator. Drachenfels could never imagine that this creation of his would be one of the things giving him trouble.

A dragon ogre's perks of resistant to most magic and great physical power along with the Arachnok's versatility with webs and poison. Most of what he made were sterile so no mass production, they were all made as he wanted to make a species that would worship him as their creator but no success yet. Now they are retaliating at him along with his anger and frustration, he lost reason that he did not care if he kills them all right now.

But Mark's gathering of large energy made him alert opting to have the rest of the undead attack him for disturbance. Most that went to Mark was what remained of the mounted undead on skeleton horses as well as the ghostly beings. Their soul still felt rejection at going towards someone exuding such pure magic. But the control of the Great Enchanter was strong to make them forget of this weakness.

'85%'

'Shit! Damn this is still not enough!' Mark was now in full concentration as he knew he has to release if he loses focus for one bit. Just as the undead was a hundred meters away from him a wind wall rose blocking their path. The Glade Lord understood what Mark planned and he was surprised, from the armor worn he could tell Mark was a warrior but he never thought he was also talented in magic like this.

He does not know what spell Mark is using but the amount of energy leaking out means it would be a big one. He had about ten hawk riders help him stall the undead but before they could breathe free the chaos forces had regrouped and started to run towards Mark. They thought that since Mark did not move then he is vulnerable so most of them ignored their fears and charged at him.

*(Deep Bugle sounds)* [A/N: I forgot the onomatopoeia of a bugle sound]

South west a large contingent of dwarves charged as they were led by a Rune Lord. Since they were closer to the Chaos forces they decided to attack the closest ugly things in their way. North west is the (Hawk Riders+Adventurers vs Undead), Northeast is the (Demon Prince Drachenfels vs failed Experiments), Center is Mark being guarded by the Glade Lord while his shadows gathered their future comrades(If Mark could change them) and lastly the (Dwarven vs Chaos) side. The chaos force fought barbarically again as they did not fear the dwarves as they do Mark.

'90%'

With all the various battles that was happening Mark was in full focus, he realized that the mana in the air is thinning out already but he needed to finish this. So he did not pay attention towards the other battles and this went on for another ten minutes as blood was being spilled. This time Mark could see the golden aura he is exuding and all he could think of is.

'I have a super saiyan form!!?? WHAAAAA!!!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!' Mark looked serious but a nerdgasm inside of his childish self was happening making him lose control for a bit which resulted in flaring his gathered mana.

'Shiett!! Super saiyan 2 biatch!! This isn't even my final form!!' Mark's eyes shone as he reached 95% but it was then Drachenfels sliced the one tanking his attack down. He looked at Mark as he hurried in swatting away those that clung on him. After moment he cleared himself yet he did not run towards Mark but rather he to gathered large amounts of Mana in his hands.

"100%, too late…" Mark said as he slowly did the famous form of Master Roshi. "KAAA…..MEEE….HAAAA….MEEEE..." Mark's loud voice cought the attention of the various forces from the elves, human adventurers, chaos forces and the Dwarven Army. Leaning forward with knees bent Mark gathered all the purified Mana on his hands which exuded a blinding light that also purified the undead army into ashes.

Feeling the heavy armor he slowly stripped them using inventory which made it appear his power was so great even his armor disintegrated leaving him bare chested with only his pants on and metal boots. Maria and Melissa hid behind the curtains wearing sunglasses as they watched the muscles of Mark with fervent desire.

"He's so beautiful." said Maria.

"By Gugnir's hammer…" The Rune Lord said.

"May Kurnos guide your aim true…" said the Glade Lord.

"This be a good tale to sing for the ladies!!" sung the Bard.

"Huh? Is that Kizaru? Gotta go downhill to warn the others an Admiral is here." A green-haired swordsman said while running uphill then vanishing in the mist that sits the top of the mountains.

"HAAAA!!!" Mark crouched and kicked hard sending him forward to Drachenfels before sending the concentrated Mana Arrow on his hand upwards.

"Imposi—" before he could finish speaking his whole ten meter tall body was covered by purified Mana in a split second not being able to go midway his incantation. The whole mountains lit up as the light of the large mana Arrow shone upon all.

Making many look towards it seeing a golden spear piercing the sky and flying up nonstop until it passed like midday's dream. Mark stood there looking up seriously giving out a regal air around him stopping the battles all around.

He stood there a victor as his long hair flowed along behind him, his gaze looking around the battle field cowing those that his eyes passed by. Most of the Chaos forces had dropped down in agony as they were bathed by the golden light while in battle.

They were now so weak the dwarves did not need to hammer their heads in at all. Mark then turned and went towards the broken down castle like he owned the place making a grand exit. The carriage soon followed behind him as it was pulled by the few white horses he has, but right now all Mark could think of is.

'Damn that felt so cringey to do, but no regrets…..no regrets'

(A/N: If all of you are wondering why the MC did not use omnitrix so I'll say it here. It was more of an insurance, he needed it recharged in case an unexpected event happens.)