Chapter 519 - 465 : Human history (1/2)
”Now you understand how your victims feel when you invade their home and mercilessly slaughter every last one of them.”
Arthur spoke to the commander, who somersaulted, and, mid-air, fired arrows at the unmoving parasite. Unfortunately for the Cthulhu, not one of its arrows managed to get past Arthur's defenses. They either struck his Dark Barrier or were deflected by half-transparent grey tornadoes, also knows as death storms.
”You come, uninvited, wreak havoc like an abomination and explain your actions through such lies!”
The enormous monster snickered at Arthur, showing a row of straight white teeth. His lips curved upwards as he lowered his bow and continued:
”Before you come lecturing me or my kin about our actions, take a thorough look at the history, the true history, not the fabricated one.”
Arthur listened to the rambling commander, his eye fixated on the enemy and his staff raised but no attacks were unleashed. Deep inside, he knew that this strange being, leading the bunch of barbaric and mindless aliens, was most likely spouting nonsense, however, there was something about his tone. He didn't seem to be acting or trying to buy time, his words genuine, containing anger and frustration as if he was the one being blamed.
Unfortunately, even if there was a sliver of truth in his words, that doesn't change anything. They still massacred a whole world, eradicated all races but themselves and top it all, took joy in the weaklings' suffering, using them as 'decoration' to liven their mood.
”I don't need to look at history to understand. I saw enough to know that you and your race are evil, filth that does not belong here.”
The commander snorted, glanced at the scorched and bloodied remains of the 'lucky' Cthulhu which weren't engulfed by the Dark Rizaki, and retorted:
”Just because we're different, mentally and physically, doesn't mean we're evil. We have different perspectives, we do not view the world like humans, elves, or dwarves. We were created this way, it's not our fault that we seek violence instead of peace. Furthermore, even without our interference, this world was bound to break, either by our hands or the humans. A greedy race, pretending to be peaceful but is actually the most dangerous of them all.”
His golden pupils glared at Arthur, his gaze unwavering and he clenched his teeth.
”Tell me, undead, how are we different to the humans, who, at the very beginning, massacred almost the entirety of the elven race, fearing their magic. It was only after a bitter war that took half of the population that the two races settled, finally choosing to 'cooperate'. Although I say cooperate, it was hardly any different from a cold war that lasted until our arrival. Humans sought domination… power, they wanted to enslave anyone and anything that didn't look like them.”
After a few seconds of silence crept by, Arthur said: ”Yes, they fought, over and over, however, there were still boundaries. I won't defend the humans but they sure as hell didn't want to destroy this world. It's their business if they wanted to dominate it but they didn't resort to cruel means like you did.”
As if he heard a joke, the commander let out a sarcastic laugh and countered: ”Cruel means? Then what do you call the White Plague? An artificial disease that killed thousands of humans and elves alike, causing them to suffer for days. The weapons they created and used against anyone who opposed them. Actually, did you know that we learned about torture from humans? We merely imitated them. We weren't born outright defected.”
”Anyway, it's not like bickering like this will change anything. Raise your bow.”
Arthur pointed his staff at the commander and fired several, successive blasts conjured from death energy. They were formless and swift as they instantaneously hit the Cthulhu, causing him to take a few steps back.
He tried to retaliate by shooting an arrow, however, his hands were frozen by invisible, soft yet unbreakable threads. He only needed to let go of the metallic string but such a simple action wasn't possible.
His whole body fell into a net of threads. When he took a few steps back due to Arthur's previous attack, he fell right into the parasite's trap.
While the commander was explaining himself, Arthur used his threads to form an invisible war, like a spider's web. Even with his over-sized body and monstrous strength, the Cthulhu was rendered immobile and defenseless.
Having caught the enemy, Arthur floated closer to the commander, his flaming green eye dancing an in an unsettling manner.