Chapter 39: Demons Pride? (1/2)
Ghahahahahah, I did it, I hit you, I finally hit you. Fwahahaha...”
The Gray-War troll laughed tauntingly at him in clear delusions. It was battered and had even lost an arm, but it's eyes shone with lights that reflected the madness in it's soul. Tyler felt like a vein had popped on his forehead, this entire situation was ridiculous and annoying. He thought he would only be a little irritated when suddenly he felt a surge of pure rage, hate and unstoppable wrath.
His grip on the greatsword tightened and large amount of mana flowed into the blade. Tyler wasn't sure why he was so angry right now, but the more he heard the trolls voice the more he wanted to rip the heads of every single troll on this battlefield.
”Trash!”
Tyler unconsciously spoke those words with gritted teeth. His rage rising continuously made his thoughts narrowed, he felt insulted. Normally, this should be on a similar scale as when someone was on a win streak but lost the streak to a weak opponent just because they went easy on them at the start, yet, this felt more infuriating.
A simple annoyance was all he should be feeling, yet something inside of him felt disrespected, it felt like blaspheme. A common troll dare reach out their filthy hands to touch the sun, how can he forgive such insolence, how could he not render punishment upon them.
”YOU, YOU INSIGNIFICANT, ABSOLUTE TRASH! HOW DARE YOU PIECE OF SHIT LAY YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON ME! I'LL KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!”
So intense was his fury that Tyler was struck speechless. With his volcanic roar came an explosion of energy from within him that rendered the entire battlefield still. If it wasn't for the quaking of knees and clattering of teeth's, someone would've mistaken the stillness for a place where time had stopped for a moment. Tyler's hazel coloured pupils glowed red and it narrowed in on his target.
With a step he appeared before the Gray-War troll and swung his blade with a skill. °Burning Strike° The already cracked blade could not handle anymore punishment and shattered upon impact with the trolls hard skin protected by the runes and glyphs on them, but the fiery red aura that escorted the attack took off the head of the troll.
Tyler let go of the broken sword and his gaze turned to face another troll. It was an elite troll who stood close to Albert's group. Everyone that met his gaze felt the life drain out of them. It was such a piercing gaze that it made them retreat. Liz took a step back as well, she wasn't sure why but she had a bad and familiar feeling about this that made her skin crawl.
They were not the targets of his rage yet they still felt fear. So how could those that received the bloodlust directly withstand it. Of course they couldn't. All three of the ordinary trolls had already collapsed and the so called elite trolls were on their knees with a face full of fear.
”Not enough.”
Tyler's rage could not be calmed by one life. The hate that erupted within him threaten to drive him mad if he did nothing, he needed to release it. He saw the fear filled faces of the trolls and wasn't satisfied, he wanted them to feel something worse than fear. With that Tyler decided to use a spell.
With his right index finger pointed at the trolls, a menacing amount of greyish black aura wrapped around him as he uttered a phase to the helpless trolls that were trembling, almost at the verge of collapse.
”Know Despair.”
Liz mind almost went blank, her memories of that event might been a bit hazy but she knew exactly what this aura meant. For a mage that was almost completely immune to cold a chill still ran down her spine as she hurriedly moved forward. Although she was scared, her love for her friend who might die if that spell was used now pushed her forward. She couldn't let him use it.
Tyler's gaze was fixated on a single troll, he wanted to release the rage within and the first thing he thought about was the spell that could completely drain him of energy.
”Wave of Des—”
”Ice Blades!”
Tyler's spell was interrupted when several flying swords killed off his intended target. His anger rose even more and he was about to flare up when suddenly he felt a tug on his arm, turning his head to look he saw a blonde and beautiful girl with tear filled eyes holding on to his arm.
”Please...”
His rapidly rising emotions cooled down at an even faster rate when he heard those words and saw the tears that fell down her slightly red cheeks.
”If you do that... they might die... and my friend, my friend would not survive.”
Tyler was dumbstruck, why was he so angry that he was about to use a spell that could also knock him out, not to mention everyone on this battlefield. Even if he was the only one standing like last time how would he move so many people across the river.
The hate and rage within him almost seamlessly disappeared and Tyler finally regained proper cognitive functions. He sighed deeply, 'Something's wrong with me? Why do i suddenly have so much pride... Is it the so called demon's pride? Am i really no longer human, or is there a deeper meaning to this.' He pondered but could not find the answer.