Chapter 395: Battle End (2) : Blade Of Mercy (1/2)
Seven corpses fell around Jon in less than a minute
There was no much resistance offered
The first tried to assassinate Jon from the side but kick just kicked him back towards Odokuro, who raised its ebony katana and slashed one time at the elf who split in half The second tried to launch a strong forbidden spell towards the ones behind Jon so that Jon gets forced to defend them but Nefertiti beheaded the insolent fool The third and the fourth formed a dual spell to use illusions and escape but Xikil blue fire breath didn't spare a clone or an original and Jon killed the two icka explode in their hearts The fifthabout to teleport away yet Jon only stretched his hand and pulled back the h space froround The sixthFrost Atronachs and hid within them but Odokuro's katana found its way to his heart The last and the seventh Arch Wizard was a close coe who tried his best to attack Nefertiti only for her to punch his guts and for Xikil to wave itshi him kneel down and executed hiht, no wasting tile exchange
The power of the DemiGod was a world apart from the Arch Wizard One must take note that in between the 'DemiGod' realm and the 'Arch Wizard' realm there is a realm known as the 'Ancestor' realm
The Ancestors is not an Official Rank like the Arch Wizard which is the apex of the Arcane Arts, Ancestors can be warriors or anything and can even be more powerful than some DemiGods All in all, Ancestors are the es are mostly over a thousand years old Divayth Fyr and his Clone Daughters are all Ancestors and so is Lord Harkon of the Volkihar Clan
No mundane force can order the Ancestors around and the Ancestors are always uninterested in the world oftheir lives in seclusion to find ways to attain divinity
In the end, no matter how the Thalmor in front of Jon tried, they were too outranked in every tere
Five minutes from Jon's appearance has passed and the whole Thalmor force, save for Elenas completely annihilated
Jon looked at Elenwen and spoke words inaudible to any other but her She, who has fallen on her knees since her force was all gone and lost all hope, stood back up again and teleported away Jon didn't even stop her
Jon's eyes then landed on his fa frourd Alina smiled at him and walked closer
”You are in one bloody hed, ”I ca and covered in so so from now on”
”Boy! You are sick” Jonrad couldn't help but complain
”I am not sick, I am twisted Sick ht exchange didn't fit the bloody scene around them and even Jon wasn't really free to waste ti heads of the clans and their round
They almost lost about half their ared to capture Orga Stor the others who surrendered
Jon walked beside Brom and patted his shoulder then looked to the side and saw his cousin Hafthor riding a ht
Xikil flew and landed right beside Jon so the latter jumped on him to find Nefertiti already atop of the Daedric titan Odokuro followed on foot and the four s stood over the captured clan heads and theirvibe but Jon was the center of the power and his iht the elves and covered himself with their blood in a fit of e formed a certain mad warrior ould cover hih the hordes of elves
Those Nords, ould never kneel to a Jarl, King or E the name that came to their minds
”Shor!”
”Shor”
”Hail Shor”
In their heads, Jon was Shor, the Chief God of their Pantheon and the Owner of Sovngarde
Jon's face was expressionless and indifferent in the past five er
”YOU BASTERDS! HOW DARE YOU PROFANE THAT HONORABLE NAME?!”
Jon's anger was genuine Not even his fary before as this was true wrath He even waved his hand and athem all at the same time
Odokuro, the rew in size an extra er of its norant Nords who used a name very sacred in Jon's book but Jon held [Wrath] down
The clans head and warriors realized their mistake and stood back up slowly yet their heads were just looking down and couldn't help to raise it up against that pressure
Jon took a deep breath and spoke
”Son of Jonrad and Hilda the bloody, with a mane of fire you'd know me
And ours the wrathful if you dare me, and ours the sharper if you duel hty, and in Skyrim no soul to hold me
O' people of the clans! O' People of the schereet you with blades and shackles”
Jon's voice echoed through the land fro clans to the defender forces, fro to the dead
Jon's greeted the people with the tone of the victor but no response was uttered