Chapter 31：Kill them all! (1/2)

Mack kept running with his sword in hand.

And behind him, a long V line of warlocks formed. Just like birds flocking together the warlocks grouped and run to the front together following the others already running.

And Mack was the first bird at the front of the flock.

He didn't care if he was going to die. He never cared for his life before. The thing he most hated was being cornered, controlled, or obliged to do something. What he cared about the most was his freedom. Freedom to act, freedom to think, and freedom to be himself.

Mack ran at the front of them all. His speed was several times faster than a human already.

After all, his body went through a sort of evolution in the past gates, and his muscles were harder than normal steel already.

He didn't know that, nor he cared.

He just wanted to stab a fucking mage in the heart and hung it in the air.

He was tired of those mages already.

He was a hundred percent sure that all his miserable life was because of them. He was sure that they killed his father. Even if they didn't. Now that Mack knew he was a warlock, there was no turning back.

They were mortal enemies.

~clash~

Mack's sword clashed with an acolyte metal staff.

Both he and the mage acolyte had almost the same strength.

Mack holding his sword with both hands in an attack stance while the acolyte defended with his metal staff.

Mack didn't knew how to wield swords so he just hit the acolyte with all his strength.

But Mack knew the acolyte would defend. After all, he knew he was an amateur with swords.

Mack removed one hand from the sword grip and took a dagger from his right while still holding the sword with that arm.

With the immediately gained advantage in strength, the acolyte pushed his staff to force Mack's sword to cut himself.

But before the sword could bite his owner. A dagger was lunged in the acolyte's eye.

And all the pressure Mack felt in the sword quickly subsided.

Mack grabbed the sword with both hands.

Mack was not sure if the acolyte would die with the dagger stuck in his eye. So he chose to be sure of the kill.

And a beheaded body felt to his back.

~tump~

And no longer. A head was rolling on the muddy ground.

Mack walked to the head and grabbed it.

Even knowing they were only light constructs, his heart was racing.

He raised the acolyte's head in the air. And screamed with all the air in his lungs again.

”KILL THEM ALL!”

Mack did his first kill in this long battle.

One that he would never forget. Because that was his first kill with a sword.

Mack looked around and could see thousands of other acolytes fighting the incoming tsunami of warlocks. It seemed mages used them as cannon folders in wars.

Mack threw the head he was holding in an incoming acolyte and stabbed his sword in the acolyte's chest.

Another acolyte dead.

And the battle had just begun.