Demon Lord's Reincarnation

Ren who sat on top of a hill watched as each of the heroes tried to fight their respective adversaries. It would seem that with their current strength Lara and the others were quite evenly matched with their opponents. In fact, those that were fighting in a duo had good coordination which made it difficult for Silika and Tsukiyomi to get out of their opponents' flow.

While Ren continued to watch the fights between the heroes and his own comrades the thousands of knights that followed the heroes did not know what to do. Their numerical superiority would not help in this situation. Still, they needed to do something, it was at that moment they looked at Ren who was watching comfortably in the distance.

The knights gritted their teeth as they looked at each other. They knew what everyone else was thinking at the moment since they all had the same thought. Even if it might seem futile they needed to at least try to take down Ren or at least wound him.

The knights got into a tight formation their towering shields imbued with mana upfront and above creating a wall. They then began to march towards Ren. When Ren saw them marching he was reminded of a memory from his past incarnations.

It was a similar event from Leanord's time. When he was reminded of that memory Ren could not help but smile viciously. Ren's shadow expanded as he summoned numerous spears. Seeing the spears that he had summoned the knights grew even tenser as they strengthened their resolve and continued their march.

Ren's smile grew wider and even more fierce as he saw the knights continuing their march. He then picked up a spear and threw it with a spin using his wrist. The spear rotated towards the knights and created a tornado around it. The knights thought that the anti-spell imbued in their shields would negate the incoming attack but that was a wrong assumption. Ren did not use any mana, that spear throw was just his physical strength at play.

The knights who saw the incoming spear tightened their defense as they continued to march forward. When the spear made contact with their tower shields a great portion of the knights were blown away.

The knights weren't shocked at what happened and simply fixed their formation and continued their march towards Ren. Seeing the reaction of the knights' Ren could not help but feel excited. They might be weaker than him to the point that they could be compared to ants, but even knowing that they continued onward. Ren loved these kinds of warriors that despite knowing the end was coming continue still, they had shown their pride and courage to not answer in kind would be disrespectful. This truly reminded Ren of Leonard's memory and made him smile from ear to ear.

Ren continued to rain down spears towards the knights who continued their march forward. No matter how many of them fell they did not show any fear or anxiety instead what they shown was their fierce determination to continue onward. They did not scream, nor did they look back, all they could see was the hill up ahead and the enemy they must defeat. Watching them march ignited Ren's emotions and the boredom he felt disappeared and what replaced it was a feeling of exhilaration.

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Unknown Knight's POV:

I and my brothers in arms continued to march forward. Despite being torn apart by the rain of spears, my brothers in arms did not scream, they did not flee from the battle and instead strengthened their resolve and continued onward.

I could smell the blood coming from behind but I did not look back and marched. I just need to take one more step, even if my limbs are torn apart my heart and soul will not break. I need to go onward for the family and friends that I must protect.

Even if it's futile I need to at least put a scratch on the Death God in front of me. The Death God smiled a vicious smile, though it looks like he was mocking us, but I and my brothers in arms know that the Death God only smiles on those he sees as worthy.

I finally got near the hill, but for some reason, the Death God no longer threw spears at us. He then looked directly into my eyes and spoke to me with glee.

"I like the look in your eyes, intimidated and full of fear, but even then you resolved yourself to move onward. You and your fellow knights be proud for I Ren, the incarnation of the Strongest Mortal Soul acknowledge you and your fellow knights as true warriors. Seeing as you are the last one standing I shall grant you a prize. Come I will let you strike me once, so place everything you have and try to cut off my head."

I looked at the Death God confused as to what he was saying, I then looked around and saw the field that was full of blood and flesh. I truly was the last one standing. I looked back at the Death God with hesitation and confusion, he then smiled at me and spoke.

"Do not hesitate, this is my parting gift to a warrior that was able to make it to the end. Come on then, strike me down!"

The Death God opened his arms wide showing that he would not attack nor defend. Seeing that, I gathered every bit of my resolve threw my shield to the side, raised my sword, and shouted a war cry. I charged at the Death God and with all my strength, with all my being I slashed down at his neck.

Upon contact with the Death God's skin my sword broke, then I saw a little cut on the Death God's neck. Seeing that I could not help but smile.

"Nice strike, tell me your name warrior."

"Nicholas..."

"I will remember you, Nicholas, farewell." Once the Death God said those words I did not see him move but my head was cleanly cut off as I witnessed my headless body fall to the ground. Even as I died I was smiling, since I will be able to brag to my buddies in the underworld that I was able to wound the Death God, Ren.