Warlock of War: My Ares System

"[Tangible Bloodlust],"

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(Unknown POV)

Calling it a scene out of hell wouldn't even do the massacre justice, as even though there wasn't a single hellish flame, it felt as if we were all being burned from the inside out.

But, let's travel back a bit…

It all started off with us ambushing our target… or so we thought as we had actually been led into a trap, something fit for "The White Death."

It was my first time seeing him, and despite his short stature, the feeling he gave off was almost like a lion.

He was ferocious on the inside and cold as a killer on the outside.

Our leader was hit by a few of the mines, injuring him slightly as he made a stupid entrance in order to taunt his former comrade.

Apparently, he had been waiting for this day since a year ago when TWD left him to die, but he just barely managed to survive and crawl his way back to his unit.

He just barely managed to survive but the hatred for his leader, leaving him to die, was enough for him to contact our side and betray the Finnish.

He was skilled… but compared to TWD, he was nothing, as even back then, he was dodging our bullets as he slid down a hill.

Blinded by the leader's orders and rage, we chased after the two men, but one of us had kept a steady head and denied the leader's orders.

After seeing the two men slow their run a bit, we stopped and noticed a raised patch of snow, but just before we were about to run over it, the one singular soldier stopped us and had us back up a bit.

The leader continued to shout at him, but without hesitation, he threw his own gun onto the patch of raised snow… causing a massive explosion to detonate before us.

We all breathed a sigh of relief, and despite the leader's rage, he calmed down a bit and made the man second in command.

There is a reason he rose to the position of unit leader in just a year, and that was due to his skills, awareness, and intelligence.

Soon, we maneuvered around the large smoke cloud and chased after the two men, and the second command had disappeared for a bit.

Confused, we all slowed down, but the leader told us to press forward, and his large smile gave us a bit of hope.

We didn't have the best run in putting our trust in him, but what could go wrong? There were only two people as our targets, and it seemed they had exhausted all their traps.

And after winding through the trees, we were met with the sight of a fallen man with a dagger pierced into his head.

He had fallen to the ground, and the boy beside him was in so much shock that he didn't blink for over a minute.

"Surrender, boy. My only goal was to kill that bastard right there… I'm not a fan of killing such young people, so just surrender and wait out the war. We'll release you then," The leader suggested, but it seems the boy didn't even hear him.

All of a sudden, like it was straight out of a dark fairy tale… a blood-red aura coated his body, making us question our sanity for a split second.

It was a subconscious feeling that made us step back without us even being aware of it.

The long strands of dark purple hair flowing from his head had become an eerie black at the very tips, and both of his eyes went entirely black.

No pupil, no nothing… just darkness enveloped his eyes.

Then, a shimmer appeared from within the center, creating a single white dot that then doubled and served as his pupils.

"Kekeke… AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

His laugh boomed through the mountain top, shaking the trees and vibrating our brains within our very own skulls.

"Monsters… It's a monster!" Somebody cried out, but just as he turned around, his head was sent flying, and it then proceeded to roll towards my feet.

My face paled. Everybody's faces paled… The leader, trying to stay calm, directed us to all slowly back up… but that was our greatest mistake.

Three more heads were sent flying, their blood painting the canvas-white snow below us.

I looked back at the kid, who had a smile so wide you'd think it was about to touch his ears.

The two white dots serving as his pupils vibrated back and forth, and as he raised his hand, a large ancient spear, double the size of his own body, appeared in his hand.

He then gripped it with the opposite hand and swung down, the tip just barely touching the snow.

"What have we done,"

The blood-red aura surrounding him distorted the image of him, elongating different parts of his body and then having them return to normal.

FWOOSH

He reached out toward me, and his face had turned into that of something inhuman.

A weightless feeling surged through my body as my vision flipped and tumbled like a snowball rolling down a hill.

Tup…

"Foooo… That was close," Somebody muttered, and I soon realized my body was still intact and not a single scratch was on me.

Somebody was supporting my back, and when I looked up, I saw a man with fiery red hair, holding a spear in his hand.

"Man… Who would've thought I'd run into a strong system user like this. And… we just had to go and piss him off," He muttered with a weary smile.

And like a hero pulled straight out of a fairy tale, he stood before me, his back wide, his spear glistening in the sun… and then his head flew.

It felt as if the world itself had slowed down as despair began to slowly sink in.

The monster appeared before me once again, eyes creepier than a ghost and colder than the very mountain we were on.

His face distorted into something inhumane again, and with a smile that could haunt a thousand nightmares, he tore my head in half.

That very face would plague my afterlife… for all of eternity.