Invasion

...The next morning...

"M3! Get up! We have to go vanquish the traitors who help the demons!" M3 looked up at the squad leader, M4. M4 was strapping his crossbow onto his back. "Alright, I'm comming." M3 picked up his sword and strapped it to his belt.

/These people are killing families and selling the bodies to demons\

M3 thought to himself.

/They are the worst scum of the human race. These people will cause us to lost the war if they are allowed to continue supplying demons with vital cultivation materials.\

The squad put on their armor and left for the first house of the night: the house of an iternerant cultivator who did not have any loved ones. He missed his dead wife, and would do anything to revive her. The rumor was that he was killing children to sacrifice to demons in hope that they would bring his wife back from the dead. M3 looked at the frosty morning grass.

/ It sure is sad. This poor guy lost everything, but still, how could he help demons? \

Soon the group arrived at the house of the lone man. They spread out around the house, prepared to catch the man if he ran.

"M3! You're with me!" M4 shouted.

M3 walked with M4 to the front door of the residence, then backed up. M4 also backed up, then ran at the door.

Crash!

The two ventured into the dimly lit house to see an elderly man sitting near a table. He looked up at the two men.

"Why have you broken in?"

M4 looked confused as he glanced around the simple residence, then turned to the old man.

"You beast! How can you turn against your own kind and help the demons? You deserve to die!"

The old man looked back at him. "I never killed anyone. Those monsters took my family away... I am willing to die to prove it. At least then I can be back with F2..."

M3 could tell the old man was not lying. Was General wrong? This guy seems like a nice old grandpa. M4 raised his sword above his head. "You will die for what you have done to our race."

Chink!

The old man's head rolled. He could have put up a resistance... but he didn't. M3 cast a glance at the corpse, then walked out. They had more families to kill. More seemingly innocent grandpas to execute.

...

A celebration was happening in the M family house. Food had been bought and served, and many family friends were over.

Congratulations on the new baby boy! He's so cute! MC1 was bundled up in a ball of blankets, and F1 was holding him. MC2 was stuffing a sweet bun into his mouth while guests admired MC1.

/Mmm... sweet bread. The food of the celestials. There is nothing better.\

The night was slowly winding down, and many guests left. Everyone had eaten their fill, and happiness radiated from the home. Soon just the M family remained.

M1 started reminiscing about the past.

When I was a boy we had a great big family. MC2, your grandpas were the two strongest experts on this side of Winding Dragon hill. Sadly.... the demons invaded. The Chang Empire needed soldiers, and one of his generals wanted G1 and G2. They left for the war and never came back. No one knows if they are even still alive. Ever since then our family has spiraled down from power. Now it is just the four of us...

...

The fifth family of the night... M family. A tier 2 and a tier 1 cultivator. Easy. M3 looked up from the info sheet on his victim. One child and the woman is pregnant? Whatever.

M4 stalked up to the front door.

Boom! The door was kicked in and M4 raised his crossbow at a woman inside.

THWAT!

The arrow pierced through a ball of blankets resting on F1's breast and into her heart. The arrow stuck there as F1 stared blankly at the soldiers.

Ahhhh!

M1 charged towards the soldiers while yelling. He leapt onto M4 and started pummeling him. M1 pinned M4 and squeezed M4's skull.

/Die! You killed F1! You will die for that!\

M4's skull could not take the pressure of M1's rage and his head caved in.

All of the soldiers were terrified. A tier 2 cultivator just killed our tier 4 leader? No one stepped forwards to attack M1.

Something broke in MC2. He stared at the ball of blankets. It wasn't just blankets. MC1 was in there. And now... MC2 could feel his brother's life force drain away. He could sense the pain in his dantian.

The arrow had gone through MC1's dantian and into his mother.

They were dead.

Everything turned hazy for MC2. His mind subconsciously pushed all of his memories into the back of his mind. Everything went black.

M1 was still going crazy on M4. He slammed his hands into M4's face over and over again. The dull thuds made by the impacts was sickening for the other soldiers, who all stared in shock.

M3 charged forwards and tore M1 off M4, but it was too late.

/He... he killed him...\

M3 plunged his sword into M1. M1 twitched on the floor, heaving for breath to no avail. His lungs were destroyed.

M3 bent down over M4's dead body.

/We had our quarrels but... you didn't deserve to die! Not like this!\

M3 looked at the fainted MC2. M3 could see the innocence on the boy's face.

/This guy is no evil traitor. I have killed his family, I must make up for that bad Karma. I will take him in as a son.\

M3 picked up MC2 and walked away from the house. The other soldiers in the troop all gathered around M1 and started kicking his dead body.

/You killed M4! You dirty scum!\