Battle of Gods

A second soldier stepped up and kicked M1's body. He looked at the fallen M4 with regret.

/Brother, I am sorry I didn't save you. You never let me down... but now you are gone and I didn't even help!\

Lightning crackled in the sky above the M house, but no one noticed. Not until that lightning arced down to the earth.

Boom!

The lightning struck the M house, instantly obliterating all the soldiers. A dark figure cloaked in sparkling lightning stepped out of the small crater formed by the impact. The figure looked around, then fixed his eyes on the dead MC1. He tenderly lifted the baby, his eyes filled with sorrow. The ground started trembling.

Boom!

A second figure appeared, this one wearing a red cloak.

"You deserved this." A woman's voice.

The lightning celestial set the baby down and looked at the woman with hatred. These had been his loyal servants. Normally he didn't care if a random servant died, but he owed a favor to someone. Someone who meant a lot to him, who would have been here to protect the M family if he was not helping the lightning celestial.

The lightning celestial looked back at the baby's body.

"Lets fight, old witch demon."

The red robed woman sighed. They both knew that they could not fight. Even a strike at the other party would result in heavenly punishment. They were both protected by the world's powers.

"A charm fight. "

The woman looked up with interest. "Ok."She looked around, searching for something to charm. Whoever managed to give the subject the strongest blessings would win. It was really a pointless challenge, with no punishment for the loser. The only reward for the winner would be bragging rights.

The red celestial picked up the dead baby. "This will be the subject." She inserted some of her own life force into the child, bringing it back from the dead.

Wahhh!!!

Baby MC1 started wriggling about, and the wound in his dantian healed at a visible rate.

This baby is the perfect subject. It's cultivation is permanently crippled from that arrow. Not a blessing in the world can fix that.

The lightning celestial stepped up, ready to take his turn blessing the baby.

Demon Might!

"Puh, really? That's not as good as my spells!" The lightning celestial exclaimed.

Wind stream!

Health charm!

Ironskin!

Brainstrength!

"Hehe... do you dare to use your most powerful spells?" The red robes celestial looked at the lightning man intensely.

"Fine."

Energy gathered around the Lightning celestial as he burnt his life force. Everything went silent. Not a single sound could be heard anywhere on the planet. The light from the sun concentrated on one point: baby MC1.

Main.... CHARACTER!

All the energy shot into MC1, then half of it traveled along another line, a line even the celestials could not detect.

"Wow... my turn."

The red robed woman started doing a strange dance, attracting energy from beyond the stars. This time, nothing was silent. Time seemed to speed up, and in the small house 6 years passed while the rest of the world was frozen in time. Finally, enough energy was accumulated.

PLOTARMOR!

A shockwave spread out through the planet, bringing great yet undetectable change.

The two celestials looked worn out. There was no clear winner. It was a draw. They both created cracks in the void, then entered them without a farewell. The red robed woman didn't even spare a glance for the world. The lightning man, however, did. His gaze visited the now 6 year old MC1.

...

MC2 was jolted awake by the sudden change that no one else could notice. He still couldn't remember the past, but he felt whole. And strong. He glanced around, and realized that he was being carried by someone. He looked up.

/Who is this? I can't remember anything. Is he my dad? I must have fallen and hit my head.\

"Umm... hello?"

M3 looked down at MC2.

/Oh, he's awake! It's my fault. I should have known something was off with general. There is no way all those people were guilty.\

"Can you remember what happened?"

/Yea, this must be my dad. He looks so concerned about me!\

"No," MC2 said, "I can't remember anything about today. In fact, I can't remember anything at all!"

M3 looked down at him. He had a hard decision to make.

/Do I tell him that I am his dad, or do I tell him the truth?\

M3 made a decision. This would be his son.

"Well, son, a lot has happened. Your parents died in a fire. That is probably why you can't remember anything. The trauma of losing them... They were my good friends. I promised them that I would take care of you so that you can grow into a big, strong warrior and make them proud. I am in the army, but in order to take care of you I will leave. I have already done enough."

M3 called a chariot over and order the driver to take him to his home. As MC2 and M3 approached their home M3 started telling MC2 about the history of the area.

"This is where I grew up, it is my home. Right over there is the sweet bun shop, on the left is the butcher shop. Here, we are home."

M3 lead MC2 into his house and pointed out where he would sleep. M1 then sat down with MC2 to talk more about the past.

...

M3 had done much to help the Chang Empire. He had 32 demon kills to his name, as well as the kills of 11 traitorous humans. He was sure that he could leave. MC2 would be his son, and he would treat him as such. What he didn't know is that he was now the last surviving member of his troop. Being a solo survivor, it wouldn't be hard for him to leave the Chang Empire's army with honor. There would most likely even be a party thrown in honor of his squad.