Bloody Battle Amongst Morgols

"Today is a great day!" Kristofer's majestic voice reverberated throughout Mercury, "everyone had their fun, and we all enjoyed what World banquet had to offer in full, but nothings over yet."

"The day is still long. There is still time to show what it means to possess real power and abilities in this world, something many of you can't have for now, but will eventually come in contact."

"long ago, the path to evolution was broken, and the alien super civilization Silabun made sure our chances of exceeding our limits were obstructed. They even wanted to force genetic collapse on our human species, but past humans managed to salvage the situation. Only, there was a problem; humans couldn't even live past eighty years without being sickly and old. Without a lifespan, evolution became a pipe dream, an illusion that everyone dreamt of but could never have until we, the Morgols appeared and changed the beliefs of this new world.

"I, Kristofer, look middle-aged in my prime, but the truth is my age exceeds four hundred years, and not only me, but every single elite and the ones we call core Morgols also exceed the age of four hundred."

Billions of humans opened their mouths wide in shock. The news hit like a bombshell exploding in their minds.

Everyone long believed that the Morgol clan was some hidden super organization that hid from the eyes of the world until they had enough power to establish their dominance. But to think that they were old geezers, no geezers didn't even live that long. They were the living fossils of this world.

Many didn't realize, but some opened their eyes in horror. Why were they so shocked? Was it because of the element of surprise, or was it their lacking knowledge or narrow view? Didn't humans drink particular medicine that miraculously allowed everyone to live up to two hundred years easily these days? Concept of Time, the greatest enemy of mortals. The established rule reaching seventy, eighty, ninety, or even a hundred is the limit, which was taught to be a regular occurrence, made humans weak in mindset against lifespan-related topics. But fortunately, this weak mindset was changing. Society accepted certain truths faster.

In a blink of an eye, a discussion erupted everywhere. Now, they needed answers, and millions of questions were sent to Kristofer immediately by World AI, which summarized and categorized them for him instantly.

Kristofer smiled, looking at the questions humanity asked.

Kristofer put his hands behind his back and began to walk back and forth. At the same time, he told a story about the Morgols, how they came to be, and how they were pirates. But different from them in how they had beliefs and ambitions, how they got trapped by Zagaroth and lost almost all their clansmen, how they managed to survive, came to an agreement with Zagaroth and took root in a separate realm called 'blood island' and how they with Zagaroths help, erased themselves from the memories of humans and had been forgotten.

Kristofer didn't forget to mention that they never planned to be hidden for so long, but the child was not born until hundreds of years later. This child was the true inheritor and ruler of the 'blood island', so they could only wait.

After the child was born, they left their solitary lifestyle and rejoined a completely different world, waiting for the child to grow up to decide what to do.

The rest has already been known to humanity.

Kristofer, for some reason, felt like spewing all the essential past events of the Morgols, so he talked on and on.

For humans all over Mercury, listening to Kristofer talking about their experiences for over an hour was a blessing. These past events brought the truth to the most hidden part of human history. The story told by Kristofer was so crucial for humans that they already considered it the highlight of the World banquet in their minds, even though the World banquet was filled with marvels. Sometimes the truth could also become part of the greatest of marvels in the world.

It seemed like Zagaroth existed in the vicinity of the earth even before it was born. It also appeared that Morgols got unlucky to be devoured by the Bermuda triangle. But they turned misfortune into fortune and became legends.

Humans were saddened than shocked by the determination of Morgols to forge forward. The test given by Zagaroth was too cruel, almost every human played virtual realities, and they had similar experiences there, so they could understand and try to empathize with Kristofer and Morgols. But it didn't happen in virtual realities. What Morgols experienced happened in real life, where one mistake brought death, there were no health bars and stats, only you and your determination to never give up and resist till the end.

When ten people hear a good story, they will perceive it; differently. Many can even have completely different opinions, but what about billions that listened to one story?

Such a concept was unimaginable to anyone until today. Every single human of every single country, belief, orientation, etc., had to listen to Kristofer talking. But no one, not even the most reluctant listener, felt that his time was wasted. The humanity of today was completely different from its past self. In the grand scheme of things, ten years was a negligible amount of time that wouldn't change anything, but to humanity, these ten years broke tens of thousands of years of development of super civilization, not only in technology or the like but in the species itself. Humans were united like never before. The madness and hatred humans had against each other were diverted towards outside sources because now they had a choice to hate the ones who should be really hated. The seven sins that ate humanity's origin energy since adam & eve have never been this controlled.

Today, not one, two, or a million people showed themselves in a better light, but billions shined like stars.

They were still humans. They still had to learn plenty, understand more, and become better and better, but the overall performance score as a species, if calculated by World AI, was a staggering 90 points, and it is still going up.

Kristofer finished his tale and stood there, letting humanity digest everything he told. He firmly believed that this truth would somehow benefit everyone as a whole and make them more united.

Kristofer was never told to tell the past by world AI or Dominus. He wasn't even guided secretly. It all happened out of his initiative, but it was up to Dominus if this moment in time became a reality. But since we didn't hear the all-familiar word erase, everything was okay.

Thousands of humans, mainly from Japan, China, and Korea, stood up and bowed towards Kristofer others felt something change around them, but they couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Kristofer stood there, hands behind his back, allowing humans to discuss a bit. Ten minutes later, he extended his hand.

Seeing Kristofer's action, humans began to quieten down until only a couple million remained in conversation.

Kristofer pointed his hand upwards. Up in the sky, a wheel appeared with hundreds of choices. World AI teleported the wheel, and it hovered using antigravitational energy. The wheel was made entirely of metal, with thousands of carvings of humans battling with various weapons.

Everyone's attention concentrated on the wheel; they all knew what it was. Humans became excited and made preparations not to miss anything because things from this point would progress extremely quickly.

Kristofer jumped in the air and reached the base of the wheel. Krisotefer pulled the wheel tightly and rolled it with all his might. The wheel began to spin. Out of hundreds of choices, there was only one time it would land on something. No more random choices would be made.

The wheel span and span until it began to slow down.

People concentrated with rapt attention.

"Please land on blood carnage!"

"No, bloody battlefield please!!"

"One be one! One be one god damn that's the best way to

determine the best and enjoy the show fully!"

"Group battle with all weapons allowed!"

"Group battle with mechs, smeared in blood afterglow that's the best, land on it! god, damn it!!"

Humans all over had different desires and wanted to see a different way of combat, but it was up to lady luck what would be chosen.

The wheel would choose the way combatants battled; derivating meant losing. The only way to become a winner was by thoroughly following the established rule.

Finally, the wheel stopped. All eyes concentrated on it.

The voice of Kristofer reverberated throughout Mercury. "All out battle with double katanas, empowered with blood as Universe technique, no realm suppression, everything else is prohibited, no secret techniques or alike, the battle begins now!! To battle."

In an instant, after Krisotefer finished his words, the magnificent arena rose in the air and flew at high speed. Blood radiance erupted out of a thousand humans all over Mercury. The humans that sat around these people cheered. Suddenly they all disappeared and appeared in the arena.

Two hundred core Morgols, all at the ultimate stage of the second realm.

The remaining eight hundred, some at the ultimate stage of the second realm, most at the advanced of the second realm.

The moment they saw each other, swords were drawn, and no one said anything. The katanas were transported into their hands in the moment of teleportation.

Some had longer one's others shorter, but it didn't matter because every single one of the katanas was covered with blood.

The blood sipped into the sword. It was long since known that blood was terrible for cold weapons, but not in this case.

The more blood Morgols concentrated, the sharper and more menacing katanas looked.

A battle erupted instantly. Blood radiance covered the arena that travelled through the air at high speed. The two hundred strongest Morgols were targeted first.

A youngster at the age of twenty-one slashed his katana with great precision, but before he could hit his target, the arena rumbled and enveloped everyone. Soon tower rose with multi-layered small arenas.

The arena itself was huge, but now it had a tower with smaller arenas. World AI did it because it thought spicing things up a bit more would be better.

After losing his target, the youngster named Han saw that multiple Morgols were battling a sharp hawked-eyed old man swinging the katana with a horrifying speed that broke Mach's speed at every slice.

"Oh, uncle Bazir! Surrounded, I see! Let me lend you a hand!" Han sheathed his katana, and blood overflowed out of his body certain thin thread connected and extended towards the hawk-eyed old man.

The hawk-eyed old man was battling twenty Morgols. He was in constant danger, but blood radiance from his katana diverted every attack.

The blood as Universe technique in the second realm as told allowed one to have more than a hundred thousand litres of blood stored inside their hearts, and thirty-plus flowed inside the body regularly.

The blood in the blood overflows realm could be controlled outside the body in many shapes and forms. It could be solidified or become corrosive, but to master and control various transformations: talent, dedication, hard work, and imagination were necessary. Of course, Bazir had hundreds of years to train. That's why his control was tens of times more varied and exquisite than others, but too many were attacking him, and they all had great chemistry covering each other at all times.

Bazir appreciated the youngsters that battled him inwardly, but he was sighing inside. They were wasting too much blood. It was because they didn't believe by conversing, they could defeat him, so they were going all out from the start. Such a state of mind gave Bazir time to adapt differently. But they were fighting in full force. It was at this moment he felt the great danger to his life other than basic instinct that was fundamentally powerful even in normal humans, to say nothing about evolved humans. Blood as Universe technique enhanced senses in its users via blood sense.

If the blood roiled irregularly, it meant it felt danger, just like a living organism would think of the imminent threat. The 'blood as Universe' technique allowed blood to have a specific awareness of its own.

This thing happened to Bazir. His blood was continually moving in his heart at a crazy speed at every suspicion of the danger it would roil, but this time it almost erupted.

Bazir instantly determined that the twenty assailants weren't a problem.

Bazirs blood overflowed at a crazy speed. Ten thousand litres were discharged and absorbed by the katana. He couldn't use anything other than the katana, so he was limited, but others were too, so fields were even.

His katana became tens of meters long, and the blood concentrated so much that it was pitch black already.

Bazir made a circular swinging motion at an extreme speed using his wrist and body motion.

The Morgols were expecting Bazir to erupt, so they unlashed blood in their bodies. Some poured it into their swords and unleashed an attack of their own, but others began to swing two meters around them crazily, forming a cutting vortex-like defence around them in hopes that they would resist.

The moment Bazir attacked, it connected with every single Morgol. It didn't matter if they jumped or drilled the arena in the tower. The blood changed and curved to strike them all. Those that attacked managed to deplete the radiance of Bazirs blood, but they still couldn't reach his body, so they were teleported from the arena before being cut in half.

It was Dominus who decided for them to be teleported. But for fairness, the blood that would be used to "kill" the opponent the same amount of blood would be absorbed by the arena, and the "killer" would find his opponent gone, and the blood amount and volume would decrease as a result.

Nine Morgols were dispatched by Bazirs outburst.

The remaining ones were in dishevelled states. Their hastily created vortexes crumbled, and blood flowed through their wounds.

Only to their surprise, Bazir was nowhere to be seen.

They all looked around and found Han three hundred meters away, panting.

Han suddenly accelerated and entered the fray, unsheathing the katana again. It was so fast that the eleven Morgols couldn't even react. Their katanas were cut in half along with them. One slush to dispatch all. Eleven Morgols appeared near the platform where Kristofer gave his speech. They so Bazir, who was drinking tequila, visibly frustrated.

"What are you all looking at of course it was that Han boy. He secretly connected blood thread on me through the tip of his sword. It was almost microscopic. I couldn't sense it because all of you were attacking me, and when I attacked, he used the gap the nine attackers created and pierced my heart."

"Han showed his terrifying prowess in the art of the sword. But there are still hundreds of us battling he played his hand to early. I will cheer for him, though."

Everyone nodded and looked at the screen that showed the main arena and other smaller arenas on top of it.

Suddenly someone appeared beside them. It was Han. He was muttering under his breath. "Fucking shit. Dolores, you devious woman."

Bazir spewed tequila out of his mouth, "now that was to fast kiddo."

Han looked at Bazir, "I killed you, though! Hmm! I will have my chance to shine!"

"Sure, you will have, but not as an elite!" the voice of Dominus was transmitted in his mind, "go to prison for me little brother."

Han stumbled, hearing this familiar voice, but it was too late. The defeated Morgols were trapped in 'prison'.