The black company in the mountains part 2

A battle erupted. Half of the soldiers started digging up the platinum rock as fast as possible, with the other half trying their best to prevent the monsters from killing the ones digging.

"What the hell are these?!" Mona yelled.

"They must be the leftovers of the grey skin god's power that was left wondering this area. It formed a mind of its own and now sees us hostile! Isn't this exciting? Think how strong the god must be if its leftover powers are already this strong," Cixilo yelled.

"Yeah, real exciting...." Mona yelled.

The stone was finally excavated, revealing a giant cube with a smooth surface. Cixilo ordered the soldiers to start cracking it open. Still, all the hitting with their pickaxes and shovels didn't even make a single dent.

"MOVE!" Markus yelled and pushed the soldiers aside.

He formed his own blood into a spear and lunged it with great force at the platinum cube. After the dust had settled, only a tiny scratch was on the platinum cube. Markus didn't have enough raw explosive power to crack it open.

Markus saw that the platinum monsters were endless. As one was destroyed, it just reformed. As long as the platinum cube was intact, they would have to fight these monsters.

Markus then saw August destroying two of the monsters with his war hammer. He had then a diabolical idea.

"August, come here!" Markus yelled.

August flew there fast.

"What do you need?" he asked.

"I need you. Try to endure this," Markus said, placing his hand on August's forehead.

Markus forcibly pushed his malicious divinity inside August, who still had pure, natural divine power. August resisted and yelled in great pain.

"AUGUST! STOP RESISTING! I COMMAND YOU!" Markus yelled.

August kept yelling in great pain, and as the ritual was about to end, August's eyes rolled back, and he fell to the ground.

Markus cautiously looked closer, but as he did, August swung his war hammer at him. He was able to dodge but saw that August had been completely changed. August yelled like a madman, with black veins appearing on his forehead.

Like a berserker, August attacked anyone close to him. Black company soldiers, platinum monsters, or even Mona. He could no longer distinguish between friend and foe.

August was now stronger than ever, and Markus knew it. August was hurt by the monsters and by his soldiers, who tried to protect themselves, and he was not getting slowed down at all.

Markus rushed back to the platinum cube. He lifted the cube up with his blood powers from the hole. He created another spear made from blood, but this time, he aimed it at August.

He threw the spear that pierced his comrade through his chest. As the mad August looked around at who had attacked him, he saw Markus smiling.

"Cmoon, you useless piece of shit...." Markus muttered to himself.

Red lightning gathered around the hammer of August, and his highly violent divine power started to concentrate on his hands. He jumped and aimed his hammer right at Markus.

The prince dodged the blow, and the hammer hit the platinum cube at full force. At first, it didn't seem like it didn't do any damage to it, but cracks started to appear. The cube exploded and unleashed a powerful divine air pressure bomb that pushed everyone away.

After the dust settled, the platinum fell down from the sky like snow, making the air sparkle. The platinum monsters crumbled away and August lay wounded on the ground.

Cixilo ran to where the cube was, and Markus walked past August's wounded body. He had regained his senses but was now severely hurt.

"I expect you to understand why I did that...." August asked him.

"I am your tool...I must be useful to you, and you are allowed to use me as you wish," August said as he spewed blood.

"Good that you know your place," Markus said and walked away, letting August bleed on the snow.

"I HAVE IT! I HAVE A BODY OF A GOD!" Cixilo yelled.

On the snow beneath the feet of Cixilo was a body of a grey skin warrior. Though he should have died centuries ago, the body was in perfect condition, like it had died only a few minutes ago.

He had glorious armor on, with twelve holes in it. The grey skin was beautiful, like an accurate picture of a perfect specimen, if there was one. Though the corpse looked normal, everyone who gazed eyes on it felt like it was special.

Cixilo started to reach his hand and bind himself with Dalai, the god, but Markus stopped him. He restrained Cixilo with blood and ordered his soldiers to chain him up.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Cixilo yelled.

"Oh, I am sorry, but I can't have you possessing this body....yet," Markus said.

"We had a deal?!" Cixilo said in an angry tone.

"Oh, you will get to possess this corpse, but not yet. In good time it will be yours. But for now, you will be our prisoner. When I tell you to possess the body, I hope you do so without delay...or I will not be pleased," Markus explained.