Bloody massacre

After choosing the 1 to handle his moderate amount of paperwork, he sighs, "get me a carriage" nodding as he vanishes.

Later, getting a carriage and such, he teleports out of the house. He glances over at the black carriage.

"not too fancy not to ruined" He opens the door getting in he sits down.

His eyes narrowing. "It's like sitting on bricks glancing through the shop. He buys seats.

Using his acid to erase the prior cushions. Using the Atom constructing, he merges the seat with the carriage.

Sitting down, he nods. "It as a comfy as my bed, still worse than Lythinma's thighs"

He mumbles the last part. The Coach awaiting orders "go head towards Regway, then towards Plentywood.

He glances confused, handing a map to the couch. Plentywood marked his glance at it. "Ah ok"!

lifting the reins, he slaps them down the horse's heads, flicking up before jogging forwards.

Moving in silences they ride towards it. The loud clack of the horse's hooves on the cement resounding.

Akiyama closes his eyes, entering a semi-state of sleep well, his brain activity increase in domain.

creating a Lucid dream, he experiments with simulations of tiltrotor technology.

Arriving in the area, the couch knocks on the glass window. Akiyama's Eyes shoot open.

he stands up, opening the door he jumps out "Return to Cirmarus and report of my Arrival" he nods slapping the reins again.

The horse clack away with the carriage. He turns towards the massive ruined city, smiling he walks into it. His wheel floating in a loop around him.

Holding his sceptre in his left hand, he holds the halberd in his right. Having everything but the tip covered over in cloth.

He holds it around his waist, pointed forwards. Walking ahead, his sceptre in a combat position, the magnetic armour covers over his body.

the eyes radiate on a deep red, the circuits on his body hidden from sight by the pure black armour he exhales steam.

Bursting out the edges of the helmet "so the heat radiating bursts in sync with my breath really do keep me cool."

"America's so damn hot" he observes his surrounding the ruined structures still possessing the simplistic designs the erosion somewhat showing.

"such old structures," he abruptly Doges to the right. A claw swiping past him. "hmm" he glance at the growling abomination.

"it reminds me of a soul's game style quite gothic," he comments to himself. The creature turns towards him, slashing again.

The Echo blocks it, sending the beast reeling as its hand visibly decays from necrosis. At a rapid rate. Dashing in front of it.

He bashes the sceptre into its head. Sending it flying as the occult slowly corrupts it, holding the Sceptre, he impales the sharp point into it.

It groans before morphing into a fiend. collapsing it curls up twitching and staggering on the ground before its fur takes on a red colour.

2 horns emerge from its head getting up its cat-like eyes lock onto him. simply kneeling, he lifts his hand, still holding the halberd.

The demon stands up. "Stay behind in a legion formation. More will join us. " He walks through the streets.

Zombie groans echoing, "there's quite a sizeable amount of them," the grimoire appears in his hand. He lifts the sceptre as a magic circle appears in the air.

A simple 6 pointed star spinning rapidly as 2 circles run along the rim of it. The runic language running along the edges of the circle.

It burst as an abrupt mass of eyes fire out, hammering into the Zombies. They groan and moan in agony as their flesh visibly shifts in an excruciating agony of twisting flesh.

"so I can incorporate the devil forging into spells. I suppose those rings spinning in the magic circle are the devil forging."

The zombies take on different variable of forms. Some possessing entire body, well other parts have changed, some having larger arms.

other animal like arms and a few tentacles, the 1 defining trait being the 2 horns gleaming on their heads.

the variants glance towards him, some having 1 eye, others 8 well, some retain 2. the randomness of it uncountable.

He glances "formation rectangle." They quickly shuffle run and limp into positions other just leaping over everything into a position"

He grins under the helmet, dashing into swarms of zombies. Sigils appear on the ground, converting the zombies' own damage and Hp into vitality healing him.

He bends slightly, Echo Shooting down before cutting into position. Following his halberds pointing tip, it acts as a lawn blade.

Cutting through them like grass. Its speed having soared. A halo of curtailing wind cutting the zombies short.

The forged demons attacking other groups as ordered. A zombie bypasses the wind halo. Akiyama's eyes flicker to it, slamming its Sceptre down on the zombie.

a massive hammer illusioned formed the zombie crushed to a blood paste as a shallow crater formed under the hit.

"so my eye also controls the range size and velocity of the hit. Unconsciously I increased it to such a degree quite frightening"

(The wind pressure from his hit was so strong it becomes the attack it's self effectively Increasing the sceptre range and size the velocity comes from their being no physical object for a pressure limit to be applied)

he swings towards a zombie far outside the sceptres' range, the melee not reaching it as only a shallow crater formed from its direction.

the forged demons finish their objective, glancing at their master, who cut the zombies down like blades of grass.

The wheel loops again. Akiyama glances ahead, seeing a horde. He lifts the halberd syncing to the wheel, sending a command.

the wheel shooting up overhead, the orbs glowing before necrotic beams fire off from all of them, rapidly imploding on the ground.

As rapid decay afflicts the zombie turning to dust after mere exposure. Those remaining shambling towards the perpetrators.

He slams the sceptre into the ground. With the grimoire out. "Thorns. " Hundreds of thorny chains of red aura emerge all over, forming a field in front of him before restraining the zombies entering it.

Tossing the sceptre into the air high, he clamps his hand shut. The zombies popping like blood, filled blimps catching the sceptre, he smiles under the mask.

"it truly is broken"