Prologue (ending)
Chapter 0: Prologue (ending)
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'This is the power of a Demi God! How could he posses such power?! How is it possible.' Emerald Dragon horrifyingly yet emotionally exclaimed, her one wing cut down.
The entire plain was in ruins. Dead bodies of Titans and Dragons laid throughout the land as some garbages.
The last Tower of humanity also destroyed in half…
Step!
Booooom!
Ragnar stepped on her head. The Dragon's body slammed upon the ground.
Frrrr~
Ragnar's eyes flared up, red aura lighting through his cold eyes.
'This is the end.'
He raised his sword, ready to slay down the Emerald Dragon Lord.
'Wha-!'
Swish!
Boooom!!
'A spear?' Ragnar exclaimed on guard, distancing himself from the Emerald Dragon Lord and the spear near her.
Another spear lightened in golden light thrusting through air, charged at Ragnar.
Who leaped behind dodging the spear in hurry.
"Sinner! Thee shall be slayed for opposing the Gods!!" Said a loud voice barged, the red cloudy sky getting cleared by a golden light.
Whooosh!
Whooosh!
Whooosh!
"Angels?" Ragnar exclaimed, watching the magnificent white wings supporting human sized beings to descend down the earth from Heaven.
As all hundred of them wore long white gowns, spears in their hands, their golden hair flowing with the wind.
"Why is the angels interfe—"
"Ragnar The Dark Crown! Thee shall face the judgement given by the Gods!! Receive...!" shouted the first angel, not interested in talking with Ragnar at any point.
Swooosh!
A strong breeze of gale soon descended down the field, angels descending down the Zarth charging Ragnar one after another.
'Damn Elora! She actually made her Angels descend down the mortal plain.' Ragnar nervously thought, getting his stance ready for a more ferciousome battle.
'Angels are as powerful as a DemiGod. My god eyes won't work on them. I have to rely on my sword art if I want to slay them.' Ragnar grumbled in thought, leaping right through the Angels.
Knowing he wouldn't predict the movements of these High-level Angels who possessed six wings.
As, they were different then those S ranked Dragons.
They couldn't be evaluated through human means.
Clang!
Vroooom!
As the spear and sword clashed, a huge golden black aura released from the collision of between the Angel and Ragnar.
'Angels? What are they doing here?' Emerald Dragon thought with her half-dead body lying on the ground.
Bam!
Ragnar slammed an Angel down the ground, another Angel quickly striking next.
Clang!
Clank!
"Holy Spear grant me your majestic appearance and slay this pitiful sinner infront of me!" shouted the leader of Angel, who possessed dazzling golden eyes with a long sturdy build and strict appearance.
Vroooom!
"Grgh!" Ragnar grunted, feeling the situation changed down to his disadvantage immediately.
'I could have handled this low level Dragon and Titans with my DemiGod powe but this Angels… Hiup!' Ragnar nervously thought, leaping right and left to dodge spears of Angel Leader Marker.
"Why is Elora interfering in the matter with mortals?! Didn't she receive what she wanted from this world?!" Ragnar asked in panic, his sword slicing through golden javelins.
"We the loyal servants will never understand what the higher beings think and are happy about it. And! How dare thee mortal call forth a God by her name, Presumptuous!!!" Marker shouted in rage, his power bursting in an oppressing aura damning the whole atmosphere.
Boom!
Booom!!
Boooom!!!
The land shooked violently, each time the Angels thrusted down their spears missing Ragnar and hitting the ground.
Ragnar breath turned rougher and faster, leaping zig zag dodging the spears that could even pierce through air.
'I must do something. There is no end to their attacks.' Ragnar inwardly muttered, finding no openings from the barrage of Angel's attack.
Flash!
"Insolent Sinner! Die!!" Marker shouted finding an opening. He bursted down a heavy golden aura, limiting Ragnar movement.
Whoooosh!
"Kughh!" Ragnar grunted, raising his sword guard to block the strike.
Booooom!
A huge wave silenced the battlefield, within the next second a huge explosion blowing off dust from the ground to clouds of skies… everything in its range.
Bam!
"*Cough!" Ragnar coughed, his trembling hand bloodied by the strike.
Ba-dump!
Ba-dump!
Ragnar's heart raised up, his vision blurring out.
'This…'
"Ugh?" Ragnar grunted, his legs fumbling over the ground.
"Sinner, now this is thee's rightful position. Which is on your knees!" Angel Marker said, holding onto the pole of the spear by his palm… aiming the tip of the spear at Alard's heart.
'Is this the end?' Ragnar thought on his knee, his body full of wounds, bruises, cuts and blood.
"Now die!!" Marker roared, throwing his spear right at Ragnar's chest.
A vision suddenly running through Ragnar's eyes.
"You will not survive if you don't accept your sin, Ragnar." said a beautiful lady, her face blocked by a bright light… as she wore a golden gown, body more sinful than any sin.
'Elora?' Ragnar, surprisingly thought, arrived far from the battlefield in this vision.
He was in a bright transparent lake, fish down the lake visible as it shined with the light reflections… one angelic being standing in the lake.
"I told you. Divinity is gained through betrayal. Sin is gained through loyalty… And you Ragnar haven't gained your loyalty yet…" said the angelic being, her voice and the vision slowly fading away.
A sweet smile given by that being as a farewell.
Swooosh!
Pierce!
Ragnar's body fell, a spear pierced through his chest, his heart out of his body stuck onto the tip of the spear.
'I haven't gained the loyalty…?' Ragnar muttered, coldness embracing his whole body… his vision blacked out.
A golden light shining in his eyes.
…
*rainwater splashing*
Crackle!
Crackle!!
Ughh~
Ding!
[Host's soul is connected into Erix's body!]
A sound unheard to anyone sounded, a blue holographic plate floating infront of a fainted child in the dump.
*rains more violently*
The rain began to rain more violently, lighting crackling more ferociously in the sky.
'I. I… what!' Ragnar exclaimed, jolting open his eyes… a strong smell of stench hitting his nose.
'Wha-what's going on?!' Ragnar inwardly thought, his hand unconsciously touching his chest which had a spear missing.
Ding!
[Host has successfully replaced the deceased soul of this dead body.]
A notification icon popping infront of Ragnar eyes.
Ragnar jolted a few steps back by the sudden pop up of a mysterious voice and notification screen.
'Replaced a deceased soul? Wh-what is the meaning of this? Wasn't I thrusted by that Angel?' Ragnar questioned in confusion, as he felt his body soaked wet by the water.
He had a ugly face, because of this uncontrollable stenchy smell.
"I—- cough! cough!" Ragnar immediately coughed when trying to speak, as he felt his throat all dried up, his body numb and weak.
*Raining continues*
'Cold.' Ragnar exclaims, wanting to get up… his weak skinny arms and legs not helping him in doing so.
Ding!!
[Warning! Host body temperature is decreasing. Suggest the host to have a hot meal and take a hot shower.]
The holographic plate once again popping infront of Ragnar.
'Ugh!' Ragnar grunted, ignoring the notification… he began ruffling through the mud feeling his body slowly shrinking inside the muddy land.
Haa…
Haa….
Ragnar roughly breathed, feeling some bugs crawling through his skin as he shook his body, unsuccessful in shaking those crawling bugs.
'Whatever situation I currently am in. I first need to figure a way out of this filth.' Ragnar thought, feeling his eyes blinded by the muds… he began crawling straightaway.
He used both his skinny arm to drag his body, unknown to any direction.
He only hoped to get out of this filth, as he struggled his body out of the muddy ground.
The rain having no sign of stopping, cold breezes making Ragnar shiver.
"Arghh!" Ragnar painfully groaned, feeling a big biting through his thigh flesh.
Haa…
Ragnar breathed in shiver, his hope being only to crawl forward.
'Am I in hell?' Ragnar questioned in pain, guessing from the situation he was in and the karma's he had down his life.
*Bugs rattling noises*
The bug's noises made Ragnar more stiffer, as he more hurriedly crawled his way through.
No humans near his air, only garbage thrown around the place.
'Haaa… Haa… ughh!!' Ragnar grunted in pain, as the wild white bugs chewed off his flesh slowly and sluggishly.
Crawl!
Crawl!
Ragnar who happened to endure the pain, after getting his chest thrust by a spear.
'I first had my heart thrust out of my chest by a spear and now these bugs feasting on my flesh. Fuck you gods, they definitely have a heart in this too.' he cursed out loudly, though his throat dry till the point he could only cough and cuss in his mind.
He mindlessly crawled and crawled until he arrived at a deadend.
*Bugs rattling*
"Ugh!" Ragnar grunted, his head smacked into a nearby object.
"A human?... A human!! Is he okay, fuck he is getting chewed off by mud bugs. Gosh" shouted a soldier wearing brown armour and a helmet, carrying a sword.
He quickly called his fellow soldiers, looking at the worn out Ragnar.
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Author: Dark_Crown98