Chapter 174: 174 – A Massacre
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Lirian felt anger like never before, at the fact that some little shitty mortals dared to point their weapons at him after he had saved all of their lives.
It was the same as his days of being cursed, no matter how much he tried to help people to get them to accept him they repaid his kindness with insults and malicious attacks.
He was so furious that he didn't even care about the laws that were reacting to his emotions and that everyone present could see them forming reacting to the godly essences that were hidden within his body.
'So, it would appear that it wasn't just the curse that made people like that, it is simply the nature of all sentient beings to be ungrateful, to be cruel, to repay kindness with treachery,' Lirian realised.
'Perhaps this is what I was meant to learn from this conflux of fate, perhaps this was a lesson I needed to learn so that I do not foolishly believe in people now that I'm free of the curse,' thought Lirian
Lirian stepped over the corpse and approached the rest of the group, "Well then come at me and let me show you how I decide your lives."
Lirian gestured at them and slightly restrained his aura, he wanted to show these fools what true despair felt like.
He wanted them to understand that even with their painstaking efforts to cultivate they were nothing in front of him who didn't cultivate a single day during his current life.
Despite his currently weakened state he wanted to show them that with all their effort it would be impossible for them to lay so much as a scratch on him.
The group looked to each-other and glanced around seeing that no one was going to help them, even the other members of the extraction team weren't coming to their rescue, as they had all heard Lirian's words.
Some of the people from the group tried to run and hide in the crowds, but everyone stepped away from them like they were a plague not giving them a chance to hide.
Clearly the students were just as fearful of Lirian and if they helped the thirty fools they were afraid that he'd aim his blade at them.
"What's the matter? Where did all of your courage go to from a few minutes ago?" Lirian asked while facing them.
They all trembled, just looking at him and that reddish aura around him made it impossible for them to not be pressured.
Lirian could feel the growing fear around them and chuckled, "I do have some good news for you lot, after today you will all be remembered in stories,"
"Not by name however," Lirian said with sneering tone, "You lot will forever be known as the thirty fools, and your deaths will serve as a reminder in the world of the fate that awaits all of those that dare to oppose me."
"The world will thank you for your noble sacrifice," Lirian laughed and went forward to begin his slaughter.
As they heard Lirian's words the groups fury grew and it helped them to stop shaking like leaves in the wind, they grabbed onto their weapons tightly and charged forward.
Lirian felt that it was a pity that the group was only made of warriors after all it would make a better story if people from every focus were to attack him and he broke all of them, 'Well only warriors are so brainless to do such a thing,' Lirian reasoned with himself.
As the first warrior approached him the warrior clutched onto his sword with both hands and put all his power into a swipe.
Lirian put barely any effort into his counter, it looked like he was leisurely moving around in his own back yard as he ducked under the blade and delivered a quick kick to the side of the boys knee, not even a second passed and the boy fell down his leg bent into the form of an 'L' with a single kick from Lirian.
His cried of pain pierced every one's ears and in the next second it came to halt, as they looked at the seen they saw Lirian holding a lump of meat coloured red with fresh blood flowing from it, the lump of meat still pumped furiously as if not realizing that it had it already it's owners body.
The boy fell down with a pained expression still etched on his face and a thin wound could be seen on his back, it was flowing with blood and despite being so small and neat, they could tell that his heart had been ripped from than point.
Lirian had taken a person down in faster than a second even those that were right behind him couldn't react, and while they were still processing what had happened Lirian pounced into the group.
Lirian flipped through the air and spun sending both of his feet out and kicking, his legs caught two warriors on the neck and with the full weight of Lirian and his skill being channelled through those kicks their head spun around.
Their necks snapped and yet their heads continued to spin around in circles, it spun once in pun twice, it went around a third time continued to spin until the skin on their necks tore and their heads fell free from their bodies.
Lirian used the force from his kicks to propel himself up and in the next instance when he came back down he used his full weight to smash in someone's head, and their head sunk into their chest making it look like their head had was cut off and their chest expanded by two times.
With every strike that Lirian dealt he killed someone, but if they didn't die they were in so much pain that they would long for death.
There was however only one person that had been attacked multiple times yet still survived, it was the boy who had first pointed his sword at Lirian and Edith.
It wasn't because he was good that he survived it was because he was being dismembered by Lirian between his every kill.
At first the boy thought that he got lucky when only a chunk of flesh from his bicep was ripped from his body leaving a huge indent in his arm, but then his felt an ear get ripped off, then he was flipped in the air and a finger was twisted and pulled off his body.
It was only then that he realised that he was being toyed with by Lirian, when Lirian came to attack him again he tried to use his life-hierarchy suppression to force Lirian into submission, but then that strange red aura around Lirian went wild.
It seemed to have a life of its own as it went completely furious, as if it couldn't believe that someone was trying to make its master submit to them.
The aura crept into his body and filled his body with incomparable pain it was as if it was splitting the cells in his body and he fell to the ground with blood pouring from his every orifice.
He couldn't even do anything after that as if he was paralyzed, he could only lie down on the blacked ground and watch as Lirian tore through the group with ease.
They all did everything they could, forcing their energy onto their blades and using the best forms that they knew, but Lirian weaved in and out of them as if he knew what their every move was going to be.
He was bear handed while they had weapons yet they couldn't even touch the fabric of his clothes as he tore ripped them into pieces in a savage display of his strength.
The boys tears and blood mixed together as he knew that he'd be dead, but he did have one last piece of solace in the back of his mind, as he thought back to the day from before he left for the expedition.
The headmaster had gathered many of the commoner students and given them certain tasks, and from the things the headmaster was hinting at, it seemed an awful lot like he was trying to kill Lirian.
At that moment the last person fell and Lirian came strolling up to him and dragged him up to his feet.
"Do you have any last words of regret or perhaps something foolish that I can think back too so that I can laugh?" Lirian asked with a ridiculed tone.
The boy knew that he was dead so he didn't show anymore fear and his blood and tear stained face formed a slight smile, "You might kill me but you won't survive this expedition," he laughed.
But contrary to his expectations Lirian didn't show any sign of being taken aback and instead he came closer to the boy's ear and whispered so that only he could hear.
"Do you really think that Telamon stands a chance against me?" Lirian chuckled in his hear, making his heart race in fright.
"I've know about all of Telamons little birdies for ages, including you Tirian, and thank you for confirming my suspicions of Telamon's plans," Tirian eyes shrunk as Lirian said his name so clearly as if he had known it all his life.
Lirian had already learned about every last one of Telamons little spies by using the system and it could easily identify them.
Lirian pulled back and laughed, "I sincerely thank you for your bottomless stupidity," Lirian said and plunged his thumbs into Tirian's eyes.
With a final movement Lirian raised his limp body and smashed his skull onto the ground.
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Lirian felt anger like never before, at the fact that some little shitty mortals dared to point their weapons at him after he had saved all of their lives.
It was the same as his days of being cursed, no matter how much he tried to help people to get them to accept him they repaid his kindness with insults and malicious attacks.
He was so furious that he didn't even care about the laws that were reacting to his emotions and that everyone present could see them forming reacting to the godly essences that were hidden within his body.
'So, it would appear that it wasn't just the curse that made people like that, it is simply the nature of all sentient beings to be ungrateful, to be cruel, to repay kindness with treachery,' Lirian realised.
'Perhaps this is what I was meant to learn from this conflux of fate, perhaps this was a lesson I needed to learn so that I do not foolishly believe in people now that I'm free of the curse,' thought Lirian
Lirian stepped over the corpse and approached the rest of the group, "Well then come at me and let me show you how I decide your lives."
Lirian gestured at them and slightly restrained his aura, he wanted to show these fools what true despair felt like.
He wanted them to understand that even with their painstaking efforts to cultivate they were nothing in front of him who didn't cultivate a single day during his current life.
Despite his currently weakened state he wanted to show them that with all their effort it would be impossible for them to lay so much as a scratch on him.
The group looked to each-other and glanced around seeing that no one was going to help them, even the other members of the extraction team weren't coming to their rescue, as they had all heard Lirian's words.
Some of the people from the group tried to run and hide in the crowds, but everyone stepped away from them like they were a plague not giving them a chance to hide.
Clearly the students were just as fearful of Lirian and if they helped the thirty fools they were afraid that he'd aim his blade at them.
"What's the matter? Where did all of your courage go to from a few minutes ago?" Lirian asked while facing them.
They all trembled, just looking at him and that reddish aura around him made it impossible for them to not be pressured.
Lirian could feel the growing fear around them and chuckled, "I do have some good news for you lot, after today you will all be remembered in stories,"
"Not by name however," Lirian said with sneering tone, "You lot will forever be known as the thirty fools, and your deaths will serve as a reminder in the world of the fate that awaits all of those that dare to oppose me."
"The world will thank you for your noble sacrifice," Lirian laughed and went forward to begin his slaughter.
As they heard Lirian's words the groups fury grew and it helped them to stop shaking like leaves in the wind, they grabbed onto their weapons tightly and charged forward.
Lirian felt that it was a pity that the group was only made of warriors after all it would make a better story if people from every focus were to attack him and he broke all of them, 'Well only warriors are so brainless to do such a thing,' Lirian reasoned with himself.
As the first warrior approached him the warrior clutched onto his sword with both hands and put all his power into a swipe.
Lirian put barely any effort into his counter, it looked like he was leisurely moving around in his own back yard as he ducked under the blade and delivered a quick kick to the side of the boys knee, not even a second passed and the boy fell down his leg bent into the form of an 'L' with a single kick from Lirian.
His cried of pain pierced every one's ears and in the next second it came to halt, as they looked at the seen they saw Lirian holding a lump of meat coloured red with fresh blood flowing from it, the lump of meat still pumped furiously as if not realizing that it had it already it's owners body.
The boy fell down with a pained expression still etched on his face and a thin wound could be seen on his back, it was flowing with blood and despite being so small and neat, they could tell that his heart had been ripped from than point.
Lirian had taken a person down in faster than a second even those that were right behind him couldn't react, and while they were still processing what had happened Lirian pounced into the group.
Lirian flipped through the air and spun sending both of his feet out and kicking, his legs caught two warriors on the neck and with the full weight of Lirian and his skill being channelled through those kicks their head spun around.
Their necks snapped and yet their heads continued to spin around in circles, it spun once in pun twice, it went around a third time continued to spin until the skin on their necks tore and their heads fell free from their bodies.
Lirian used the force from his kicks to propel himself up and in the next instance when he came back down he used his full weight to smash in someone's head, and their head sunk into their chest making it look like their head had was cut off and their chest expanded by two times.
With every strike that Lirian dealt he killed someone, but if they didn't die they were in so much pain that they would long for death.
There was however only one person that had been attacked multiple times yet still survived, it was the boy who had first pointed his sword at Lirian and Edith.
It wasn't because he was good that he survived it was because he was being dismembered by Lirian between his every kill.
At first the boy thought that he got lucky when only a chunk of flesh from his bicep was ripped from his body leaving a huge indent in his arm, but then his felt an ear get ripped off, then he was flipped in the air and a finger was twisted and pulled off his body.
It was only then that he realised that he was being toyed with by Lirian, when Lirian came to attack him again he tried to use his life-hierarchy suppression to force Lirian into submission, but then that strange red aura around Lirian went wild.
It seemed to have a life of its own as it went completely furious, as if it couldn't believe that someone was trying to make its master submit to them.
The aura crept into his body and filled his body with incomparable pain it was as if it was splitting the cells in his body and he fell to the ground with blood pouring from his every orifice.
He couldn't even do anything after that as if he was paralyzed, he could only lie down on the blacked ground and watch as Lirian tore through the group with ease.
They all did everything they could, forcing their energy onto their blades and using the best forms that they knew, but Lirian weaved in and out of them as if he knew what their every move was going to be.
He was bear handed while they had weapons yet they couldn't even touch the fabric of his clothes as he tore ripped them into pieces in a savage display of his strength.
The boys tears and blood mixed together as he knew that he'd be dead, but he did have one last piece of solace in the back of his mind, as he thought back to the day from before he left for the expedition.
The headmaster had gathered many of the commoner students and given them certain tasks, and from the things the headmaster was hinting at, it seemed an awful lot like he was trying to kill Lirian.
At that moment the last person fell and Lirian came strolling up to him and dragged him up to his feet.
"Do you have any last words of regret or perhaps something foolish that I can think back too so that I can laugh?" Lirian asked with a ridiculed tone.
The boy knew that he was dead so he didn't show anymore fear and his blood and tear stained face formed a slight smile, "You might kill me but you won't survive this expedition," he laughed.
But contrary to his expectations Lirian didn't show any sign of being taken aback and instead he came closer to the boy's ear and whispered so that only he could hear.
"Do you really think that Telamon stands a chance against me?" Lirian chuckled in his hear, making his heart race in fright.
"I've know about all of Telamons little birdies for ages, including you Tirian, and thank you for confirming my suspicions of Telamon's plans," Tirian eyes shrunk as Lirian said his name so clearly as if he had known it all his life.
Lirian had already learned about every last one of Telamons little spies by using the system and it could easily identify them.
Lirian pulled back and laughed, "I sincerely thank you for your bottomless stupidity," Lirian said and plunged his thumbs into Tirian's eyes.
With a final movement Lirian raised his limp body and smashed his skull onto the ground.
Lirian felt anger like never before, at the fact that some little shitty mortals dared to point their weapons at him after he had saved all of their lives. It was the same as his days of being cursed, no matter how much he tried to help people to get them to accept him they repaid his kindness with insults and malicious attacks. He was so furious that he didn't even care about the laws that were reacting to his emotions and that everyone present could see them forming reacting to the godly essences that were hidden within his body. 'So, it would appear that it wasn't just the curse that made people like that, it is simply the nature of all sentient beings to be ungrateful, to be cruel, to repay kindness with treachery,' Lirian realised. 'Perhaps this is what I was meant to learn from this conflux of fate, perhaps this was a lesson I needed to learn so that I do not foolishly believe in people now that I'm free of the curse,' thought Lirian Lirian stepped over the corpse and approached the rest of the group, "Well then come at me and let me show you how I decide your lives." Lirian gestured at them and slightly restrained his aura, he wanted to show these fools what true despair felt like. He wanted them to understand that even with their painstaking efforts to cultivate they were nothing in front of him who didn't cultivate a single day during his current life. Despite his currently weakened state he wanted to show them that with all their effort it would be impossible for them to lay so much as a scratch on him. The group looked to each-other and glanced around seeing that no one was going to help them, even the other members of the extraction team weren't coming to their rescue, as they had all heard Lirian's words. Some of the people from the group tried to run and hide in the crowds, but everyone stepped away from them like they were a plague not giving them a chance to hide. Clearly the students were just as fearful of Lirian and if they helped the thirty fools they were afraid that he'd aim his blade at them. "What's the matter? Where did all of your courage go to from a few minutes ago?" Lirian asked while facing them. They all trembled, just looking at him and that reddish aura around him made it impossible for them to not be pressured. Lirian could feel the growing fear around them and chuckled, "I do have some good news for you lot, after today you will all be remembered in stories," "Not by name however," Lirian said with sneering tone, "You lot will forever be known as the thirty fools, and your deaths will serve as a reminder in the world of the fate that awaits all of those that dare to oppose me." "The world will thank you for your noble sacrifice," Lirian laughed and went forward to begin his slaughter. As they heard Lirian's words the groups fury grew and it helped them to stop shaking like leaves in the wind, they grabbed onto their weapons tightly and charged forward. Lirian felt that it was a pity that the group was only made of warriors after all it would make a better story if people from every focus were to attack him and he broke all of them, 'Well only warriors are so brainless to do such a thing,' Lirian reasoned with himself. As the first warrior approached him the warrior clutched onto his sword with both hands and put all his power into a swipe. Lirian put barely any effort into his counter, it looked like he was leisurely moving around in his own back yard as he ducked under the blade and delivered a quick kick to the side of the boys knee, not even a second passed and the boy fell down his leg bent into the form of an 'L' with a single kick from Lirian. His cried of pain pierced every one's ears and in the next second it came to halt, as they looked at the seen they saw Lirian holding a lump of meat coloured red with fresh blood flowing from it, the lump of meat still pumped furiously as if not realizing that it had it already it's owners body. The boy fell down with a pained expression still etched on his face and a thin wound could be seen on his back, it was flowing with blood and despite being so small and neat, they could tell that his heart had been ripped from than point. Lirian had taken a person down in faster than a second even those that were right behind him couldn't react, and while they were still processing what had happened Lirian pounced into the group. Lirian flipped through the air and spun sending both of his feet out and kicking, his legs caught two warriors on the neck and with the full weight of Lirian and his skill being channelled through those kicks their head spun around. Their necks snapped and yet their heads continued to spin around in circles, it spun once in pun twice, it went around a third time continued to spin until the skin on their necks tore and their heads fell free from their bodies. Lirian used the force from his kicks to propel himself up and in the next instance when he came back down he used his full weight to smash in someone's head, and their head sunk into their chest making it look like their head had was cut off and their chest expanded by two times. With every strike that Lirian dealt he killed someone, but if they didn't die they were in so much pain that they would long for death. There was however only one person that had been attacked multiple times yet still survived, it was the boy who had first pointed his sword at Lirian and Edith. It wasn't because he was good that he survived it was because he was being dismembered by Lirian between his every kill. At first the boy thought that he got lucky when only a chunk of flesh from his bicep was ripped from his body leaving a huge indent in his arm, but then his felt an ear get ripped off, then he was flipped in the air and a finger was twisted and pulled off his body. It was only then that he realised that he was being toyed with by Lirian, when Lirian came to attack him again he tried to use his life-hierarchy suppression to force Lirian into submission, but then that strange red aura around Lirian went wild. It seemed to have a life of its own as it went completely furious, as if it couldn't believe that someone was trying to make its master submit to them. The aura crept into his body and filled his body with incomparable pain it was as if it was splitting the cells in his body and he fell to the ground with blood pouring from his every orifice. He couldn't even do anything after that as if he was paralyzed, he could only lie down on the blacked ground and watch as Lirian tore through the group with ease. They all did everything they could, forcing their energy onto their blades and using the best forms that they knew, but Lirian weaved in and out of them as if he knew what their every move was going to be. He was bear handed while they had weapons yet they couldn't even touch the fabric of his clothes as he tore ripped them into pieces in a savage display of his strength. The boys tears and blood mixed together as he knew that he'd be dead, but he did have one last piece of solace in the back of his mind, as he thought back to the day from before he left for the expedition. The headmaster had gathered many of the commoner students and given them certain tasks, and from the things the headmaster was hinting at, it seemed an awful lot like he was trying to kill Lirian. At that moment the last person fell and Lirian came strolling up to him and dragged him up to his feet. "Do you have any last words of regret or perhaps something foolish that I can think back too so that I can laugh?" Lirian asked with a ridiculed tone. The boy knew that he was dead so he didn't show anymore fear and his blood and tear stained face formed a slight smile, "You might kill me but you won't survive this expedition," he laughed. But contrary to his expectations Lirian didn't show any sign of being taken aback and instead he came closer to the boy's ear and whispered so that only he could hear. "Do you really think that Telamon stands a chance against me?" Lirian chuckled in his hear, making his heart race in fright. "I've know about all of Telamons little birdies for ages, including you Tirian, and thank you for confirming my suspicions of Telamon's plans," Tirian eyes shrunk as Lirian said his name so clearly as if he had known it all his life. Lirian had already learned about every last one of Telamons little spies by using the system and it could easily identify them. Lirian pulled back and laughed, "I sincerely thank you for your bottomless stupidity," Lirian said and plunged his thumbs into Tirian's eyes. With a final movement Lirian raised his limp body and smashed his skull onto the ground.
