49 Chapter 48: Defense

[3 Year Time Skip]

Pulling out his delicately detailed and beautifully crafted giant two-handed broad sword, he watched the red blood of the giant behemoth fall to the dirt, coloring it in brass and bronze as fire and ash rained from the skies- Arrows started to rain from above, he only looked at them as they stopped mid-air, all of the millions of arrows just stood there for a few seconds before they were sent back towards the enemy's army. "I absolutely love this!" Mokzaxirrathan turned to look at his beloved, whose fingers danced as he pulled and weaved energy from nature itself, hail and a blizzard falling in one side of the battlefield while fire and ash fell on the other side. "I adore this sword as much i love you, my dear!" Kissing his lips were an experience in itself now that they were killing more and more, trying to stop an army from invading their forest.

It's been 3 years, and ever month there's an invasion or attack sent out by Tiamat, well, so it was for the first year- This is the last invasion they had in 6 months now, and they are having a flirtatiously good time committing genocide against an entire army of several thousands of humanoid dragons that serve Tiamat, the Chromatic Goddess. They've been using the very same method to defend their territory, which was simple and effective: Murdering the entire enemy army with powerful attacks, Náttúrumaður could make a volcano erupt in the middle of the battle field and then freeze the whole army, if the fire and magma didn't kill them, the could would, and if the could wouldn't, then the shock of temperatures would.

"Keep your eyes in the battle!" Nátt shouted as his back bended in a weird shape, his bones melting as he turned around and dodged a powerfully thrown javelin, Mokza only looked at the man as a crown of eyes brusted out of his neck, forming a circle around his head as he stared at the man, who quickly turned into a pile of flesh and blood that crawled towards the closet person and began to pull them in. "How can i keep my eyes on the battlefield when you're here!?" Mokza laughed loudly as his arms swung the enormous sword, in one swipe he took out six people, all cut in half by the powerful slashing and sharp edge of his weapon crafted by none other than Náttúrumaður himself. The blood around the blade suddenly was sucked into the sword, making it pulse with energy-

Well, fun fact!

This sword is in fact, alive. Well, not alive in a way that both you and me are alive, but alive in a way that it has a basic form of sentience, it knows its "mother" and its "father", since to make the sword it was used both Mokzaxirrathan's and Náttúrumaður's blood and bones, as well as dragon bones, pure magic, crystallized purified water, and an essence of Mokzaxirrathan's own divinity that he developed, making the sword into both their firstborn technical child, and Mokza's divine vessel. "I think you should go Blood Blade on!" Nátt suggested and Mokza's eyes glowed with excitement as the sword in his hand suddenly melted, fusing with his skin and muscles, becoming part of his arm-The blade and sword itself turned completely red as blood from the ground started to rise up and fuse with the blade, making it grow bigger and bigger, until it was bigger than Nátt's whole body- So, the blade was bigger than 6 feet.

This blade had a unique property, it could absorb almost anything, and make itself better. It was due to Mokzaxirrathan's divinity- The Divinity of Hunger, which made him hungry more often, hungry for food, for power, for sex (Which was the most common, always, Mokza was already wanting to fuck all the time), hungry for anything he put his into- This was both a blessing and a curse, since unless he got what he wanted, he would always feel the need to have it, unless Náttúrumaður removed that need by distracting him from his targeted need into a more carnal and fun need...

Sex, it all goes back to sex.

Anyway, back to the battlefield! We can see qs Mokza swings the sword once as a red slash flies out of his weapon, cutting the battlefield in half for miles forward, and since they're not inside the Holy Forest (a.k.a their territory), he can go all out on this one. He chuckled madly as three copies of this weapon grew out of his back, like horrendous spider legs, that moved and slashed as he dashed through the battlefield with a huge grin on his face, killing everything and anything. All blood that was spilled was absorbed by the blades, and soon it started to absorb whole pieces of flesh and bone, soon it started to absorb entire bodies- One single touch from the blade, and you would be eaten alive by it.

It was a horrifying sight- Four large swords with eyes, mouths, teeth, tongues, fingers, and even hair and tumors growing out of the blades, pulsing with blood inside them as well as power, yellow pus dripping from the flesh wounds on the sword that fused tightly to their father's arms, sharing their mad happiness at causing a massacre once again.

He was slashing away at the fleeing enemies with mad glee, he had killed them all, he was looking for something else to kill when he heard the voice: "Dear." And soon every thought was gone from his head, he had only ine objective, and that objective was to find his love and hug him, kiss him, make love to him, breed him deeply. His body was clean, expect for the mud on his feet, his armor was his own scaled flesh, his clothes were none existent after his small outburst of energy that burned his body...

"Baby, you're back now right?" He nodded as his arms wrapped around him- He could always come back to himself whenever he heard Nátt's voice calling for him, he could always come back.