4 The last war of Humanity (4)

The slightly shaking walls and the sound of broken trees interrupted his inner thoughts. In the distance, a titan of flesh almost as high as the fortress itself emerged from the nearby forest, ripping out and sending out with every step century-old pines that flew like twigs. The titan of flesh was running at full speed in its direction like a big excited kid in front of a packet of candy.

But as he looked closer, he had more immediate problems. Two monsters resembling giant, deformed dogs like the ones that had just attacked the group of warriors climbed the rubble of the collapsed fortress walls.

Mars hastened to pick up the two large swords from the lifeless hands of his comrades.

Mars weighed the two swords in his hands. The blades of both swords were as heavy and strong as their almost two meters in length would suggest. Such absurd weapons would have been totally impossible for normal men to handle, but finer weapons could not withstand the struggle against the imposing bodies of monsters and demons.

The two blades lit up with a silvery light when Mars enhanced their enchantment with his own magic, and when the two monsters came screaming close, Mars sent the two weapons using his telekinesis.

Under the effect of his telekinetic magic and guided by his mind, the tip of the sword penetrated the eye of the first monster so quickly that it almost nailed it in place, while the other weapon separated the body horizontally from the other monster along its entire length.

The nearest threat had been eliminated, but the titan of flesh approached at full speed.

He took a short moment to calm his dying spirit and concentrate, focusing his will to a degree that would consume the titan's spirit when he unleashed his psychic fury upon it. He could feel on the surface of his mind the blind hunger as much as the vicious intentions of the grotesque assembly of humanoid meat. The obscene and vicious smile on the titan's grotesque face evoked a macabre parody of humanity.

Creaking under tension, he directed his attention to the immense creature that was now dangerously close to his position. Its fat and deformed body waddled with every step, and the thousands of human faces on the surface of its body screamed and groaned in a horrifying cacophony.

Once ready, guided by the weight of his will, Mars unleashed all the fury of his psychic powers on the spirit of the titan of flesh. Under the effect of the attack the stupid spirit of the titan was blown out like the flame of a candle under the effect of a storm, and the silhouette of the artificial creature, born of black rituals, collapsed the next instant like a meat puppet whose threads were cut.

The abominable existence, created with the fused bodies of children, men and women still alive and kept intact by unspeakable sorcery, began to die slowly, and then when the magic dissipated from its body, the cries of pain, tears and supplications disappeared. The nightmare of the unfortunate people who had prayed daily for death finally came to an end.

Mars fell from exhaustion, his knees touched the ground, followed by the rest of his body. The mental strain of the psychic attack had been almost fatal to his already exhausted mind from the many battles, and even with the powerful blessings of the Gods and the support of the arts of the soul, his ruined body threatened to break at any moment.

Mars concentrated to observe the telepathic network, but detected no presence on it. Was everyone dead?

Observing the many corpses around him, he desperately searched for other warriors still alive to join his efforts with theirs, but he found no one. Yet just when he thought it was all over, he picked up a psychic call filled with distress mixed with despair resonating from inside the city. His fears had not yet been fully realized.

Detecting the direction from which the psychic signal was coming, Mars realized that the great enchanted stone gates that protected the entrance to the city were open. Using his magic, he flew through the labyrinths of corridors at almost supersonic speed, before arriving at the source of the signal.

He then arrived in front of the entrance to the ritual chamber at the top and in the heart of the fortress. Scattered flesh and pieces of bone were scattered left and right in the dark corridor. Puddles of blood that had accumulated on the stone floor flooded his armored boots. There were human, monster and demon corpses, and the Durazon-made golems that usually guarded the entrance had been turned into melted and burned metal pieces. When he entered the room he perceived no life forms, only corpses and an incredible concentration of magical energy that came from a magical matrix in the center of the room.

"Huh? I was sure the call was coming from here, but there's no one there."