Chapter 13)Meeting with family

//This is a warning from the author. This chapter will be extremely brutal and bloody. Read carefully

In Midgard.

Strolling down a well-traveled path, a cloaked traveler gazed upon a reasonably prosperous city. Wooden houses stood close together, and bustling townsfolk filled the streets, going about their daily lives.

Expansive wheat fields stretched before the city, where diligent peasants toiled under the sun. At the heart of the settlement stood a castle, encircled by sturdy stone walls. Lights flickered in the castle's windows, and guards clad in iron chainmail patrolled the perimeter.

August beheld his birthplace, his countenance tinged with sorrow. For he could sense an abundance of dark energy and demonic power permeating the city. Moreover, he detected hidden sorcerers who emitted an unmistakable aura of dark miasma, a telltale sign of failed experiments or forbidden rituals.

August continued along the road, and the townsfolk respectfully made way for him, bowing in reverence. Some even showered him with petals of various flowers, celebrating his return. The royal guards swiftly arrived to flank the road, ensuring his unimpeded passage. Amidst the crowd, he caught sight of a couple of wary wizards, their gaze fixed upon him.

They must have sensed the deathly energy emanating from his armor. Nonetheless, he had managed to conceal his aura of death during his journey home. However, those molded by this force still exuded an air of morbidity.

Approaching the castle walls, August observed as the grand gates swung open. The guards bowed respectfully, their vigilant eyes scanning for any intruders attempting to enter the lord's domain.

Stepping inside, August ventured along the lavishly adorned corridor. Elaborate paintings and delicate calligraphy adorned the walls, while near the doors, decorative armors gleamed with golden embellishments.

On his way, he caught sight of diligent maids diligently wiping away dust and dirt, tending to the castle's cleanliness. Their presence evoked memories of his carefree childhood when he would frolic through the halls, playfully evading the maids' grasp. His mother would scold him for such mischief, but those moments were forever etched in his mind. Tragically, she had perished during a ritual that granted him immense magical abilities.

Following her demise, a church employee had taken him under their wing, teaching him to read and write while recounting tales of legendary gods and valiant heroes who vanquished malevolent monsters, bestowing their gifts upon chosen champions.

But before his departure, that mentor had fallen victim to a dark wizard's sacrificial rite, a heinous act aimed at harnessing even greater power. Regrettably, the wizard had eluded capture, denying August the opportunity for retribution. Yet now, he had other pressing matters to attend to, ones that demanded his utmost attention.

Entering the throne room, Augustus saw his father, who was talking with a courtier. Noticing me, he recalled him for another meeting and joyfully got up from the throne to hug him.

"My son, you're finally back. Since you're here, you were able to find new knowledge and comprehend the secrets of magic that I sent you to look for. With you, we will finally be able to conquer neighboring cities and my power will spread even further. Come on, my son, tell your father about your achievements."

"I have indeed found a legacy and learned the secrets of quite strong magic. So don't worry, I've got power that you never even dreamed of. "

"Oh, how wonderful, come on, let's start gathering troops soon..."

But before the man could continue, the dark blade pierced through his body.

"My son ... why?"

"You only want war and destruction to summon dark entities into this world, and I can't allow that."

The man could not say anything more, because he was lying on the floor and dying. Two knights quickly ran into the hall and saw their provost lying on the floor and bleeding to death.

He ran to the front to help the Lord, but Augustus swung his sword and with a quick and precise blow he cut off two heads. The dead bodies fell to the ground. The rest of the guards immediately realized that the son of the Lord had risen and began to attack him.

August was able to deflect blows and cut down his opponents. Each swing of the sword cut off the hands and heads of the knights running in. The palace wizards stood far away from the fight and prepared spells. August saw this and using his strength, he quickly pulled them out. With a wave of his sword, he cut off their hands with their magic wands.

"Aaaaa"

"He's gone crazy!!!"

"He's possessed by a demon! "

People were shouting around the castle, but August didn't pay attention to it. He walked through the castle and killed everyone he met. He was ruthless and efficient. Each of his blows took more than one life.

In one of the rooms of the castle, he saw very young children who were huddled in a corner and crying. Having dealt another blow, he continued his bloody path.

Coming out of the castle, Ying saw a city that was no longer so prosperous. Wizards and demons devoured people to be filled with the strength to fight him.

Augustus raised his blade and spoke. "I am August Quade, today I ask the Goddess of Death to open a passage to Helheim so that all souls in this city can be judged and so that the dark creatures know what death means."

Plunging the blade deep into the ground, a crack opened in the sky, which eclipsed the sun and froze the water. Everyone in the city started screaming and running away in panic, but no one could escape from this ritual. In the end, everyone will die and go to the world of the dead.

Augustus himself looked at the rapidly descending city and began to leave it. All such opening a passage to Helheim cost him a lot of strength, even though it is a one-way passage with minimal stability so that souls can get into the world of death.

Every wizard, demon, and dark creature will die and will not be able to escape. But such an event disturbed the protection of the planet and soon a lot of sorcerers responsible for the protection of the world will appear.

"The protectors, a bunch of hypocrites who just seek power, just show up when the demon is already summoned and deal with it. They have never prevented mass sacrifices in rituals, and yet they call themselves defenders of the world from otherworldly threats."

August was looking at a dead city that had been imbued with dark energies and demonic power before. Now he smelled only of death. "Before death, everyone is equal."

August threw his hood over his head and went on to look for dark wizards and hiding weak, but still demons. He has a lot of work to do before the world is cleansed.

After a few fleeting moments, the passage to Helheim sealed shut, and in its wake, numerous portals materialized, disgorging fully armed sorcerers who swiftly dispersed to investigate the aftermath.

The Supreme Sorcerer emerged last, surveying the remnants of the ravaged city with a grave expression. "It has begun," he murmured to himself, realizing the urgency of his mission. "I must expedite our efforts. This tragedy will not remain an isolated event. Earth's defenses must be fortified to thwart not only the dimensional lords' attempts at opening vast passages but also the incursion of smaller interdimensional portals."

"But Master, won't such measures hinder young wizards from accessing portals?" a concerned disciple interjected.

"Indeed, it will pose a challenge for them," the Supreme Sorcerer acknowledged, his gaze unwavering. "However, it is a necessary sacrifice to strengthen our planet's protection. We cannot simply contend with a few feeble demons continually breaching our realm. A multitude of new threats will arise, surpassing even Dormammu in peril."

"Then, Master, we should expand our ranks further. With our current numbers, we won't be able to handle the mounting perils across the globe," the disciple proposed.

"I am well aware of that," the Supreme Master responded, resolve etched upon his face. "I have already initiated the search for new talents. We require quality over quantity. Merely bolstering our ranks with weak sorcerers will not suffice."

As he spoke, the Supreme Master cleared away the debris, revealing a woman lying unconscious within a protective golden dome.

His disciple grasped the intentions of their teacher without a word, issuing orders to transport the woman to the temple for healing and to be welcomed as a new disciple.