Complete Annihilation

The sword saint lunged towards Gore wordlessly as purple mana flooded across his whole body. The dude was legitimately a flaming flamingo. 

The sword saint's blade headed towards Gore's face. Gore raised his sword and pushed the sword saint back as he slid his blade along the length of the sword saint's.

Gore sidestepped as he freed his blade, and he brought it down towards the man's neck. As the blade was about to slice through the man's neck, it stopped short as it slammed against the purple Aura that covered the sword saint's entire body.

Gore could move far faster than the sword saint and he had a far larger weapon, but he could not pierce the Aura that covered the sword saint's entire body. 

The sword saint frowned and then brought his blade down towards Gore's arm. Gore dodged the weapon and then brought his own blade back down on top of the Aura covering but was deflected again. 

The sword saint backed up a step as his Aura flickered, almost unnoticeably. The sword saint sighed. "You have so much raw power, but your technique… Well, it's lacking to say the least. Do you know what a sword path is?"

He grinned. "Let me show it to you. Carry the memory into the afterlife."

Gore gripped his blade and pointed towards the sword saint as he talked. He charged his weapon with Mana, and he fired a fireball at the sword saint as he finished speaking. 

The sword saint was knocked down to the ground, and his Aura was completely extinguished. Gore's movements became a blur as he brought his blade through the sword saint's neck.

Gore chuckled as the sword saint's head tumbled across the dirt. "That's my sword path."

Gore turned away from the corpse towards the hole in the gate. He saw Lintos and his Aura knights holding it well enough, but they were faltering as Aura knights began to pour through the hole instead of just men-at-arms. 

Gore shouted. "Lintos! Move aside."

Even as two Aura knights were stepping through the hole in the gate, Gore was charging a fireball up on the tip of his sword. As he stepped back, he released it. 

The fireball just narrowly missed Lintos and two of his knights as they had looked at Gore and then leaped to the side. The enemy knights coming through the gate were not as lucky. There were four of them in total with Aura on their swords, but that flashy purple glow did nothing to protect them. As the fireball smashed against them, they were burnt to ashes and molten clumps of metal.

Gore dashed over the roasted smelling bodies, and he guarded the gap with his sword as more knights came through the hole. 

Perhaps if the thousands of knights had all been able to group up on Gore at once, they could have killed him, but since they could only come through the gate two at a time, it was a wholesale slaughter. 

The knights with their Aura blades could block Gore's slashes and thrusts, but as they did, the force from the blow ran through their arms, shattering it completely. Blow after blow, Gore struck without ever letting the Knights get to him. 

Eventually, Gore began to tire again as his muscles were filling with lactic acid from the repetitive slashing and thrusting motions. He had already thrusted and slashed thousands upon thousands of times. Even then, as pain and numbness grew up his arm to his shoulders, he kept swinging like a maniac, amped by Mana. 

Another twenty minutes passed, and the piles of Knight corpses grew high to the left and right, thousands on each side full of men with lifeless eyes. The smell that came from the piles of men grew worse and worse as hours passed. Swarms of flies and birds of carrion flocked above the castle in near solid masses as if a beacon to warn warfaring travelers to avoid the area. 

 As the last man had come through the gate, Gore stepped through the gate. There was one last man far away watching in seeming disbelief on his huge white horse surrounded by hundreds of other horses that were grazing calmly on the grass around where they had been staked down. 

That man was Tyros, king of Alios. As he saw Gore come out through the gate, he spurred his horse and began to head away from the castle. But Gore, with the last traces of Mana in his body, amped his legs and chased after the king like a juggernaut that could not be stopped. 

Gore brought his blade around on its flat and slammed Tyros across his armored chest with the blade ripping his legs off his stirrups and sending him flying off towards the ground. 

Tyros bounced, skidded, and rolled through the dirt after the impact. His beautiful armor was bent in the middle and covered in dirt. Blood leaked down from his mouth as he slowly turned his head upwards. Gore was there looking down at him with a frown that could curdle any milk. "Who the hell are you?"

The king coughed up blood as he tried to speak, but then his head grew limp and he collapsed back to the ground, completely unconscious. 

Gore sighed and muttered to himself. "This cowardly man will give me answers, I just hope he doesn't die before then."

Gore grabbed Tyros by the middle and carried him back towards the castle. 

When Lintos saw Tyros, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He had already seemed extremely tired, but when he saw Alios' king, his body was spiked with even more adrenaline. He stuttered as Gore approached. "Th-that's Tyros… Do you all know what this means? I was already surprised about the sword saint… Why the hell did they come here?!"

Gore raised an eyebrow. "This coward is Alios' king? That makes me believe I could take over Alios extremely easily… I just need more men."

Lintos shook his head slowly. "This was not a weak army, Gore. You are practically a one man army. Without you… We would have all died. I don't know how I'm going to repay you."

Gore snorted snot up his nostrils and swallowed it. "Well, you can loot all of the corpses, take their gear, burn the bodies, ransom the king for a shitload of money, and then help me to find a bunch of men to recruit."

Lintos nodded slowly as he turned around to his men. "Alright, I'll let them know."

Gore grinned. "In the meantime, I'm going to get some rest, but I'll keep the king by my side since he is so valuable. It would be very sad if one of your soldiers came over and slit his throat… All that ransom money would be gone."

Lintos opened his mouth speechlessly as Gore walked off towards his warband with the king limply slung over his shoulder. After a minute, he shook his head and then began to direct his soldiers to quickly loot and get rid of all the bodies. Even with hundreds of men working, it took nearly six hours…