Carnage chapter 21

William was in a rage; it was the greatest battle he had ever taken part in, and with each step he took, some life faded away.

Like a tornado, he brought destruction in his way. So many warriors bravely tried to stop him, but it was in vain.

He was driven by animalistic instincts, and his strength and agility were cruel.

The carnage has begun.

The other Lycans were powerful, but William could influence the entire battlefield on his own; every cut he was given was healed for his regeneration on its own, but he fed while fighting, and the blood he ingested from his victims strengthened him every second the fight lasted. The greatest horror was that arrows crashed into his body and fell without wounding; his skin was very hard, and only powerful blows could hurt him.

The other Lycans, even if they were strong, were much more susceptible to injury; the bodies of many of them were full of wounds, but in a place full of 'healing elixir' it was very difficult for those wounds to remain for some time; only a few bites and their bodies were already ready for some more blows.

William moved swiftly across the battlefield, and with each blow of his own, one body became two, and they were mercilessly torn.

His beautiful white fur was now stained by all the blood that tinged him.

The Dothrakis needed to split into groups of 5 in a place with some space to have a chance against a Lycan tier 1, but they didn't have the chance. In seconds, they were besieged by several Lycans; their destinies were one; it was destiny to be massacred.

One thing had to be said: even if the Dothrakis were cruel people, they were good warriors and no doubt brave. They faced the Lycans without trembling, and even when they were face-to-face with certain death, they continued to fight.

It was a shame they didn't stand a chance.

The fighting slaves did not have the same resistance; if a swing of William's arm could destroy a Dothraki warrior, a swing of his arm could destroy a squadron of 10 of those slaves.

The fight dragged on for an hour.

In the end, only Lycans were standing on the battlefield.

Unlike other warriors, the Lycans used to have prisoners of war; those defeated ended up being an offering to them. After the battle, it was time for the beasts to feed.

The advantages of a Lycan were undoubtedly monstrous, but what impacted most to be excellent soldiers, besides the obvious advantages, was that they could recover quickly; in a few moments, their bodies would return to the perfect state of before.

Another important point to note was about morale. Lycans were born for combat; after the fights, they were very excited, and perhaps in a short time, little Lycans would be born.

Some Lycans who were lucky could fulfill their wishes with their girlfriends and wives; others, with bad luck, could not.

And at that moment, many Lycans could only 'howl at the moon', or run for a bath and then run to some brothel.

Of course, not everyone thought so; many were 'anxious' to use these female slaves, but they knew that their Lord would not allow them to do so; they could only look with water in their mouth.

The female slaves were terrified, but when they saw many of these monsters turning into humans, the fear was lessened. Even if it was frightening to know that normal people could turn such things into humans, it was much better than being surrounded by monsters.

They were devastated, but they were already used to their disastrous destinies, and when they saw the look of those men, they thought they would soon be back to the old routine.

But to their surprise, these men did nothing but stare at them, and then their eyes turned in one direction and they bowed their heads in submission.

In the direction they turned, a huge white monster was coming. The body of this monster was covered with blood, but even so, its body was extremely majestic.

Fear took over their hearts again, but they knew that there was a powerful human inside that creature, and it made their hearts relax.

All the monsters showed submission to this being; they were not surprised by this. This monster was much bigger than any other, and furthermore, it exhaled an air of supremacy; it was as if it were born to be a lord; possibly it was a very tall man too.

Slowly, William began to return to his human form; he was able to perceive that from the look of dread of the women slaves, he passed to surprise and then anxiety.

They looked at the monster as a man, but he was just a boy, and to their surprise, he was handsome. Their eyes tried to keep every memory they had of him, and they tried to record the image of this naked god in their minds.

The blood that flowed through his body through the glow of the full moon gave him a special charm, a lethal attraction. When they breathed the air that passed through his body, they no longer smelled the pungent smell of blood; they only felt the desire to grab him.

And then their anxious eyes went to search for the 'gift' that this being possessed; it should be glorious too, no?

And then the anxiety took hold of their little hearts.

He had a huge 'gift,' and they wanted to know if they would hold on. Wasn't that a little too absurdly huge?