Redfield fired at Lanius with everything his BAR could spit out, even though Lanius began spinning his sword, deflecting and outright demolishing his .308 rifle rounds he kept shooting. His rounds never landed on their mark, but that never swayed him. Redfield's life could depend on his suppression fire, and he was the only one up there to stall the legate.

After a quick reload, Lanius charged at Redfield swinging his sword down at his face; he wasn't fast enough to land a strike on him, Redfield had dived away and carried on shooting at him. The scuffle tore at his shoulder, but he was able to keep his gunfire focused while he got back on his feet.

Lanius closed the range to Redfield with his sword, spinning it exceptionally quick forming an impenetrable bullet shield. With the speed he was twisting his sword, he deflected a few lucky hits on Redfield's chest and shoulders. The rebound shots lacked the force yet were still able to stagger Redfield when they landed on his chest.

In time he was weak enough for Lanius to kick down, in his signature straight boot. Threw Redfield to the ground, landing awkwardly on his waist. Lanius unholstered his magnum revolver and shot at Redfield's thigh. The weak section of his armour gave away, wounding him greatly and putting him on one knee. Lanius refused to let the old man get up.

The blood loss was plentiful, Redfield clutched his wound and cursed the pain out, and the wound was suckling wide from the cavity of the magnum round that went through his left thigh. Lanius had already tried to swing his sword at him. Redfield was able to block the swing, but his sheer strength broke straight through his BAR and held enough momentum to cleave into his left shoulder; the bloody pain hit him like a freight train. The tendon and collarbone split in half.

Redfield could only howl out the pain. Damned crude bumper sword left an open wedge on his shoulder, and if it weren't for his BAR, his sword would've cleaved him in two further down the middle. Redfield removed the bumper sword from his shoulder and forced Lanius back, throwing away the sword. Though it wasn't good enough, Lanius backhanded his face to the floor, leaving him battered on the ground.

Lanius scoffed, reclaiming his bumper sword. "Pathetic old man, standing in the way of progress. This Mojave is for the fiery younger generation; this is no place for old men."

"You're as delusional as Graham was. As long as I live the Legion's tyranny will never be realised." Redfield coughed and sputtered. "I may be old, but I'm a leader and a hero, more so than you'll ever be."

"I'm not looking to be a hero or a leader, but a God among men. I'm going to do what my predecessor failed to do. To kill General Redfield." Lanius grabbed Redfield by the ankle, from the ground. "Let's see how much of a hero you think you are." He walked to the edge of the cliffside, holding Redfield over ledge upside down. He showed him the bleak world from the view of the cliffside. "The sight of the great General Redfield nailed to the Dam's walls ought to sway your weak-minded forces, wouldn't you say?"

Redfield coughed with disgust. "No comment…"

"Pity." Lanius threw Redfield away from the cliffside behind him. "You'd best prepare yourself; I don't want you going limp on me yet, old man."

Redfield unsheathed Sally from his belt and unholstered Red Hare from the holster inside his jacket. He could barely stand. Like he was drunk, he had no control of his legs from the gaping hole in his left leg.

"I am anything but limp..."

"Ah, swordplay! Didn't think you had it in you. Just so you I beat that little Dragonborn friend of yours, so you better be worth the time. You don't seem like much of a challenge," he boasted, flexing his shoulders. Redfield lowered Sally and stood still, questioning himself.

"Dragonborn? She really WAS a Dragonborn…? And you… You killed her?!"

Lanius shrugged, followed by a mocking stance. "Yes, I did; died like a little bitch. I had plans with her, but she was too annoying. Enough talk." He leapt into the air and slammed his sword into the ground with tremendous force; the shockwave threw Redfield off his feet while he was just getting Sally ready. Dust kicked up and curled all over the cliff.

With the clashing of their swords, from hooks, swings, hacks, slices and dices, Redfield held off Lanius fairly. The swordplay mostly involved the two circling one another, chipping away the weapons and going for sneaky sweeps. Redfield could easily tear his foe into ribbons but to risk a fatal attack wasn't worth the gamble, Lanius countered Sally's strikes and returned them even quicker.

A kick Lanius delivered forced Redfield back a couple of steps, the strength of the kick was more so than the last, breaking a rib and robbing him of his breath. The blow took him back to his younger days. The feeling of pain was the only way to feel alive.

Lanius wasn't finished, he sheathed his bumper sword and unholstered two magnums, exchanging bullets with Redfield while he was hobbling on his hind leg. Redfield only had six rounds compared to Lanius' ten, from that they shared the same calibre. Long ago Red Hare would penetrate and pierce the thickest of armours, though the weaker .45-70 Gov't replaced his main round only because he cannot make the .475 magnum anymore.

Before Redfield could come to a reload of his six-shooter, Lanius shot Red Hare clean from his hand; it flew straight off the ledge down below. Lanius discarded his revolvers and drew out two more. A shot rang out, and Redfield stumbled backwards, a bullet between the ribs. He lost his breath momentarily and his vision blurred. Are you dying? Again?

Bullets whistled and struck Redfield with remarkable accuracy. He howled and bled heavily with the large.45-70 Gov't rounds striking his chest, shoulders and legs, he couldn't even block them with Sally, and the shots he dared to reflect hit him anyway. Most shots would deflect away though this time he lacked the focus to do so, and instead they struck his body at the worst of times. The worst of places. His handling of Sally was neglected for years, and unfortunately, it showed.

The entire time Lanius mocked him if he was giving up or stating he expected more, in his cruel tone of nature. Demoralising him to the greatest extent. Verbally and painfully. The echoing sounds of the large revolvers made it heard to hear his taunts.

A single round that struck his chest bled the worst of all, Redfield couldn't stop the blood from pouring out of him, it only narrowly missed his heart. It left a firm hole in a weak spot between the armour plates. He barely realised the situation of the fight he was losing as the high calibre rounds tore his flesh from his limbs and destroyed his armour. Let me out!

"Giving up? It looks like your reputation was highly overestimated. For shame..." he muttered as he discardes his set of magnums.

He unsheathed his bumper sword and swung it at Redfield's head. The blow struck the forehead of his helmet. The lens broke off and the helmet was barely holding together.

Redfield felt the world inside his head crumble. The blow shattered his helmet and broke the filtering system to utter shit, launching his battered body to the dirt. Tossing and turning across the dust, he came to a bitter halt. He tried his very best to lift himself on his feet but succumbed to his wounds and thrived on the ground with his blood pouring under his stomach.

The fight ended as fast as it started. Lanius put away his weapons and took Sally into his hands and thoroughly examined the graceful blade. Leaving Redfield to bleed out to his accord, he suffered from organ damage, bone fracture and constant vomiting of the blood. Sally was art and he needed to examine it.

"What a beautiful weapon you have here, Redfield. Slim, double-edged and surprisingly very light for a one-handed longsword. If I didn't know better, this is the legendary longsword of Phobos himself, which means you're either a grave robber or the long exiled Sarkis.

Uh oh, busted… Voices argued inside Redfield's head, one naughty, the other nice. Shut up, Zachariah doesn't need this right now.

Redfield choked bitterly. "H… How do you know that?!"

"I've been around long enough to recognise sigils when I see them," Lanius informed, picking Redfield by his ankle. "Having a pleasant chat over tea and scones over it with would be most fascinating, but we both have a battle to finish, and I don't intend to lose so… no hard feelings."

Lanius heaved Redfield's body into the ground behind him and back over his head twice over, the impact chipped and fractured more and more of his armour and bones. Demolishing his collarbone, helmet and spinal cord, his ankles and knees. The pain even destroyed parts of his mind and soul. Redfield wasn't going anywhere.

Lanius left Redfield on his hands and face. "Like your lord and saviour, crucifixion would fit you perfectly. I'll get a wooden cross from my camp. Don't go running off anywhere." Lanius chuckled, impaling Redfield's back with Sally, pinning him to the ground. He was immobilised and stapled to the ground. "Don't die on me old man. I need you to send a message."

Lanius turned around and walked the other way, but something was amiss as he heard a voice. The voice was penetrating and sounded void of emotion. Dead and unsettling, yet it was of a male tone that sent shivers down his spine.

"You think you've won, Conquest?" the voice asked. Unsure of, he turned to see Redfield stood with Sally still unmoved in the ground. Both of Redfield's eyes were a solid colour crimson.

"I have won. I defeated you, Redfield. What else do you possibly have left to throw at me?"

"That was Redfield you defeated," Redfield clarified in his unnaturally dark voice. Empty and hollow, unlike him at all. "Not me..."

"What's the difference?"

Redfield fixed his cuffs. "I'll show you, Conquest." Lanius growled harshly. Redfield raised his head. "He's a mortal. This is a Demigod.

Darkness leaked from the cracks of Redfield's armour. It wrapped around his body like a bandage, growing thicker, covering him from head to boot in vantablack. His eyes were sharper and his body was engulfed flames that had a grey singe. And then Redfield was gone, and in his place stood a walking embodiment of sheer darkness.

"I got to admit, I am a huge fan of what you do. All this chaos, madness and killing warms my dead heart."

"Right… and what are you doing?"

Redfield ignored Lanius and carried on. "I bet in another universe somewhere, we would be working together… But not here, unfortunately..."

Redfield held out his arm, and his hand lengthened to a sharp point that flew at Lanius. He growled, barely managing to deflect the strike that scraped his right shoulder. He went at Lanius again, and again, and he stumbled from each attack. He was able to deflect most projectiles with his superb reflexes, but most times it wasn't enough, scraped and chipped through his armour in several places. The darkness was tougher than his armour, then Lanius had an idea. He wondered if Sally could cut through Redfield and his darkness.

He clicked his fingers, summoning flames in the palm of his other hand. It was a lighter shade of black and danced in the wind. He threw the fireball. but it extinguished when it landed on Lanius' armour. He felt the heat through it, though the armour was built not to catch fire. Then Redfield threw another, and another and then a full barrage followed through.

There was little time to act. Lanius unsheathed his bumper sword and spun it fiercely above his head where Redfield's barrage was descending from. The speed of his bumper sword caught and protected Lanius from the incoming fire and had an intense black blur. It caught on fire itself and started to melt. Lanius shook it off and charged at Redfield with full throttle. Blade in hand.

Once he swung, Redfield wasn't there, the shadows whittled away and disappeared. Then something latched around his neck. It had some strength and took his sword from his hand. The shadow. Shadows formed around his neck and he suddenly couldn't break free. Redfield restrained him and had him in a tough hold. He stood closely behind him.

"You think highly of yourself, Conquest," Redfield said in that horrible voice, "Do you really think you stand a chance against a Demigod?"

"I proved my determination already," Lanius strained roughly in response, "No Demigod nor Dragonborn will stand in my way."

"Oh, I'm not questioning your power, Conquest. The thing is, I'm not just an ordinary Demigod. I am the original Death Bringer!" Redfield shoved something sharp through Lanius' back. It ripped through his armour and came out his chest. He cried out, trying to hold back the pain he felt. It was a sword. Solid vantablack with a red rim across the edges. Double-edged, splitting through his chest. "You think you're any different than the billions I have slain in my reign?"

Lanius coughed. "You're not Redfield. Who are you?"

"I am the one who was, and shall be again. Auditor..." Auditor shoved his broadsword through Lanius' back, and he growled as it tore through him again, where the heart was supposed to be. "Hmmm… Your sweetspot isn't where it should be." He thrust again in the same place as earlier. He paused to think where Lanius' heart was. "This is embarrassing. I can't find your heart."

"I don't have one," Lanius grumbled.

Lanius couldn't get a hold of Auditor. His hands just went through the shadows that seemed to form his figure. He had no mass or body. Sally was in an arm's reach. He reached out for her as Auditor thrust his broadsword though his back again. He couldn't think about the damage to his integrity, not when Sally was nearing his fingertips. Good thing he couldn't feel any pain or there would be massive damage he couldn't shrug off.

He had Sally and swung her at anything behind his back. Auditor's shadows were taken by the wind and formed in front of Lanius. He had his broadsword and took a stance. Their blades locked and Lanius backhanded Auditor first. He had to dodge Sally's edge but not Lanius' mighty boot. That was important to know. Sally can make contact, which means she can hurt him. Nothing else could even touch him.

Auditor swung his broadsword down at Lanius' head, but he blocked it with Sally and guided it into the dirt by his right foot and shoved him back with her hilt. His counterattack was similar to his adversary's, a short hack that missed and struck the dirt where he once was. Auditor shadow-stepped behind him and already thrust his broadsword.

Lanius quickly turned and swatted his broadsword away and thrust Sally through Auditor's chest. Felt strange. The only sign he had that he landed a decent blow was only from the sound of the response. Since there was no mass, it was hard to tell if Lanius indeed hit him where it hurts.

Auditor dropped his sword and grabbed Lanius' head with both hands. The temperature inside his helmet raised beyond levels of the sun and the heat was suddenly unbearable for him to handle. After feeling his skin melt he had to let go. He threw himself from Auditor and left him reeling with Sally still in his chest. He dropped to his knees.

Before retrieving his bumper sword, Lanius growled and took a stance to anticipate Auditor's next move. He didn't. He held Sally but stayed on his knees in pain. He twitched around the neck area like a form of spasm.

"Worthy strike," Auditor grumbled, "You beat me..."

"Already? I was expecting a challenge."

"Redfield is fighting inside me," Auditor strained. Unmoving. "My time is up… He has… no intention of letting me continue. Noble…" Auditor fell on his face and ceased to move. Once the flames died out all that was left was Redfield's battered body.

Lanius didn't question what just happened; there were too many to list. One minute he's killing an old man and the next he's fighting an alleged Death Bringer. Whatever that was. Redfield had no more strength to offer, so he didn't think much of it and carried on with the crucifixion he desired for. He was motionless, like he was dead.

It didn't even take Lanius a single minute to return with a crude cross made of hard oak, some iron stakes and a mallet; the cross was sturdy and big enough for himself. Must have been built before the battle. There was no trouble to nail Redfield to the cross from the state of his health. He didn't want to kill him yet, not until he raised him on the wooden cross. He hoped he wasn't dead yet.

Lanius hammered iron stakes into Redfield's hands and feet. The blood flow was more than before as the stakes wedged through his veins and ligaments. Placing the cross at the edge of the cliffside, digging it into place for the entire camp to see. "Comfortable?"

Redfield couldn't even open his eyes, moving in any way possible stirred up some gritty pain. He could only mutter through his clenched teeth in a raspy tone. Blood trickled off his grey beard. "In time… the Legion… will fall… and you'll… be the one… to suffer the worst… of them all…" he muttered, "In the name… of good… and right… go… to… hell… y… you…"

"Savage?" Lanius interrupted Redfield during his outburst. "Took an awfully long time figuring that one out old man. You were never the smart one, were you Zaac?"

Redfield hardened with shocked expression stretching across his wrinkled face, he sputtered and gurgled on his blood and words. "Wait… what? Conquest? Y… You're the lost Horseman… Dorian?"

"In the flesh. It's been a while; you know since your stupid son ruined my plans and abandoned me here."

"You had it... coming for a long time."

Lanius sheathed Sally into his belt and his bumper sword over his back where it belonged. He paced around Redfield. "You delusional old fool, never been the one to admit his mistakes. Like father like son."

"At least I had a father."

"Never needed one. Ah, before I forget, the surprise visit from Auditor was a nice change of pace by the way. You mind telling me who or what that thing was?"

"No one special..."

That the thanks I get… Sheesh..."

"The four stab wounds in my back says otherwise."

"Auditor… The Demigod of Madness… Killed him back in 2001. I made a deal with him… at the cost of him… trying to break me... He'll do anything to survive… fighting through me is one of them… Only I was too weak to keep him in line..."

"Said something about being a Death Bringer. You mind explaining what that is? I find that highly interesting."

"After all the pain you caused me?" Redfield chuckled. "Go to hell..."

"All of that belongs in history anyhow. Back to business."

"Must we?"

"As of now, the Legion marches into the Capital and the Commonwealth. Megaton, Diamond City, Goodneighbour, Rivet City and the Citadel… nowhere is safe. All the major cities will belong to the Legion. Just like everywhere else you tread, all hope for you is lost. Get used to it Wesker, I won. Not even Christ or Auditor can save you now."

"The Legion… will grow… weary of your… leadership… and so will the Wasteland… I… I..." Redfield gurgled, then began to sputter with blistering rage behind. "You will die kicking and screaming you… fucking BASTARD!"

"That's cute. History will not see see that way, unfortunately."

"You'll… get what's..." Redfield breathed, unable to finish his words. He vomited violently down his beard and chest, then bled heavily from his hands, running down his legs to the pool below his feet. He closed his eyes and fell limp without a sound.

"Zaac?" Lanius questioned, checking Redfield's body for a pulse. The blood loss was too great for the old general to survive, he was finally broken and succumbed to his misery. The satisfaction was too much for Lanius, to finally rid the world of his enemy. "Goodnight, Zaac. Send Wesker my warmest regards."

Lanius spent some more time basking in the glory of outright crucifying the legendary general. Down below, beyond the piles of Legion corpses, everyone was gone, excluding Lyannah and William who were out of commission still. To make heads or tails was damn hard, the camp was dead respectively, all but one person. He found Lanius at the cliff and was as enraged as the good general before him.