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Despite this pompous undead's insults and hubris, nothing happened. Though he had expected some sort of flame like earlier, or some other powerful force of nature, what greeted him was cold, empty air.

Was it a bluff?

"Really? Is that all? A bunch of hyperbole and then nothing? Were you simply hoping I would run after that little speech you gave?" In the face of his mocking, he did not retort or even move a metaphorical muscle, simply stared directly at him from start to finish.

That was all.

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"It seems my guess was right, seeing as you can't even respond in the face of the truth coming to light. Is this really what you were betting your hopes on Draudillon? A bluff when victory is so close at hand? Well I'll have to thank you for giving away your life to me though, it means I can hear your screams of agony so much sooner than I anticipated." His sneer was obvious at a glance.

He was met with no response, only a slack jawed expression with eyes so big they seemed to be coming out of there sockets.

"What's wrong? Did the realization that you have no hope leave you paralyzed?"

He attempted to goad her into giving a response, Though unlike earlier, Draudillon did not try to defend herself, nor did see fall into terror. For the entire conversation, she had been staring at the king like the undead – No – On closer inspection, she was looking slightly over his shoulder

Just what is going on?

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"This is no fun. How can I enjoy your defeat if you give me no response to relish? Think about it. Your entire country burning to the ground, your citizens screaming as we devour all in our path because you failed to protect them. Your country will be a stepping stone for us to become the strongest nation in this world! And all of it because you were too weak to stop it!"

He poked and prodded at her for what would be considered heart wrenching predictions, anything he felt could make her go over the edge. Even his army behind him began to break out into smiles and laugh to enrage her further, but no matter what he said, she would not stop staring into space.

This was getting annoying.

Finally, after a long period of waiting, the first movement came from the skeleton from earlier. All it did was shake its head incredulously. That simple movement however was more than enough to rouse his ire. After all that had transpired, he was Still looking down on him?

"You really think you can act like that and get away with it you damn skeleton!? Let me show you what happens to those who look down on the beastmen king! Golem, fire an arrow straight thru this things skull!"

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Right as the bolt was about to pulverize this creature that just pissed him off, he felt a tremor. It was not faint either. Enough to wobble his legs slightly and almost make him lose his balance. This was not a natural occurrence, so It must have been induced somehow. His mind went to the snapping motion from earlier.

He raised a hand to stop the living statues movements to ask one last question. "Was this tremor just now your doing?"

"I guess you could say that."

"Ha! Then it proves my point that you were merely bluffing. If all you're able to muster is a minor shake, then you really are nothing special. If you had replicated that spell from earlier, then maybe I would have put my guard up, but you cant use it anymore can you?"

The skeleton went quiet once more at this provocation, which validated his guess.

He had been right on the mark.

Then there is no need to stall this out any longer.

Once more he raised his hand to the sky. "Golems..."

Suddenly, his surroundings went dark. The previous vibrant greens of the field had become pitch black. Though he was in front of his golems which would cast a considerable shadow, it would not be nearly as dark as this. The sun, though nearing dusk, was still shedding its radiance over the field. As he got over his confusion, he could see that areas some distance away were still just as before, lit by the suns light. So what could have caused this?

He turned around to see if something was there–

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–And a mountain was now in there place.

A great burst of air rushed towards him, accompanied by a storm of dust, though the current of wind was so strong it blew the particles of earth out of his vision in mere seconds. A tremor also came with this as well, so strong that he instantly fell to his knees. Since he had lost his bearings, he could only look up and see a massive mountain of rock in front of him.

Though this was unbelievable in of itself, as his gaze drifted ever higher, it felt like his soul was just taken away.

What appeared to be a mountain that matched his golems in size was actually a foot. A great beast so big that it seemed to swallow the sky with its presence made its self known.

It seemed to be a physical manifestation of the earth itself. Each and every part of its body was made of rock, with its arms and legs being so thick, even the toughest of metals could not hope to break through. Its chest pulsed with a ominous red glow, that beat like its heart was visible for all to see. Its last distinguishing trait was its cold, unfeeling eyes, that glowed with a scarlet light. And though it was alive, they showed no sign of sentience within them.

After the image of this creature finally sunk in, the veritable god of earth raised one of its massive stubby legs that was in the place of the cavalry golems.

What now stood there was a pile of rock that blended in with that now barren patch of dirt. Whether it was originally a golem of country shaking power, or the stone within the earth, it no longer mattered. They now all occupied the same pile of rubble.

It seemed like everyone present had there very beings frozen. Not a word was uttered by the 50,000 people that occupied this expanse of land. No one could bring themselves to in this moment.

After what seemed like a eternity to the beastmen, one being finally gave a order, said so casually that it made one forget his words would decide the fate of a entire species.

"Now then, Gargantua. Clean the rest up for me will you?"

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1 second.

That was the time it took for panic to explode on the field.

Once the beastmen had fully understood the situation they were in, no flight or flight response was needed, it did not have time to kick in before their brains told them the best option was to run and never look back.

There were many expressions for doing a pointless or impossible task. They are used simply because the idea is so outlandishly ridiculous that one could not hope to accomplish it. Things like, wanting to boil the entire ocean, or dig up a mountain with one shovel and they like.

But what if said mountain got up and fought the attempt to do so?

This was the situation the beastmen now found themselves in. they would not dare hope to win against something that could destroy the immensely power cavalry golems with one step. For someone to disagree with this would not make them merely mad, they would be the ranting of a complete and utter lunatic.

And indeed, this was the correct option. Fleeing with all of their might would be the only chance for survival.

Yet, despite this, they had made one fatal flaw in their thinking.

The correct option would have simply been to not have been here at all.

With each step Gargantua took, lives were claimed, and the fear of the beastmen, that could not possibly have grown any higher, rose evermore.

Though they tried to flee, Gargantua's steps created clouds of dust they blinded those around him and made them lose there way, and inevitably found themselves in his stomping grounds to become part of the painting of gore that made up the soles of its feet.

Screams filled the air, all blending together to form a truly cacophonous melody of fear. If one had to put a sound to the word "Terror," this would be a prime example.

Yet as time passed, the sound became quieter and quieter as each passing second claimed innumerable lives.

One might expect guts to fly and for bodies to explode when hit with such titanic force. Though the weight was such that any that had the chance to do so would immediately become flattened into the ground to begin to nourish the now torn earth.

The only thing left in its wake was a pure red stain.

The most terrifying thing however, was that it looked like it wasn't even trying. it merely walked with casual ease. it was clear that if it broke into a run, the rate of which people died would increase tenfold. but it did not. it would take its time.

they were that insignificant.

Of course, this method alone would not be sufficient in wiping out the entire force. Creatures are fairly complex after all, so there is no telling what direction they may choose to flee, and they would not all remain in large groups to flatten. Some were quite a distance away, and would most likely escape by the time Gargantua reached them.

In response, The siege golem merely ripped out a chunk of earth that was easily comparable to a large village. The movement was done so easily, and so swiftly, the beastmen did not have time to react to what had even happened.

With all its strength, it threw the massive boulder in a straight line. If one wanted distance to be priority, it would have been thrown in a lob to get the most distance. Yet that was not the goal this time. The great mass of dirt and stone slid down in a straight line, ripping up ground and slaughtering anything in its path.

This alone would be instant death to anything it was directed at, yet even the great waves of land that were created from its path of destruction would bury alive anything within the vicinity. That one throw most likely killed over 10,000 people.

Some felt that fleeing to the side would be the best option. If they couldn't escape with distance, they would outsmart them. By escaping its line of sight. Yet as soon as they did, a bolt of light erased there presence from existence before there brain could even register what had happened. Though cause of it appeared to be the avian near the one to cause all this, wielding a bow of pure light.

It would seem his earlier line was no jest. This was a slaughter. Any attempts to escape would be met with just as swift a death.

The only way out was their demise.

No one wanted to believe it. No one could believe it. They desperately hoped from some way to present itself, some way to escape this atrocity and be safe. But that wasn't going to happen. Nothing would, or could save them. And this brought some of them to there knees, in acceptance of their fate. This was rewarded with quicker death.

The one who could not believe it the most was the king however. He had come believing with all his heart that he wielded some of the most powerful creations to ever grace this world. He was confident that no matter what the dragon kingdom did, they would be victorious in the end. So seeing his plans utterly crushed before him, was undoubtedly what caused him to break entirely.

No matter what he did, no matter what anyone did, they would not be leaving this battlefield – nay – Killing floor, alive. Thus he did the one thing that may guarantee some of his people may be able to survive.

He kneeled.

It was a truly pathetic pose.

This position was utterly disgraceful for one who prided himself at being the strongest of his race, but in these circumstances, who could blame him? He did not care about his stature, he would plaster his head to the ground and beg with all his might to be spared.

"Please... Just let us go... We won't attack again, just let us leave here..."

This wailing came from the depths of his soul. And not a word of it was false. If attacking meant going against this unstoppable being, then he would rather hide away at the deepest depths of the world and never leave.

Despite his cry, almost on the brink of tears, the cold unfeeling face did not move of that undead did not budge he simply responded in a matter of fact tone "I'm not the one you should be begging."

He understood what he was implying, and immediately prostrated himself before the queen of the dragon nation. His eyes pleading with her to stop this like a dog. His pride meant nothing. Only survival remained.

"I beg you... let us leave here in peace..."

Once more did his gut wrenching cry come forth, yet in the face of this, her face did not move. Simply remaining with a cold dead stare. Even if the undead had no face to speak of, it still carried more emotion then hers at the moment.

After a brief stare down she gave her reply.

"You have slaughtered my people, relished their cries of agony, and torment us with their deaths, and you have the gall to ask for mercy?" Though the monotone voice carried no power within it, to him, it felt it it possessed the strength of an overlord.

"Die." it seemed hard to imagine that such a cute voice could say such a thing without mercy, but her child-like voice had no warmth within it.

"It seems to have been decided then. [Maximize Magic – Reality Slash]"

"W..."

As he attempted to make one last claim, his vision suddenly split into two. It was as if the world itself had become separated, and had been bisected right down the middle.

Then came the darkness that swallowed the flame of his life.

A/N this one was really fun to write. Its a shame you can't increase font size here... I wanted the last thump to take up an entire page. Oh well.

Also, here is a illustration for this chapter! I had to spread the link out due to this sites restrictions. Artist: Shredderdima

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