The Formidable God Of War

Chapter 7

 The officer paused. After which a burst of laughter escaped from his lips. A poor peasant walks into the place and orders him around.

"Which of the mental health institutes did you escape from young man? So that we can send you back to where you rightly belong.

Or do you prefer the cuddling hands of your marker instead? We could easily do both for you!" He added.

However, when Mazzel didn't bulge, the anger surged up to his neck.

"I'm giving you one last chance to leave this place or you will be as good as dead!" He foamed.

"I'm afraid, but I cannot leave without Mr. James!" Mazzle repeated the words calmly.

Anger surged through Ferad's brain causing them to bulge. Even the high officials would not dare to walk into that place and command authority.

"You dare to threaten an official in his domain? You must seriously have a death wish!" He noted, his brows weathering in rage 

"I'm going to make you regret ever coming here!" He thundered.

A dozen guards had already surrounded him, their weapons fastened into their hands.

They clashed.

Weapons against Mazzle's hands and strikes initiated even before they could think of cocking their guns.

Blood mixed with sweat and tears dripped to the floor and screams of agony filled the halls in an instant.

The frown on Ferad's face instantly deepened. Rage flaring off from him in excess.

"Bunch of useless officers. Do I have to do anything myself?" Farad stepped out from behind his table, rolling his sleeves upwards.

He brought his cell phone to place a call. Army tanks filled up the place and the whole area was soon under a thick sage.

"This would be a warning to you, never to mess with an officer again."

"But since you would be dead in the next few seconds, this advice would only be useful in your next life!"

The threats weren't enough for Mazzle to bulge for an instant. His eyes still curled in the most relaxed manner.

"The Eastside system has fallen deeper than I expected!" He shook his head.

Ferad flared up angrily. Eastside has always been seen as a relatively lesser version when compared to other bases in the country and it always irked Ferad in every wrong way, pushing all his batons.

"Death will be too generous for you!" He growled.

"Such a grand welcome. For the first time, I must say that I'm proud of your work!"

Farad would recognize that voice even in his dreams. The commander in chief and the man who had given him his first barge.

Farad had always looked up to Darius and the war God as the source of his inspiration. The war God he had only heard of in rumors but Darius, was close by and always on the news, even though they had only seen him once in their lifetime.

His heart pounded and raced with thoughts. 'Had the commander finally recognized his work and decided to see him himself?' The thoughts caused butterflies in his belly.

But something made him more happy. The fact that the commander who is known to be very strict was a sure ticket for Mazzle's death.

It would take so much paperwork and due process if he wanted Mazzle dead. However, the commander could do that with only a wave of his fingers.

When the commander noticed the fleet of men shattered all over the floor and groaning in pain, his expression darkened.

"Commander... We are so happy to see you around.

Unfortunately, we have just a little problem at the instant.

This poor peasant threatened and attempted my life and he needs to be kept in his..." His eyes were blurred out by a sudden slap even before he could finish the statement, confusion flooding the door of his mind.

"What have you done!" The always-collected general was frantic.

He ran off quickly to where Mazzle stood, kneeling and bowing before him all at the same time.

"God of War, I'm very sorry for the behavior of my subject. Please punish me!" The commander pleaded with shaky hands.

"God of war?" At that instant, Ferad's brain seemed to not be processing things properly.

Fear crept into his brain as he stared at Mazzle. The possibility that this very young man could be the God of war still beating him.

And what would the God of war want to do with James? A total nobody

Apart from the fact that the God of War was currently at the borders, his coming to the city could never be so quiet.

With the insurance in his mind, Ferad stepped forward, his shoulders raised.

"If I can prove that this young man is not the God of war to the general but a nothing imposter, it's going to increase my reputation and the commander would facilitate my promotion!"

"Commander. I regret to inform you but you must be making a terrible mistake!" Farad was so sure of this proposition.

While the commander tried to stop Ferad, he would not take the hint, explaining the events that had unfolded earlier.

"So as you can see Commander. This man is nothing but a fraud. I'm sure he must have made it appear so appealing!" Farad was so proud when he was done with his speech, expecting applause but it only came from Mazzle.

"It's because of people of your nature that the military and para-military are seen as cruel instead of protectors and keepers of peace. And if you continue to live, the notion will never die!"

Mazzle instantly shot a blow at Ferad's stop, liquidifying all his eternal organs and blood poured out from all the holes in his skin.

He dropped dead, and fear seized the hearts of everyone present. The blow looked like a child's play and someone was dead already.

The commander was shocked to his bones. He had only seen the God of war in pictures and this was the first time seeing him in action.

Everyone dropped to their knees, shaking like they had caught a cold.