Unrivaled Dragon King: God of War’s Revenge

The Siege of Darkness

"Kill them all."

The enormous countenance in the heavens did not scream. It whispered. But that voice was heard as thunder, and shaking the very base of the White Villa. The rest of the window frames were made of glass which became powdered. The plants of the garden were as though they had been struck by a hurricane.

RIIIIP!

The black clouds in the sky over the city ripped like a sore.

Hundreds of figures fell out of the swirling darkness. They didn't fall; they dove. They were created out of shadow and bone and were armed with rusted armor of a bygone time. Their eyes were shone with the same sickly green light as those of the Shadow Assassins, and their murdering purpose was crude, heavy and interminable.

These were the Shadow Soldiers, the elite army of the Dark Soul Sect.

"Defensive formation!" General Talon bitterly raved, and drew forth his broadsword. The metal whistled as it broke through the scabbard.

The ten Dragon Guards, the cream of the cream had been close about the entrance of the villa. Fifty to one they were outnumbered. But they didn't flinch. They pressed their boots upon the cement, and broke the ground in order to hold on.

"Protect the Mistress!" Talon screamed, and his voice was booming over the wind. Even when we are dead, do not permit a shadow to break in the house!

CLANG!

The original wave of Shadow Soldiers crashed into the earth. They didn't pause to recover. They rushed forward, screaming like a piece of scraping metal on bone.

"ROAR!"

Alex did not wait till they got at the door. He leaped out of the balcony of the second floor.

He flung himself into the midst of the crowd as a meteor.

The driveway made of concrete broke beneath his feet and a dust-cloud burst into the sky.

He didn't have a weapon. He didn't need one.

BAM!

Alex struck the closest Shadow Soldier. He broke the chest plate of the creature with his fist, which was enclosed in unstable golden Dragon Qi. The soldier did not merely disintegrate, it burst into black mist.

"Get back!" With a wild roar Alex swung his leg.

The sheer pressure of the kick left three more soldiers in half. Their bodies shot in the fountain and their legs collapsed at the floor.

But there were too many.

Two more followed the example of every one that Alex murdered. They were endless. Similar to cockroaches that crawl on a slice of bread. The fellows scrambled over the corpses of their dead comrades, and their nails were at the throat of Alex.

"Die, Dragon!" a Shadow Captain hissed, and leaped at Alex with a jagged spear, which was covered with green poison.

The tip of the spear got into the hand of Alex. The poison burnt his flesh, eating through his remaining resistance.

"Wrong answer," Alex growled.

He broke the spear in two, and he rammed the other half in the throat of the Captain.

He turned and the body of the Captain falling apart served him as armor to ward a dozen of swords that whipped at him.

"Lord!" Talon shouted inside the door. "Behind you!"

Alex turned.

He had been slighted by five Shadow Soldiers. The melee had broken and they were rushing on the broken door, with their claws in the air, and hungry, as they were, of the woman in the house.

"NO!"

Alex's eyes turned blood red. The Dragon within him rose and was roaring with rage.

He disregarded the swords that were cutting at his back. He disregarded the claws which were ripping at his ragged grey coat.

He sprinted.

WHOOSH!

He moved faster than sound. He was at the door just in time to see the shadows towards the handle.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!"

Alex put his hands together.

BOOM!

His palms gave out a wave of gold. It was the so-called Dragon Roar.

The five Shadow Soldiers were evaporated at once. The concussion was so great that it sent the remainder of the horde ten feet away, leaving a space round the porch empty.

Alex was leaning in the doorway, gasping. His grey coat was torn open exposing the tactical equipment to his core. Blood--his golden blood--a dozen shallow cut on his arms and on his back.

He was tired. His development was unsound. His dantian also felt as though it was on fire every time he used Dragon Qi. The Blood Transfer Ritual had put him to running on fumes.

"Is that all you have?" Cursing at the heavens, Alex rubbed the blood off his lip. Is it the strength of the Dark Soul Sect? Sending puppets to work of a man?

The sky went silent.

The Shadow Soldiers ceased their attack. They receded, like a black sea, to make a passage through the garden.

One of the figures saw its way down through the clouds.

He didn't fall. There were invisible stairs on which he walked.

He had a long robe of sewed human skin. A twitching tornado of black fog covered his face, but two green eyes could be seen through the fog. He was suffocating with his presence. It was as though the whole of gravity were doubled.

It was him. The Master.

He gently dropped on the grass ten feet off Alex. His feet killed the grass immediately and turned it black.

"Dragon King," the Master said. His was a smooth, civilized and frighteningly composed voice. "I must admit, I am impressed. Despite the half of your soul essence being gone, you fight like a beast.

He leaned his head back and examined Alex as a bug in a bottle. But still a beast remains an animal.

And you are so much a coward under a mask," Alex spat.

"Coward?" The Master chuckled. The sound was sharp, as of dead leaves crunching. "No. I am a scholar. And your wife... she is my thesis."

He took a step forward.

Wasted, Wasted on A mortal girl, The Phoenix Bloodline is wasted... "She cannot control it. It will burn her alive. Give her to me. I shall take the essence, and in recompense... I will leave you to live that you should be my servant.

Over my dead body, answered Alex, and stood in a fighting position.

The Master sighed. "Disappointing."

He vanished.

Alex's instincts screamed. Left!

Alex swung round and gave a desperate blow, the last strength of which he invested in it.

But he hit nothing but air.

Slow," whispered something in his ear.

WHAM!

A palm hit Alex's back.

It wasn't a hard hit. It felt like a gentle tap.

However, when the hand of the Master touched him Alex could not feel anything at all in his whole body.

"ARGH!"

Then Alex screamed, as a shiver of cold rotting energy rushed through his veins. It was the "Soul Crushing Palm." It was not bone-freezing, but went straight to the spirit, chilled the meridian channels.

His knees buckled. He fell on the porch and spewed black blood.

"Lord!" Talon shouted, and rushed on with his sword unsheathed.

The Master did not even look at him. He simply tossed his hand as though it were swatting a fly.

BANG!

Talon was thrown backwards as though struck by a cannonball. He struck the stone fountain and he did not move.

The Master gazed down upon Alex. Alex was crawling, trying to rise, trying to make his limbs work, but in vain. The frozen dragon qi was solidifying him up.

"Pathetic," the Master said.

He walked over the prostrate body of Alex. He moved to the open door, to the living room where Sarah lay on the floor in an unconscious condition.

"NO!" The veins in his neck were swelling, and Alex gritted his teeth. "Don't... touch... her!"

He made his crippled hand take action. He grabbed the Master's ankle.

The Master stopped. He stared down at the bloody hand which was holding his leg.

"Still struggling?" The Master shook his head. "Your loyalty is commendable. But useless."

He kicked Alex in the ribs.

CRACK.

Alex came rolling over the porch, striking the wall. In his side the hurt burst and yet he was not even able to scream.

The Master turned his back to him and went into the house.

The man in black moved toward the couch on which Sarah had been lying, and Alex was helplessly watching the figure through the open door.

"Finally," the Master whispered, reaching out a pale, skeletal hand toward her forehead. "The Phoenix... is mine."