Tyrant of the Ruined Sun - Chapter 234

Chapter 234: Pleas, Bargains and a Despot Dragon’s Ire

My roar was a gavel’s strike to the heart’s of all who heard it, as it blazed in their ears with same cacophonous, death heralding screech of an erupting mountain; yet then all was gone. Rage and fury like none of them had ever seen vanished like an illusion of fire, a trick of a passing wisp of smoke, only to be then replaced with a bitter coat of harrowing cold.

“Move aside.” I demanded with such emotionless calmness, it crammed uninvited chills up the spines of hardened, veteran warriors.

“Alas, I’m afraid I can’t do that lord of the Eclipse Empire.” Argus calmly replied, though his lips were no longer smiling.

“Do you have a death wish old man?!” The fire returned with an exploding vengeance, brushing aside the arctic frost under a wave of a roiling inferno.

“Let us stop here lord of the Eclipse Empire, my liege admits defeat, and is ready to pay you the proper rumination in penance for the word his foolish subordinate broke.” Argus did not flinch under my rage and boiling divine power, that began to dim even the light of the fully risen sun by now.

“Teacher!” Eviduir finally spoke up, and though he spoke in the Murathicus tongue, a language I never really mastered, but after two lifetimes of erasing it from the face of the earth, one does manage to catch a few words of it.

“Sire, please stop.” Argus firmly grabbed his forearm, not turning his head back to him, and shockingly Eviduir did.

But I guessed it wasn’t due to his authority as his childhood master, but more so because Eviduir could hear the pain and the honest plea in his old teacher’s voice; something, if we go by the stupid look on his face, he had never before heard in his life.

“And why should I?” I ruthlessly asked, my mind returning to cruel calculations, as I empowered my voice so that all could hear. “His head is my sacred right.”

A murmur, like a physical wave, passed through the immense crowd, as hundreds of thousands of men, most prominently of whom being the Murathicus soldiers, as this fight was conducted on their most holly of lands, and bound by their traditions, hesitantly uttered their dangerous thoughts.

“No man wise in the matters of war would continue to push with his back so exposed emperor!” Argus quickly declared, his cryptic words carrying a grave meaning in their midst.

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“Is that a threat I hear Argus?” I asked, as my eyes glowed with a suffocating divinity now fully tainted with rampant, wrathful madness.

“Not a threat lord, a compromise.” Corrected Argus, his tone steady, yet it now radiated out with a dangerous edge. “Relinquish your claim to my master’s life and no harm will come to you or your men.”

I laughed. “And where will this harm come from Argus?”

“The north.” He simply replied with a booming voice, undoubtedly wanting wash away the stench of that murmur that threatened to topple their command over the many southern clans present with them. “Those northern patriarchs you thought cowed and conquered, descendants of those who thwarted the dozen efforts of your forefathers to pass the mountains, possess the defiant Murathicus spirit of their ancestors still, and have been readying their bows and spears for months now, poised to reclaim what they lost at your butchers’ hands at the mere mention of our command.”

The air almost stilled at his impassioned words, as I beheld the aging lion with a look that could only be described as lacklustre amusement.

“You think you can bargain my right away from me, with the threat of some wannabe dogs?” I paused, as though savouring the absurdity of the trump card he’d hedged so much on in this pivotal moment, as I then asked in blatant disappointment. “I thought you smarter than that lord Argus.” Before I then half turned my head, and gazed longingly at my shadow, as I audibly whispered. “My love. I know you are there, would you mind showing them the fruits of your labour?”

There was a momentary silence where some began to question if I was even more insane than I already appeared to be only a few minutes ago, when I had almost given them whiplash from the instantaneous and violent shifts of mood I displayed.

But then, as though she had always been there and only needed to step to the side to reveal herself, a woman of long pale blonde hair, a cold, proud disposition, with a black piece of clothe wrapping around her eyes, emerged from behind me carrying in her arms a simple wicker basket, the kind you could find in every household south or north of the Hadrians, and covered neatly by a simple, clean grey clothe.

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None understood how, when and where this woman seemed to simply apparate from, but I thought Eviduir must have already had a pretty good idea, owing to the ability of all us demi-Gods possessed, of being able to recognize our own kind with a simple glance.

Though I doubted he would anytime soon accurately pinpoint whose divine essence was flowing through her veins.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, I gently took the parcel from her outstretched hands, and then crudely tossed it to the old man and his patriarchal pupil, so that it curved through the air in a controlled arch, before it then rested at their feat upright and undisturbed, after a brief slide on the bald, hot earth,

“Did you truly think I would so mercifully advance south without first handling, or at least assigning another to deal with the vulpine curs in my own back yard? Or were you simply stacking your bets on you and the Middle land clans causing so much of a ruckus that I would simply forget the tiny embers left smouldering behind me in favour of first quelling the great wild fire to the south? After they tried to betray me no less on the road here? Hmm? Is that what your idiotic minds thought?” I pitilessly jeered at them.

They did not respond to my taunts, and merely shifted their eyes between me and the parcel near their feet with wary eyes, until a couple of seconds later, when Argus carefully bent and removed the covering, revealing the macabre contents within.

“You damned barbaric bastard!” Eviduir roared in rage and disgust, while Argus did not show any extreme reaction, but merely looked into it for a few more seconds.

“Now hand over that cowardly cur Argus, and I will permit you and your men to leave unharmed, while even forgetting your insolence earlier, when you interrupted my duel.” I declared with such controlled calm, it bordered on bored cruelty, as I completely disregarded the infuriated man, and completely focused the pensive looking old man.

As the air then suffocatingly grew thick, as though it was straining to contain the anticipation felt by hundreds of thousands of men, waiting with baited breathes for the felling of his deciding words, which came a second later as a single, decisive syllable “No.”

“Hamilcar.” I was not surprised, as I simply called out the ancient demon’s name, as though I were summoning him from the deepest abyss.

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Hamilcar did not speak, did not waver and did not delay. Within a fraction of a second, he was before them, his mighty war axe held aloft, and blazing with fire the colour of burning blood; yet Argus was not to be so easily outdone.

The executioner’s blade strapped with thick chains to his back broke free, scattering it’s binds to dust, as he whirled it around to face the demon’s blow.

They were clearly not utilizing their full power, for neither did the hill topple like a house of cards, and nor were we unceremoniously hurled from it’s height due the sheer concussive blast of their meeting blades; and yet it seemed a consensus had formed between the two combatants.

“You’ve grown weak senior.” Hamilcar simply said.

“Age has it’s price young man.” Argus almost wistfully shrugged, as he laboured under the force of Hamilcar’s blow.

“Then simply yield.” The demon earnestly advised. “I have no interest in slaying an extraordinary man so far past his prime, like you.”

“You possess a true warrior’s heart, yet you wound me. You wound me deaply, my good sir.” Argus said, as though trying to mimic his usual breezy manner of speech, and yet that was greatly undermined by the returned smile on his lips; that was so utterly unalike his usual airy and carefree one, for there was a terrifying, murderous edge to it, as his aura then exploded out in an indomitable wave, that even forced the mighty, though slightly surprised, Hamilcar a few steps back. “I may not be the warrior I was, yet I dare say I could still keep pace with the you, my young friend.” He finished with a beautiful flourish of his massive sword, as his once hunched back grew as rigid and straight as an arrow, while his already piercing blue eyes, became razor blades that cut through to the marrow.

“Lord of the Eclipse Empire!” He bellowed out, pointing his sword’s blunt tip towards me. “Do you truly wish to fight? To lose tens of thousands of your loyal men? To be forever resented by your men as an incompetent, selfish monarch who demanded they die for little cause?”

“HAHAHAHA!”

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I laughed. A long, loud, derisive laugh. I couldn’t help myself any more. “You still don’t understand? Though I don’t know how you’ve spent the last few years of your life Argus, I do know it was a bloodless, comfortable retirement. For you’ve grown rusty with luxury and corroded with peace. After all, isn’t it basic strategy to learn all you can about your opponent before you face them in combat?”

He seemed taken aback by my words, as I continued.

“Your people Argus, may call me the Great Calamity, but those who’ve known the bite of my blade harder, those who’ve warred against me longer than you have, call me by a different name, do you know it?”

Argus did not answer, but he didn’t need to, as Hasdrubal rose beautifully to the occasion, his voice booming through the plains.

“Soldiers!” He called out. “Who is your master?”

“The Bloody Emperor! The Mad Monarch! The Ruinous Dragon! The Ruinous Dragon! The Ruinous Dragon!” They chanted like it was prayer.

“And what would you do for your master?” He asked.

“Anything!”

“And What would you offer your master?” He asked again.

“Everything!”

“So will you kill now for your master? Will you die?” He queried his last, drawing his twin blades and lifting them high in the air as he did.

This time they did not answer with their tongues, but with their steel, as the ear piercing sound of more than two hundred thousand weapons leaving their sheath and banging against their shields and armour echoed through the vast expanse of the surroundings.

There was a pause, as though the world itself needed a breath, before Argus thundred out with veracious valiance, that explained all too well why those honour guard were so starstruck when they suddenly found them in their midst. “TO ARMS!”

“Oath breakers!” Hasdrubal roared in reply, and the call was quickly taken up by the rest of the army, especially those hailing from the Murathicus lands.

As Hamilcar and Argus were the first to clash, and they did so with the force of two wrestling giants, as the hill of Dushlan expectedly came crumbling down, hurling me, my brothers and Eviduir from it’s height, back towards our own armies.

Thankfully Abraham caught my brothers before they could crash, while Horus and I aided each other in the fall, mitigating the damage.

Meanwhile, Eve who could traverse through shadows like we did doors, simply appeared next to me the following second, utterly unharmed.

“Kill them all!” I roared out in command.