Commander Hermann's POV:
A clean cut. The head of the woman flew sidewards. It fell on the grass with a nauseating 'flop' sound, before bouncing upwards again a few centimetres and coming to a halt after touching the ground again.
Blood began spraying around out of the wound. It landed on Hermann's armor and the corpse started to fall down, dying the grass around it red.
Commander Hermann was obviously not used to this kind of task. With his face covered in blood, he grimaced. He put his hands together and prayed for the ones that had to fall today. He believed that it wasn't right to kill people that they weren't at war with. Even so, if he refused to do his job, he could have been placed into prison or worse, be killed.
He also believed that the poor and weak should be protected by the knights. But he knew it was just a dream of his. He knew, not all of those could be protected. He knew sacrifices had to be made, so that the majority could live happily.
About 70% of the citizens weren't able to use magic. Of course this inspired him to help them. Only 20% out of the 30% were at most at the 3rd layer of the Body Tempering Realm, the lowest of all realms. Only knights and nobles were higher ranked. That was also the reason behind their status. Even so, many of them were still only at the 5th layer of Body Tempering Realm.
Only about 3-4% in the whole city were above their level. The most powerful person in this town was one of the highest ranked knights. He was at 3rd layer of the Martial Beginner Realm, the second lowest realm, and was still very young, so nobody knew how far he would be able to go in the future.
The magician that stood behind commander Hermann made his way towards the corpse. He reached out his hand and flames came flying out of it. They covered the body. It formed a sphere and it shrinked at every moment. After two seconds, the corps was reduced to ash and was blown away by the wind.
The reason behind the fact that there were magicians besides the knights was quite simple. Even though the knights were able to use magic too, they were specialized in close combat. Their mana core element, which every one of them possessed, wouldn't be useful for them otherwise.
For magicians it was exactly the opposite.
Even so, there were still cases where it wasn't quite right. Some people are born with the seeds of both, close and ranged combat, elemental seeds. They were probably 1 in 1 million though.
Suddenly a voice from behind him said: "Commander, there are still some kids left. Should we kill them too?"
Hermann turned around with a glimpse of fear in his eyes. The soldier behind him had a great killing intent and it was possible to sense his bloodlust.
"Yes, if you want to." Even though he didn't want to , he still agreed. He only thought about the consequences that could befall him if he did not.
The knight ran away again and gathered all the other knights. Hermann could literally feel their excitement. He just sight.
About 11 children came running out of the forest. They wanted to search for their parents.
"Where are our parents?" one of them asked anxiously, seeing all the blood on the ground.
The knight in front of them answered with a big smile on his face: "I'm afraid they are not here right now. But instead of them we will now lecture you for your bad behavior of running into the forest alone."
The kids trembled as they heard this. They weren't so dumb as to not know what happened. When they started running away, the soldiers followed them closely. Screams filled the air as the children got tortured by the knights.
Swords repeatedly slashed downwards, slicing open the skin of their playmates. They did it so often until they died.
After all the kids were dead all their gazes suddenly shifted towards the forest again.
There was another child running out of the woods. It was clearly crying. It looked like it just wanted to die.
The boy had a handsome face, dark grey, almost black, and short hair. His eyes were what was fascinating. The left one was light pink, and the right one was blue.
And around this boy, a terrifying aura began to grow.
Idris' POV:
He had seen his mother getting killed.
He had seen his friends getting killed.
He had seen how the village was completly destroyed by these bastards.
His anger had grown every moment since then.
Even though he was anxious, even though he wanted to run away in fear, he couldn't
Instead his body moved on its own, running at the knights, while screaming in rage.
As he arrived at their gathering, he swung his fist towards the nearest soldier. When his hand hit the armor, a cracking sound could be heard. His bones broke. Even so, he didn't give up and hit again and again.
His hand wasn't a hand anymore. It was just a compressed part of flesh. Bones protruded from everywhere.
Even the gazes of the knights were filled with pity.
A power surged within Idris, that made him numb. He could do this all day and feel nothing. The power grew every second making him feel hot.
As it increased, he found his hand regenerating again. All the bones, all the flesh and all the blood, that were sacrificed by him, began to slowly recover. The drops of blood rose from the ground and flew into his veins again.
The same with the bone splinters. They too rose from the grass, constructing new bones. The flesh that had just been fluttering in the wind were elevated and became stiff as the hand recovered completly.
The knights were shocked.They couldn't have anticipated this outcome.
As the power became stronger again, Idris' body grew a whole metre. He was now 1.80 metres tall. His body began to be surrounded by black matter. It moved as if it was fire. His skin transformed too. It turned black as the flames. His eyes emitted red light and two horns grew on his forehead.
It looked just like the devil.