Clayton was in the midst of the enemy brigade, laid flat on his back.
People who didn't know any better were stomping on his body, on his head, primarily, as they tried to kill him, but they only got frustrated after every other kick, because he was putting The Fear Of God in them!
Unlike what he was yelling about earlier, he was being trampled, kind of, but at this point it was voluntary. He let the enemy kick him, just so he could heal himself every other second, and freak them out just for the fun of it. Unlike Soul Points, he had no shortage of Life Essence, and he used it to heal himself, his skull behaving like a liquid, nearly immune to damage.
Clayton was like a God right now, as long as he had a great quantity of Life Essence to spend. As for the enemy, he'd be satisfied if a couple of people pissed their pants when they realized that they could not in fact kill him.
A minute later, when he did smell piss, he laughed his lungs out, and as he laughed, the men that had been kicking him profusely, finally backed away, pushing through the crowd around them as they fled. They've wised up, and were fully convinced that there was something wrong about the amped up, manic naked man that was laid on the ground.
After a good, hearty laugh, Clayton finally initiated step two of his frantic plan. The step that would pull everything together, and put the situation to his favor.
Out of both of his palms, he released the Life Draining Mist!
He flapped his arms around like a cheerleader, unleashing the mist at great quantities. It spread wide like a forest fire, as the smoky mist expanded as soon as it mixed up with the air around him.
One would think that the mist was even sentient, as it followed potential victims like a hungry predator. He didn't have to run around to spread the mist, no, he remained flat on his back, and the mist expanded by itself!
Since his clones were tens of meters away from him, he spared no Mana as he released the mist, as he knew that he wouldn't hurt anyone important. The Followers of Thaleena were even further away than the slaves, so the mist only claimed his enemies as victims, and nobody else!
Bodies started dropping several at a time, after every other second.
The mist was not poisonous, his victims could even breathe through it for a few seconds without feeling a burn in their respiratory system, but inevitably, their life got drained out of them.
Some who were smarter, and realized what was going on, tried to escape the mist. They flapped their arms around to push the mist away, some held their breaths, and a few even tried to run away, but ultimately, the result was the same for all of them!
The red mist even got stronger as it absorbed its victims! It expanded further after every other second, as if it was an albeit slow moving dust cloud.
Escape was futile, as even if a victim spent a fraction of a second in the mist, they wouldn't survive even if they managed to run away from its red smoke cover!
All that was left from his affected enemies were their skeletons, the clothes on their back, and the armor they used to wear before they succumbed to their fate.
Clothes had this interesting effect where it weighed down on skeletons, and in turn, breaking a few bones. The skeletons were that brittle after the Life Draining Mist was done with them!
As he laid on the ground, Clayton felt as if he was in Heaven. He hadn't yet absorbed the benefits that the mist reaped for him, no, he was just happy overall. His emotions were amped up by all the Life Essence he initially drained before he made his way to the heart of the brigade.
Other than that, the desperate screams of the enemy as they ran away, gave him a great sense of joy!
Was he an evil man? Perhaps.
Perhaps he had been evil throughout several decades and didn't know it? Perhaps he was meant to be evil from this day and onwards?
It was hard to tell for sure, but as he laid flat, with a wide smile on his face, he thought about his family. His parents, brother, and sister, which also made him quite happy.
He thought about the happy times he had with them. He remembered this one day in particular where his little sister broke their mother's favorite vase, and she was so scared about it that she hid in the attic all day, only for her mother to lure her out with sweet candy treats. Their mother was a sweet woman, and that day she had been more heartbroken about the fact that her daughter was scared of her, rather than the broken vase. She embraced her daughter, and gave her a lot of candy for a week straight, just to make her feel more comfortable, and loved.
Other than that, he remembered going hunting with his father. One of the best days of his life was when he shot a Great Elk, a massive creature in its own right, with a Crossbow from up close. Not only was its meat tender and delicious, but he was also proud of the fact that he went head-to-head with a beast twice his height, and won!
He nailed the Great Elk on the head, killing it on the spot. His father was so impressed by his aim, that he boasted about it to his friends for a full year!
Clayton liked to remember his family as sweet, and loving. He wanted to only bear fond memories of them, and this was what kept him going for years, and it even kept him from ending his own life plenty of times in the past.
Today, as hundreds of men and women fell under the influence of his attacks, he liked to believe that the resting bodies of his family got a bit of weight removed from them. He was hoping that they felt better, and less burdened up there in Paradise after the deeds he committed today.
Clayton may not have killed the men who were directly related to the unfair slaughter of his family, but this brigade likely worked under the orders of the same King that gave the order, so this was a good start.
Overall, he did not intend to stop until the King himself, and the King's Guard were dead. Today was only the beginning!
The system kept flashing a number at the corner of his right eye. He paid no attention to it at first, but then he realized what it was about. Even though he hadn't absorbed the Life Draining Mist yet, he was racking up Soul Points in great quantities! Life Essence and Soul Points were apparently separate, which he found quite satisfying.
"This ought to get me plenty of slaves," He sighed in satisfaction, and kept his eyes closed. "The battle is over, and the King shall fear me soon! I'm coming for him next."