Creation: The Path of a God (Updated Edition)

Chapter 3 - Part 23 (Book 1 - Fantasy World)

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There was a slight tremor of the pikes as the soldiers watched the merciless knights unceasingly rush towards them at speeds never before witnessed, apathetic towards the pikemans' trivial defense.

Soldiers began murmuring prayers to their gods and last-minute farewells to loved ones. Their loyalty to the Empire was the only chain keeping them from dropping their weapons and fleeing away from the nightmarish creatures.

A few whimpers were heard as soldiers noticed the unnatural appearance of their enemy, raising memories from their childhood of an overflowing ocean of monsters.

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The forest of pikes shattered and exploded upon making contact with the Knights. Woodchip shrapnel scattered in all directions, the small pieces of wood becoming knives as they sliced into the pikemen.

Their surprise and yell of surprise quickly transformed into screams of pain as the soldiers were mercilessly and brutally trampled under the hooves of the undead Knights.

Limbs and bodies instantly turned into ground meat. Sounds of bodies squished into pulpy formless masses were accompanied by soldiers screaming and begging for their mothers.

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Listening to the screams, Han opened his mouth to take in a morsel of smoked ham. Tasting the smoky flavor of the meat in his mouth, he rolled his eyes back and moaned in enjoyment.

Occasionally, Han raised his glass -- complimenting Queen for allowing him to see such an excellent show.

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The Knights' spears and tridents continued to pierce into soldiers. Remembering the orders of their mistress, they purposefully aimed at their guests' stomachs, legs, and arms.

Soldiers would often stare at their waist, seeing organs spilling out of them -- their armor seeming to only be helpful as decoration against the merciless and eldritch enemy.

Once they were deep into the formation of the Empire's forces, some Knights began to toss aside their weapons -- switching to something more fitting for close combat.

Those that chose to discard their lances pulled out their long swords, the blades flashing menacingly as the light from the moon bounced off the dreadful and cold metal.

As soldiers raced to attack the Knights, the undead warhorses used their hind legs to accurately kick into the chest of the unfortunate souls.

Metal chest armor crumbled as the soldier's ribs shattered from the impact, piercing and puncturing organs. Blood overflowed out of their mouths as they drowned due to internal bleeding.

The Knights on the two ends mowed down soldiers on their way out of the Empire forces. Separated from the middle group, the end groups sped away into the surrounding fields.

After gaining enough distance, both groups of nights charged back toward the remaining Empire soldiers.

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Dennan watched as the enemy Knights made their way out of his men, leaving behind trails of ground meat and pitiful screams.

Hearing the explosion of flesh ground into a formless paste, Dennan struggled to hold onto his sanity. Noticing the strange movements of the enemy, he raised a brow -- confused by why the two groups were escaping when they were defeating his men with overwhelming force.

Slowly the madness which had been growing retreated, bringing clarity. Dennan raised his brow upon putting together what was about to occur.

"Mages! Fire at those unholy nightmares!" Dennan screamed at a shivering group of mages close to him.