One of the most important parts of the story lies in this comic. Before we begin, a quick reminder for those whom had NOT read the previous comics: If you are uninterested, think this is post-farming, an absolute waste of time or even a piece of garbage, just leave, I'm not the one keeping you here. So for those who seem interested in this comic, I recommend reading the previous comics, so you can keep up. Now with these warnings out of the way, let's pick up right back from where we left off. Through the castle doors was tall, heavily-built man. Beside the tall man were two guards, both identical and difficult to tell apart. An injured Kocoski in the grasp of the guards and the tall man stares me down with his pirecing, blue eyes. He holds out not one or two or even three, but eighteen arms, sixteen of them being made of solid steel. King Henry: I’ve been awaiting your presence, PyroKnight. PyroKnight: Let the boy go. King Henry: Don’t you think it’s time to end your shenanigans? This charade has gone on long enough, the people deserve to live in harmony and far out of your reach. PyroKnight: Coming from the King of Chaos himself. Now I’m not going to tell you again... let the boy... go. King Henry: Surrender yourself, then the boy will go. PyroKnight: I didn’t come to bargain... I came to put the Corrupted One to an end. King Henry: Hmm... I’m sorry, but King Valos doesn’t fall to commoners, such as yourself. My eyes widen and my fists clenched. My rage builds, I withdraw my sword and I charge towards King Henry, who blocked using three of his arms. He tightens his grip around my blade and tosses me aside like a ragged doll. King Henry marches down the stairs of stone and withdraws his own blades. Each blade for each of his eighteen arms, causing eighteen times the trouble. Whilst this had been happening, Italo had nearly escaped NightTroy’s camp and is searching for an opportunity to flee without being caught. NightTroy: Come out, Child... I have your scent. Soldier Two: Sir? Are you doing well? Soldier One: You’re acting like a dog. No one can smell another human being like that. NightTroy: Then you’re not me. I’m a being... far beyond you. NightTroy’s limbs turns black and shapes his hand into a hammer and squashes the soldiers faces into a pile of bloody mush. Italo peaks from a corner and finds such a horrendous sight, he continues to run, however stopped by a corpse flung right at him. Blood splatters on the grass and Italo, completely mindless of where he’s stepping, he steps on a ‘ripped open’ lung. No surprise, NightTroy was aware of the sweet sound of blood. NightTroy: Don’t think you can escape me this easily, child. You don’t want me to get angry, do you? You won’t like me if I’m angry. NightTroy’s limbs change into giant arms, using them to rip trees straight out of the ground. NightTroy gets more and more impatient to the point where you can hear him breathing. Italo searches for objects to fight the God of Shadows with, but all Italo found was a bucket of water and a stick. Italo had no other choice, NightTroy was hot on his heels and thirsty for blood. Italo waited for a good chance to strike, while NightTroy was hunting him down. NightTroy: URGH! I’LL FIND YOU!!! Italo: You want me? Here I am! Italo leaps from behind and throws a stick into NightTroy’s eye, yet NightTroy was aware of the attack and holds Italo by his head. Italo grabs out the bucket of water and whispers to himself ‘Please be effective, please be effective.’ NightTroy knocks the bucket out of Italo’s grip, yet the water falls onto NightTroy, inflicting tons of pain. Italo: Oh my god, it actually worked? NightTroy: ARGH!! The water effect didn’t last long, it was only a matter of time before NightTroy snapped out of his pain and unleashed his upon Italo. NightTroy shapes his hand into an enormous blade to deliver the final blow. Before NightTroy could react, a warrior with duel swords appears from the sky and slices off NightTroy’s arm. She looks up at NightTroy, seeming to recognise him fondly. NightTroy: Shazil... Shazil: Troy... when was the last time we met? NightTroy: I thought you’d still be that disgusting beast, the Corrupted One made it very clear; angels and demons are not supposed to roam the mortal realm. Shazil: Just because he says that, doesn’t mean I listen to him. Shazil waves her two swords in front of NightTroy and he shapes his arms into axes. The two clash and shook the woods, blow after blow, Shazil summons arrows of light to keep NightTroy contained, but NightTroy pushes back by using his limbs to create a sheild for himself. Italo takes this advantage to flee, this was only a duel between Shazil and NightTroy. NightTroy: You were ALWAYS the trouble maker of your race. Shazil: You’re a danger to the world! The ender-virus controls you like a puppet. NightTroy: Nothing controls me! I control it! I harness it! I am it! NightTroy attacks even further and Shazil continues to fight, no matter the cost. This isn’t the only duel, don’t forget about King Henry versus PyroKnight. King Henry using his multiple swords to pick up heavy objects to chuck at me, which I slice in half. King Henry throws his swords at me, one by one, once he finishes he strikes me with every arm on his body. I then realise that Henry’s arms are made of a thousand year old metal, they should come off easily. So I grab out my chains and throw it at King Henry. King Henry: Ha! You think pieces of scrap will stop me!? PyroKnight: Don’t make me laugh! King Henry: Oh, I’m just getting started! The chains were wrapped around his wrists, I pulled with all my might and tore of four of his eighteen arms. King Henry doesn’t stop there, he uses his arms to pick up giant pieces of rubble and toss them at me. I use my chains to launch them back at him, causing him to be stunned. I pull off a few more of his arms, till he had two. His normal two arms, made of flesh and bone. He raises his hand into the air, which glows a bright blue and makes the wind feel hazy. I looked up at King Henry and see a sword made out of chaos ore. King Henry: You’ve been a nice punching bag for me, PyroKnight. But you end here! PyroKnight: GO TO HELL!! In moments of rage, I summon my sword and duel King Henry. Sparks of fire and chaos sprung out of the air and lit the kingdom to cinder. Kocoski breaks free of the guards and rushes into the fight and dodges the guards. King Henry gave his guards a death stare, before facing us again. Kocoski aimed for the left side of King Henry and I aimed for the right. He puts up a fight, but eventually Kocoski and I get the best of him and chop both his arms off. King Henry: No... no no no no. What are you? PyroKnight: ...God. In a flash, a head flies off into the distance. PyroKnight and Kocoski remains victorious for today, however there are a few things unanswered... what happened to Shazil and NightTroy, where’s Italo, is Luisa really dead? The main question is however... what happened to land and is ‘Valos’ linked to this? To be continued...
