Requiem Of A Failed Hero



"You mother fucking shithead. You have a lot of guts hiding yourself in the space of my domain." Raith said with his eyes strongly fixated on him and his sword still in his mouth.

"We don't need to fight. All I need is for you to break me out of here." Egard-Hearl said, his speech was unclear because he had to talk while being careful of the sword not mistakenly tearing into his throat.

"Last I recall. You were trying to have at my head since I killed your brother. Don't tell me you have given up on that." Raith asked, removing the sword from his mouth and putting it right at the tip of his neck.

"I have not forgotten. But we made a deal, I tell you what you want to know and you help me get out of here."

"That is true. Thanks to you, I am connecting some dots in my head now... but if you had been this nice since the beginning this wouldn't have been drawn out like this."

Egard-Hearl frowned, "What do you–

Before he could complete his statement Raith slid the sword into his throat.

[RULER OF GREED HAS STOLEN WHAT YOU COVET]

[Congratulations, You have defeated the asura Egard-Hearl(weakened)]

[You have gained Egard-Hearl's Sword Of Sun]

[You have gained Egard-Hearl's golden boots]

[You have gained The Trinkets Of Constraint]

[You have gained Ellaf'at Earrings]

"Oh, since Thard-Harl this is the next time I am receiving item drop after killing or receiving a Congratulations for killing"

Raith dumped all the items back into his inventory and watched his domain slowly warp back to reality.

The only thing now was that instead of being inside the enclosed dungeon, he was right outside it. The door had disappeared.

'Is it open because the person it bounded is dead?'

"Too bad, I wanted to see the ruler authority that could force him out of this place. Darn, I wish he had been straight with me from the beginning." Raith shook his head as he looked back at the dungeon and looked forward.

He wasn't surprised that he was already surrounded by yet another round of attackers.

"There's no end to it is there?"

"You! I am sure you died! How are you still alive." The red elf that killed him before, captain of the red elven army yelled at him.

"See young man, you don't say to death, I am sure you died... you probably should have given me sleeping pills or something." Raith replied putting his hand beneath his chin, '...shit, they could actually defeat me by giving me sleeping pills'

"I will kill you again!" The red elf shouted with his sword raised as he dashed at Raith.

With his hand pulled back, Raith charged–

"Fire Force: Ignition fist!"

Wham!

His fist was lunged by an incredible force of fire, turning to a blur as it smashed the red elf's face and incinerated it immediately.

The elf danced around with his head on fire till he could dance no more.

Raith tilted his head at the others.

"Whose next?"

They all dropped their spears and sword and ran away.

Raith watched them his hands in his pocket. After he could not hear the rustling of the leaves as they rummaged through the forest to save their lives again, he looked down at the shining weapons.

"These are quite impressive weapons. Come out"

Like an earthquake, a dark portal split open on the floor, and from it came his soldiers who without being told what to do began to pack the weapons and throw them into the dark portal.

Raith turned to the dead elf, whose head had been burnt to crisp, he pulled one of his hands from his pocket and stretched it at the elf.

"Arise, and serve me."

He beckoned unto the soul of the elf.

Faced with an even greater force than darkness, death itself– the monster's soul couldn't dare to refuse.

Dark smoke was exuding from the body for a little while and from the black smoke, a solid black body with red blazing eyes began to pull itself out, before long he was already standing, holding a black smokey sword.

He bowed to one knee stabbing his sword into the ground.

Tsssss

Red smoke was expunged from its mouth as it opened it.

Raith narrowed his eyes, '...does it want to talk?' Raith wondered.

It was like when a man that has been dumb all his life suddenly gets healed and opened his mouth to talk for the first time.

He was opening his mouth but no voice could be heard, his razor teeth which were not there when he was alive gave him a mean and troublesome facial appearance.

"Mas....ter" He finally spoke.

Raith's eyes widened, he was filled with so much excitement.

'HE SPOKE!'

[You can name your death soldier]

[He will be automatically assigned a rank based on intelligence and strength]

Raith bore down at the holographic interface that appeared before him.

"Okay, let's name you Crimson since you used to be a red elf..." Raith said, curling one corner of his lips.

[You have named death soldier 'Crimson']

[Crimson has been assigned the rank: Major lv.1]

[Through level-up death soldiers can increase their ranks]

"Can you automatically assign others to a rank?"

[Yes]

[Automatically Assigning Death soldiers to ranks based on their intelligence and strength]

[Processing...]

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[Completed]

[Ensign - One hundred and ninety-eight death soldiers]

[Second lieutenant - one death soldier]

[Lieutenant(1) - Kortopi]

[Captain(1) - Jarvis]

[Major(1) - Crimson]

[Lieutenant Colonel - ???]

"Uh? What about Fenrir, isn't he the strongest? He should be the Lieutenant colonel"

[Intelligence has a large part to play]

[Each of these ranks can be assigned a specific amount of soldiers to create a battalion]

[Until Fenrir is intelligent enough to lead a battalion, he will stay your ride]

'...shit, I feel for the wolf.' Raith shook his head.

'...I guess, Crimson is ranked highest because of his leadership skills, considering that he has been leading the elves before he died. I don't know if he is as skilled as Kortopi and Jarvis but I will find that out later, now...–

He immediately swung his head back, '...what if I turn that asura to my soldier?!'