Epic Of The Demonic Sage

The two Lost looked even more intimidating now, and the enemy soldiers couldn't help but take a few steps back in shock.

One of the Lost then broke into a sprint towards the enemy soldiers while the other one crouched on the ground.

"What are they doing?" Donald was confused.

"ATTACK! STOP HIM!" The enemy commander shouted.

Various attacks were launched towards the lost that was sprinting towards them, but he was simply too fast and managed to dodge all of them. The few that grazed by him left him unaffected and he simply kept on running.

In the blink of an eye, he was just a couple of meters away from the enemy soldiers.

A visible imprint was left on the ground as the Lost leaped into the air. Then it spun around and flexed its leg.

A mass of red energy formed on his leg in that instant and was sent out in an arc, shooting toward the enemy soldiers.

The arc of red energy hit six soldiers at once and cut them in half. 

"This… what kind of a gift is this?" The enemy soldiers were stunned to see this.

This was another mistake that they made. While they were focused on the Lost that had kicked out, there was another that was rapidly approaching them. Except this time, it was not running, but rolling on the ground.

Like a bowling ball striking the pins, the rolling Lost crushed and knocked away the unaware enemies. The commander was caught in this too and his body was reduced to a mangled mess.

The Lost kept on rolling around, looking like a maroon ball that let off Grey gas. 

"Argh! Why does it burn?!" the enemy soldiers that had managed to survive the attack saw that their bodies felt like they were burning. 

"My hand! Why is it turning black!?" The soldier shouted frantically.

Multiple embroiders realized that their body parts that had come in contact with the grey gas that the Lost exuded were now turning black. Soon they lost feeling in those parts and only pain was left behind.

"NOOO!!!" 

The loss of a limb was often too much for most people to bear. But in this case, they were losing way more than just limbs. At least the ones that had their limbs or extremities affected were still able to live.

Those who had their torso or other vital parts affected were now close to dying. The blacking spread deep into their organs, making them shut down and effectively killing them.

"POISON! THEY ARE POISON GIFTED!" The scared soldiers shouted.

By now, over two hundred of the soldiers had been killed and it had not even been two minutes since the appearance of the Lost. The rate of killing was simply too shocking and caught the attention of everyone.

The group that was attacking the main army of the Inanis family also had to stop and take a look. They could no longer afford to let the others handle their backs, as they had either been killed or crippled.

The two brothers who used the cannon balls narrowed their eyes as they gazed at the two lost wreaking havoc. The other three were in the distance and were walking towards them as well, their maces resting on their shoulders. 

"What do you think, brother?" One of the cannon brothers asked.

"They are certainly not from the Inanis family. We didn't get any intel about this." The second brother spoke.

"Which means… they are hired mercenaries like the rest." The first brother spoke.

"Possibly… don't know how they got a mercenary group this strong, but we should have known about this. Ugh! We need to get rid of them first, then we'll report to the higher ups." The seconded brother said as he brought his arms together in a praying gesture.

"Alright," the first one did the same and faced the incoming Lost.

Lucius who had been observing from the far, saw them turning around and smirked.

"Can't hold back anymore, can you?" Lucius said.

Two cannon balls were launched from the hands of the two brothers and they soared towards the two Lost that were the closest.

"They are done for now." A surviving soldier that was sitting on the ground spoke.

He knew the might of the two cannon brothers and knew that their gift's power was not something that could be easily stopped.

The two cannon balls targeted each of the two lost, the one that kicked out arcs of energy and the other one that was rolling. They noticed the oncoming attacks of course, and responded.

The rolling Lost bounced up into the air and bashed into the cannonball directly. The second lost on the other hand, kicked the cannon ball as if it were a football.

"IMPOSSIBLE!" the two brothers said in unison.

They could have understood if the two Lost tried to dodge, but meeting the two cannon balls head-on was simply unfathomably to them.

A loud explosion echoed across the battlefield, shaking everyone's eardrums.

"What the hell was that?" the soldiers that were on the northern side looked in the direction of the southern side with confusion.

"Big mistake," A low voice was heard coming from their behind, but they didn't even have the chance to respond.

A metallic glint was seen in one instant and blood spilled in the next. Gabriel withdrew his sword and lunged to the side, dodging a couple of strikes that had come his way.

"Seems like they are really up to the mark… or even better." Gabriel said, knowing what was likely happening on the southern side.

'Just hold on Asher, this battle will be ours.' Gabriel said in his mind and stared at the soldiers like a wolf gazing upon its prey. 

He attacked the soldiers and weaved through them with ease.. If one looked at him right now, they would think that the man was simply dancing on the battlefield.