Absolute Cheater

Bloodcrown—a family known for their unparalleled strength, capable of dominating not just a kingdom but the entire world. A single elder of their lineage was said to wield enough power to destroy and conquer a continent on his own.

But now, one such elder had been slaughtered with such ease that made Alaric doubted whether the fallen was truly from their family. Deep down, however, he knew the truth. This was no stranger—it was indeed one of his own.

Alaric turned his gaze toward the monster who called himself Pazu, cutting a bloody path toward the Bloodcrown estate.

"Kill him," Alaric commanded, his voice cold and resolute. A high elder nodded in acknowledgment, rising into the air from the castle. The illusory Bloodcrown above his head gleamed ominously, and a torrent of blood surged toward him, enveloping his form. In moments, he stood transformed into a towering Blood Knight, a crimson titan of unholy power.

The massive Blood Knight hefted its enormous sword and swung it with terrifying force at Pazu. The dark figure responded in kind, lashing out with his own blade forged of malevolent energy. Their weapons collided in a deafening explosion of power, sending shockwaves that shattered the battlefield below.

The clash between the Blood Knight and the Darkborne monstrosity raged, their titanic struggle uprooting the very earth and scattering the ongoing skirmishes like leaves in a storm. This was no ordinary duel—it was a battle of giants, shaking the foundations of the world itself.

The ground trembled as the Blood Knight pressed forward, its blade cutting arcs through the air with blinding speed. Each swing carried the weight of centuries of bloodshed, the accumulated essence of countless lives. Yet, Pazu stood unfazed. His dark energy coiled around him like living shadows, twisting and snapping at the crimson knight.

"You are nothing but an ant!" Pazu snarled, his voice a guttural growl that seemed to echo from the depths of the abyss. He raised his sword, black energy surging along its edge. With a single strike, he met the Blood Knight's blade once more, the resulting impact splitting the sky with a blinding flash of light and darkness intertwined.

Alaric watched from the castle, his expression unreadable. The Bloodcrown estate trembled under the force of the battle. Pieces of the ancient stone walls crumbled, falling into the blood-soaked grounds below.

"Hold your ground," Alaric muttered to himself, though it was unclear if he spoke to the Blood Knight or to himself. He clenched his fists, feeling the overwhelming power radiating from both combatants.

Pazu roared, unleashing a wave of dark energy that sent the Blood Knight skidding backward, gouging massive trenches into the earth. But the Blood Knight stood tall, its glowing eyes burning like twin suns of rage. It lunged forward, blade raised high, intent on cleaving the intruder in two.

Pazu smirked, sidestepping with unnatural speed, and retaliated with a slash that tore through the Blood Knight's armor, leaving a gash from which blood oozed like molten lava. The knight staggered but quickly recovered, the wound sealing itself as the blood around it flowed back into place.

"You are persistent," Pazu mused, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "But persistence without purpose is meaningless."

The Blood Knight did not respond, for it had no words—only the will of the elder controlling it. It swung again, its strikes growing faster, more desperate, each one aiming to overpower the dark monster before it.

But Pazu was relentless, meeting every blow with ease, his movements precise and calculated. It was clear he was toying with his opponent, testing the limits of the Blood Knight's strength.

Alaric's eyes narrowed as he observed the battle. He's stronger than I thought, he admitted to himself, a rare moment of doubt creeping into his mind. Yet, he could not show weakness. Not now. Not while his family's legacy hung in the balance.

"Prepare the others," Alaric said, turning to a group of Bloodcrown warriors gathered behind him. "If the Blood Knight falls, we will face him together. He will not walk away from this estate alive."

The warriors nodded, their faces grim but resolute. The Bloodcrown would not surrender, not to Pazu, not to anyone.

The clash between the Blood Knight and Pazu intensified, shaking the heavens and earth. The Blood Knight lunged again, unleashing a whirlwind of strikes. Each blow sent ripples of crimson energy through the air, carving craters into the earth and scattering debris like confetti.

But Pazu moved like a shadow, slipping through the barrage with inhuman grace. His sword—dark and jagged like a shard of the void—countered with brutal efficiency, each swing sending arcs of black energy slicing through the Blood Knight's defenses.

The Blood Knight staggered, its towering form flickering as the blood that sustained it struggled to keep pace with the onslaught. Pazu grinned, his fanged smile oozing with cruel satisfaction.

"Is this the best the Bloodcrown can muster?" he sneered, driving his sword deep into the Blood Knight's chest. The massive figure convulsed as the dark energy seeped into its core, threatening to unravel the ancient magic binding it.

In the distance, Alaric watched in silence, his face a mask of fury and determination. With a wave of his hand, the warriors behind him stepped forward, their eyes glowing with the same crimson light as the Blood Knight. They began to chant in unison, their voices merging into an ominous hymn that made the very air tremble.

The Blood Knight suddenly roared, its shattered form surging with new strength as the blood of its summoners flowed into it. The gash in its chest sealed, and its armor solidified, burning brighter than ever before. With a mighty swing, it drove Pazu back, forcing him to skid across the battlefield.

Pazu straightened, his smirk widening. "Ah, so there's more to you after all," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. He raised his hand, summoning a storm of black lightning that crackled around him, darkening the sky. "Good. I was starting to get bored."

The Blood Knight charged, its renewed strength turning its movements into a blur of crimson destruction. The two forces collided again, their strikes releasing shockwaves that sent nearby mountains crumbling and reduced the estate grounds to an apocalyptic wasteland.

Above it all, Alaric stood firm, his mind racing. This cannot end like this. If Pazu wins, it won't just be the Bloodcrown's pride that falls—our very existence will be erased.

"Ready the Bloodgate," Alaric ordered suddenly, his voice cutting through the din of battle.

The warriors behind him hesitated, their faces blanching. "The Bloodgate, my lord?" one of them asked cautiously. "But the consequences—"

"Do it," Alaric snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument. "If we do not act now, there will be no Bloodcrown left to worry about consequences."

The warriors exchanged uneasy glances before nodding. They began their preparations, carving sigils into the ground with their blades and spilling their own blood into the grooves. The sigils glowed with an eerie red light, pulsating in time with the battle raging nearby.

Pazu, still locked in combat with the Blood Knight, noticed the change in the air. His grin faltered for the first time as he glanced toward the castle. "What are you planning, Alaric?" he muttered, his eyes narrowing.

The Bloodgate's activation was nearing completion, its energy building into a vortex of blood and power. Alaric stepped forward, his crimson eyes burning like embers. "You've made a grave mistake, Pazu," he said, his voice carrying across the battlefield. "You thought the Bloodcrown would break so easily."

With a final surge of energy, the Bloodgate erupted in a blinding explosion of crimson light, bathing the entire battlefield in its glow. Whatever Alaric had summoned, it was about to change the course of the fight—and perhaps the fate of the world.

The crimson light from the Bloodgate expanded, its glow consuming the battlefield and forcing all within its radius to pause—even Pazu, whose dark energy faltered momentarily in its overwhelming presence.

From the vortex of light emerged a figure, neither man nor beast, but a being forged entirely of blood and wrath. It towered over the Blood Knight, its body a pulsating mass of veins, arteries, and molten essence, exuding a pressure so suffocating that even the earth beneath it began to crack and buckle.

"The Blood Annihilation Titan..." one of the warriors whispered in awe and terror, their voice barely audible over the deafening hum of power.

Alaric's expression remained grim as he gazed upon the summoned monstrosity. This was no mere weapon. It was a manifestation of the Bloodcrown's legacy, an ancient guardian sealed away for centuries, its very existence a double-edged sword.

The Blood Titan let out a roar that shook the heavens, its soundless cry vibrating through the hearts of all present. It turned its glowing, formless eyes toward Pazu, its very gaze a promise of annihilation.

Pazu stood still, his smirk now replaced with a look of wary curiosity. "Interesting," he muttered, gripping his blade tighter.