In the middle of the convoy, there was a giant assassin standing with a man drenched in small cuts.

Although the giant assassin had taken damaged as well; it was not so substantial.

Arthemor who was still heartbroken from the death of his family could barely care about this battle. His will was broken. He almost didn't even want revenge. He just wanted to join his family in the afterlife.

'My son, my wife. The light of my eyes.'

Tears of sorrow dropped down from his eyes.

*Clang* *Clang*

As soon as the two warrior's swords clashed.

*Swoosh* *Swoosh*

Two bolts from crossbows were fired at Arthemor.

The bolts pierced him right in both his legs

"Yes!!" shouted Tregor with proud smile.

"Anti-force." said Arthemor but still had no reaction.

He could feel his strength leaving him at an incredibly fast rate.

Both warriors crossed blades with each other but one had no strength nor the will to fight.

The giant assassin, while holding Arthemor's sword with his left-hand sword, used the sword in his right hand to stab Arthemor's thigh.

There was a deep wound on his thigh yet Arthemor did not even flinch. This pain was insignificant compared to what his heart felt.

**Cling* *Clang**

Swords crossed again but just then....

"Aaarrrgg!!" a group of assassins circling the two were attacked by a black horse.

It was Dulahan. He has come to his master's aid.

*Stab**Stab**Stab*

Dulahan was stabbed, shot and pierced with all manner of weapons.

Arthemor saw his loyal steed who he raised himself giving his life for him.

Dulahan's head was cut off by two assassins holding great axes.

*Thud*

Dulahan had died. He was beheaded.

"What a loyal horse." said Tregor while standing on the tree branch.

The giant assassin now focused again on Arthemor.

There were no more distractions.

*Slash* *Splash*

Arthemor was forced on to his knees. The Anti-force poison and blood loss have taken its toll on his body.

His body did not obey him anymore. He was slowly being paralyzed.

The giant assassin placed his blade on Arthemor's neck and said "You are strong. Even with so many advantages I was struggling even though we are of the same rank. I respect your strength; I will give you a painless death."

The assassin raised his sword in the air. As he was about to strike...

"NOOOOOO!!!" a shout was heard and everyone turned to look at a boy who just came out of the forest.

When Arthemor saw this, his spirit was restored. It was as if all his wishes came true. He was happy. He shed tears of job.

He looked at his son and gave a smile with all his strength. It looked like he wanted to say something but he could not move his jaw or open his mouth.

When the giant assassin saw the boy, he understood who he was.

Even though he was wearing a mask, one could easily see the outline of an evil smile on his face.

He then turned to Arthemor and with a force that could shatter granite, he swung his sword downwards.

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*Thud*

In the forest of Liontari. Just before a sharp curve, there was a unique man who was kneeling on the ground. What was so unique about this man was not this many achievements, not his bejewelled attire, not his strength.

This man was kneeling up-right but he was missing a head.

Dominic was paralyzed from the shock. He could not move from the shock he was in.

It took him around 8 seconds to reach.

"FA... FAAAATHHEEEEEEER!"

Dominic used telekinesis on all the bolts and swords from the ground.

The also used necromancy on all the dead in the battle field. As he did so he could feel a new found understanding of necromancy. He had increased his rank again.

The zombies he had risen were much powerful than the ones he previously used against the assassins.

At this moment, the assassins where outnumbered by the zombies.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" shouted Dominic as he pushed his hands forwards.

Hundreds of projectiles were launched at the assassins. Be it swords, spears, daggers or bolts. Anything which had a steel edge was thrown at them.

Instantly around 40 assassins died as they could not protect themselves from all sides simultaneously while the brutish zombies were throwing themselves on the assassins.

Even the giant assassin who killed Arthemor had a hard time defending himself against all these attacks.

Many died since there was no technique or sword art or strategy to defend against such a situation.

"We accomplished what we came for; retreat." Ordered Tregor who was still watching from a tree branch.

All the assassins tried to flee for their live in all directions.

At this point, many of the zombies were ordered to grab on to some of the assassins.

The brutish zombies punched some of the assassin's unconscious. Some of their punches were so strong that the assassin's skull's broke or their necks broke due to the incoming force.

The giant assassin slew many zombies but he decided to retreat. Not because he feared Dominic but because he was only hired to kill Arthemor.

In their escape, a dozen assassins died.

*Silence*

The wind blew, the fire burnt with a heavy smoke. The dead were lying all around. There were now only 4 living people on the battle field.

Dominic walker over to his father's corpse.

He knelt on the ground in front of him.

He took his head from the ground with both his hands and touched his forehead to his father's.

"I promise you father. I will avenge you. Please rest easy knowing that your enemies will be tortured in this life and the next. I swear." said Dominic as he shed tears.

Dominic held his father's head and hugged it tightly near his abdomen as he curled up on it and cried.

He was not ready to lose his father.

For 2 mins he held his father's head and cried for him.

In exactly 2 minutes the sound of cries stopped.

Dominic whose death was lowered and was sobbing just second ago slowly raised his head.

There was no expression on his face; Nothing.

He placed his father's head next to his body.

He got up and raised his hand towards Arthemor's headless corpse.

He then used his space ring to bring and both Arthemor's head and body disappeared.

Author: As long as the human is dead, the space ring and place it in itself.

He then turned towards the 4 unconscious assassins.

His mind was filled with thousands of methods to extract information from them.

These assassins were the best lead he currently had on his attackers.

He had heard that many assassins would rather kill themselves than to reveal the identity of their employer.

It mattered not. Dominic would not give them a chance to kill themselves. He had ways to make them talk. He had the patience. He had the means.

Only when they have spilled everything they knew and only if Dominic felt satisfied with torturing them would he reward them with death.

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