Epic Of The Demonic Sage

The Lost let out an aura of rage that startled the Ice user. 

"What the hell are they?" The man was confused and scared now.

His gift was something he had often been praised for and not many had survived under its effect. Even the ones that did were greatly injured. As for the ones that were not, they either had gifts that were the counter to his gift, or just on the same rank as his.

Having an Epic ranked gift usually meant that the person would have a decent life usually and that was exactly the same case with this man. But after a point, he realized life was boring, and he took up jobs such as these.

He discovered that killing people was something that gave him joy and them despairing in loss was also something pleasurable. But what he had not thought was that today he would be the one despairing instead.

"HNG! HAAA!" The Lost let out a growl and broke all of the ice around his body.

~CRACK~

~SHATTER~

The rest of the Lost did the same, and now they were free. 

~STEP~CRACK~STEP~CRACK~

With each step, the ice below them shattered into small pieces. A normal human would have slipped on the ice, but they took care of this by directly breaking it.

~DENG~

The lost raised his leg and stomped on the ground, cracking the entire ice floor.

~CRACK~

~DENG~

He moved ahead and stomped again, shattering more ice. After two more such stomps the entire area was now rough again. Ice shards were still spreading on the ground though, making it cold. But at least no one would slip on it now.

The lost walked and then broke into a spring.

"EEE!" the ice user got startled and shot out more ice winds from his hands.

Unfortunately for him, the lost had already gained momentum and was not going to stop just from that. 

~WHOOSH~

A jet of icy wind barraged the lost, but he kept on running. His maroon armor had become white with frost and ice, but even then, he did not stop. The ice user was left baffled and in shock.

He took a few steps back and gritted his teeth before starting to run as well.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! THAT\'S NOT A HUMAN!" The ice user was now scared.

~splat~

Unfortunately, that was the last thing he could speak before blood spurted out of his chest and mouth. He felt incredibly weak and looked down. He couldn\'t feel any pain which felt strange to him, but he also could not feel his body now.

A large and broad arm had come out of his chest. It had a crimson color on it, evidently due to his blood. The white frost had been stained by his blood now. 

~cough~ cough~

The man coughed out more blood and soon his eyes dulled.

~thud~

The Lost flicked his hand, throwing out the now dead ice user. His body fell some distance away as more blood spilled from the large hole in his chest. The other Lost were not satisfied though, and wreaked havoc on the other frozen soldiers around them.

Their bodies were stomped upon and crushed. A mess of flesh and blood was left on the ground, which made even the Count Shudder.

"Are they… even human at this point?" Gabriel muttered to himself.

He felt relieved that these were on his side rather than the enemy. He had already seen the level of brutality they could express and the ruggedness that they had. Unleashing a group of them upon an army had proved to be enough to wipe them out.

Gabriel even wondered what would happen if these Maroon armored warriors were assembled into a true army.

"Perhaps it would be a true \'Legion\' then…" Gabriel said to himself.

Having killed all those that they could even though they were mostly dead, the lost looked around. At this moment, they got another signal, and they changed to look at the final enemy regiment that had been left.

Soon, the army of Drew experienced what was true fear. Even the army of the Inanis family was stunned seeing the appearance of the Masked legion. They had not known that they would be joining the battle and were stupefied that they were on their side.

By now, the Inanis army had been reduced by about 40%. The remaining 60% were worried whether they would win or not, but the Lost had truly changed the tide of the battle. 

With the southern and northern regiments decimated, only the main western one was left. The commanders had already been killed and now the soldiers were left on their own. About thirty minutes later, each and every enemy soldier was killed in a brutal way.

The Inanis soldiers experienced the might of the masked legion for the first time. They didn\'t even need weapons and could just use their fists and body to break apart armors. Their gifts were powerful too, and were more like siege weapons.

They had thought that the cannon brothers and the ice user were already terrifying, but the Lost were on a different level. They didn\'t speak, but the aura that they exuded was suppressive.

The Lost that had the gift, Pile Driver had created several craters and holes across the battlefield along with impaling multiple enemy soldiers. The other lost that kicked out arcs of energy and released the Grey gas had stopped as they had run out of Hell Aether.

Lucius had realized that they too could produce hell Aether, but at a far lower efficiency than him. Thus once they ran out of either hell energy or Aether, they would stop. Of course, in all cases it was them running out of Aether rather than hell energy.

Lucius had made sure that each of the lost had more than enough hell energy to last for at least three days.. He didn\'t really want them going on a rampage and ripping apart men to eat them.