My Space-Time System

This was Xeros, the third strongest member of the League of Assassins, he was also considered the most ruthless member of the League. He is someone whose madness was considered only second to Verdigris.

In fact, Verdigris was only considered crazier because he indulged in gross acts with his plant element like the Fernwave assimilation spell.

"W-what is he doing here? Do they want to destroy the entire Calton?" Carmilla muttered while her body shuddered involuntarily.

Xeros grabbed his cloak by the collar and in one graceful move, he pushed aside the hood draped over his head with a crazed grin spread across his face as the sky darkened and the clouds turned black.

The sudden change sent shivers down the spine and what was even more terrifying was watching the Angels of the League of Assassins backing away with looks of urgency on their faces.

If his allies were terrified, how much more are his enemies meant to be?

Soldiers on the battleground began taking cautious steps back but it was already too late. Xeros' eyes lit up with dark purple light, sending a wave of terrifying aura to all parts of the battlefield and the slaughter began.

A soldier suddenly lit up in fierce dark purple flames, blazing madly as his screams of cries and pains spread across the ears of everyone around him, causing them to scramble away in haste, fearing they may be the next victim.

A cruel smile appeared on his face as his eyes lit up like a child who had been gifted new toys.

Screams of scorching soldiers could be heard at random parts of the battlefield. What was more terrifying about this was the fact that the combustion of soldiers followed no specific pattern which meant anyone could die at any time.

"Woah! Our people are safe? That's new." Verdigris commented with a look of genuine shock on his face.

He was expecting to see some of their Tigeria's forces fall prey to Xeros' mass slaughter but strangely no one on their side had died yet. 

He couldn't help but think this way because Xeros was known as a calamity that obliterated everything and everyone around him, allies included. He was once sent on a mission where he ended up killing the targets and his allies. That was why the Masked man was now only sending him to solo missions.

"Running won't solve anything! He is just one man. If we join hands we can put him down right now!" 

No one was sure who said this but for some reason, all the angels of Calton found this reasonable and they all regained their lost confidence—charging towards Xeros.

The newly advanced battle Angel sneered, not bothering to move an inch even in the presence of overwhelming odds. 

Remaining unmoved, Xero's cloak began turning black, until it was now completely pitch black and seemed to absorb the light around. At the same time, the black cloak began twisting and contorting as if it had a life of its own while the shadow aura began diffusing from it.

Watching one man standing unmoved by the presence of about a hundred angels charging at him with murderous intentions, even soldiers on the battlement couldn't help but let out gasps of shock. 

This was a breathtaking sight which is only seen once in a lifetime! Something only a few could dream of.

"Die." 

Furious cries of the angels could be heard as barrages of spells raced towards Xeros' direction. Ranging from wind blades to ice spears, fierce balls of fire, water jets, solar rays and many more spells of various elements but even in the face of this Xeros remained calm and indifferent about the situation with his grin growing wider than ever.

"Useless!!" Xeros laughed hysterically as a powerful shockwave of black flames erupted from his body, obliterating all the spells sent his way.

All those around a hundred meters close to Xeros were caught in the shockwave, exploding into black flames while letting out pained cries. The approaching Angels stopped in their tracks as Xeros' tyrannical laughter reverberated across the sky while the screaming Angels still covered in thick black flames, began falling off the skies.

The black flames were a fusion spell of his cursed flames (dark-purple) and darkness elements, the darkness elements made it extremely difficult to put out the fire. It also drained the vitality of everything it made contact with while inducing fear to its victims.

"Who said you can scream when I'm yet to get to the fun part?" Xeros' amused voice rang in everyone's ears making them shiver in fear as they shifted their attention from their fallen comrades to the airborne Xeros.

They were shaken to see numerous tendrils made purely with darkness dancing around him. In a swift motion, the shadow tendrils shot down at a terrifying speed, gasping up to the falling angel still screaming in pain due to the scorching black flames.

With the shadow tendrils latched on to them, their vitality got drained at an astonishing speed. In mere seconds it looked like these angels had aged by a few thousand years and in the next second, they were reduced to dust.

At this moment, the slender tentacles expanded twice their original size, bubbling with the immense vitality of the angels it had just consumed. At the same time, Xeros' shadow became visible while he was still standing in mid-air, something which should be considered unusual but that was just the beginning.

Right before the eyes of many, his shadow split into two, each shifting to his side as it began morphing and taking the shape of Xeros. From mere shadows, imitating his shadow form, to them, actually becoming Xeros. 

Seeing the addition of two clones to Xeros' sides everyone's heart sank, as they couldn't help but wonder how they were meant to cope with three Xeros' if they could not handle one.

"Shit..." Carmilla muttered with a face as pale as a sheet of paper. 

At this point, even she could feel the cold blade of death reaper scythe pressing against her throat and that of every inhabitant living in Calton.