Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Malvador had slammed Harlia and ran off to kill more soldiers of the Forza Kingdom and eat their hearts.

Harlia was left enraged but Pablo managed to knock some sense into her.

He told her Malvador would fight her when he thinks it is the right time. Till then, she could kill the Vampires and Cannibals just like he was killing Forza's soldiers.

Harlia agreed to that and jumped right where there were the most number of soldiers gathered.

And without any waiting, she vented all her anger at Malvador on them.

She blasted soldiers left and right, used her hands to gauge their eyes out, she bit them, she broke their noses, she punched them to the point of their head coming off from their shoulders.

Pablo stared at the scene for a few good minutes and then he let her be.

It was high time he also started doing the same.

He took a deep breath, held Colt, picked a direction and then…

SWISH!

He dashed towards it.

Now he would only kill.

No matter who comes in his way, he would kill.

Like Harlia, he also blasted off soldiers and along the way, he also learned something useful.

He could use Colt to send off vibrations as well. Since the sword had become like his body part, Harlia's Ego worked on that as well.

So now, not only Colt could cut people, it could also blast them off.

And Pablo had seen some of the Forza Kingdom soldiers dying by his hands. But he didn't stop. His blade won't stop until he kills all the soldiers.

The people watching the war from their homes cheered for Pablo and Harlia as these two were the most explosive of them all.

Draxus was also having fun as he hopped onto one shadow to another and killed soldiers like butter.

Diablo also enjoyed it as his magma cured everything. He would cover two to three soldiers at once in his magma and they would turn to ashes after a few seconds. He always wanted to know the limits of his magma and this war was the best opportunity he could have found.

He had done this same thing to Malvador but Malvador had broken from that in just three seconds. But that had given Diablo enough time to run away. And now that he got to know that Malvador had slammed Harlia, he felt grateful that he ran away instead of engaging with him in a fight. Pablo was right. No one shall fight him.

Nike, the slave of Pablo, who had an Ego that could help him create anything, was also doing well. He had his size changing sword with him and he had killed many enemies with that. He had used his brains most of the time and he had no intentions of becoming a Hero. So he killed only those whom he believed he could kill. Also, he can use his Ego only for one time per-day and he had yet to use it today. He would use it if he got trapped or something. He won't waste it on meager things.

Hena was also fine as her chants were working well and she wasn't worried about what would happen if she lost her stamina as she had already talked it out with Draxus.

Though, Sera was inside Draxus' shadow so it would be a little awkward for her to stay inside as well. But she would manage.

The eight slaves of Pablo were also in the Crucible and they were doing good as of now.

They had devised a plan and their plan worked well till now.

All eight of them had chosen to stay close to each other. They had created a group of their own and they were helping each other out.

All eight of them had no Ego so their only option was to rely on their physical prowess and skills. And they felt really grateful to Pablo for making them train with the criminals. The experience helped them survive this hell till now.

All eight of them had made a circle and all of them had their eyes open. If one slave encountered an enemy, then the other seven would help that one slave to defeat that man.

If all eight of them encountered an enemy then they would just run away together. They won't fight a losing battle and they would stay safe no matter what till the end of the war. They won't die. They had promised each other.

Jaun Elia felt the emotions of all these people and with tears and goosebumps, he wrote all about them. He believed he was creating his magnum opus and if he successfully finished it, then he shall be immortal. A devastated, lonely, unlucky in love man like him would make something of himself.

It was all thanks to Pablo Castillo. All of it. Good or bad. It was all Pablo.

Time went on, soldiers from all the three kingdoms kept falling off the ground like dolls.

The Cannibals were already lost and now they were just alive for dying.

The Vampires weren't that much of a problem either as if one knows how to deal with them, they were the easiest prey.

The only problem was Malvador.

As long as he was alive, the war wasn't victorised yet.

And as long as Pablo Castillo was alive, the war wasn't lost either.

The common people of Forza kingdom hoped for their victory and the common people of Jasper hoped for theirs. No one knew who God would listen to as both sides were equally evil.

If it was just Pablo then the Gods might have listened to the other side as the amount of evil Pablo had done, no Gods would favor him.

But against Pablo was Malvador, and the Vampire King wasn't far behind Pablo in the evil deeds. He gave tough competition to Pablo in the dealings of deaths and being evil.

And the Gods would only choose one side when either Malvador or Pablo Castillo dies. For Good.