"Pain makes you stronger, but the price of getting stronger is always painful." Tyrion Lannister, Hand of the King.
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In front of Titus and Sigismund were not people, but vegetables to be easily cut up. Faced with two Primarchs still growing, normal humans were no different than vegetables. The swords of both brothers could cut a human in half with just one blow.
Blood and internal organs stained the ground while the smell of blood was so strong around the brothers that no allied soldier could get near them without vomiting. Even the most experienced soldier could not remain indifferent at the sight of the brutal and bloody scene.
Looking at the enemy soldiers, Titus, who was covered in blood from head to toe, calmly looked around and saw that the number of enemy soldiers was decreasing at a fast enough pace. Although it wasn't as fast as he would have liked, it was the king's orders and he had to obey them.
Otherwise, in less than ten minutes, the entire enemy army would be dead before the overwhelming force of him and his older brother. Titus knew very well that with his strength, humans were nothing to him.
Turning his sword in a vertical slash, Titus saw his sword tear the man in half, blood with internal organs falling to the ground with a sickening sound, but he was used to the bloody scene unfolding before him.
At first he felt nauseous, but after ten times, the nausea passed and what remained was numbness. Even if he killed a hundred, a thousand or ten thousand, his expression wouldn't change. Killing became a natural part of him.
Compared to Titus, Sigismund was even more brutal than his younger brother, using his bare hands to tear humans alive and ripping the heads off along with the spines of his victims. Anyone who crossed his path was killed in the most brutal way possible.
Scorpion (Mortal Combat) would be amazed at such a masterful head ripper.
Fortunately, the battlefield was still at night, so not many people had seen such a brutal scene. If they did, they would definitely retreat without even waiting for Tywin's order. After all, people only had one life and they valued it more than anything.
After dismembering a person in half with his bare hands, Sigismund felt that the number of deaths was in line with the king's orders and spoke aloud. "Fall back to the camp!"
Sigismund's powerful voice spread across the battlefield. The Red Legion soldiers were stunned by his general's shout, they didn't understand why they should retreat when they were winning. However, they accepted the orders after a brief hesitation.
Titus and Sigismund protected the army from any attack and looked on calmly as they moved away from the enemy soldiers.
"Fall back!!!" Tywin, noticing the retreat of the enemy troops, didn't hesitate to shout for his entire army to retreat. He had already won the small victory he wanted and no longer wanted to stay on the battlefield. However, he was still confused by the sudden retreat of the enemy army.
Even with all his wit and intelligence, he could never have thought that Aenar would give the enemy a victory. After all, that was tantamount to boosting the enemy's morale; such a plan was stupidity in the eyes of the Lord of Casterly Rock.
However, Tywin soon noticed something was wrong. Although he couldn't see because of the darkness surrounding him, the sounds of the soldiers' footsteps were much lower than when he had arrived. A bad premonition spread through his chest, making him cautious.
How many people had died in that short ten-minute attack?
Logically, it shouldn't be many, at most a few hundred people, but it would never amount to thousands of casualties on the battlefield. Both sides were in the dark and many attacks could miss, so casualties shouldn't have been high.
Tywin even avoided using his archers for obvious reasons. He could hit the enemy camp because there was light and a place to shoot, but in total darkness, using archers was asking to shoot yourself in the foot.
Even if it was Tywin, he wouldn't dare ask his soldiers to kill their comrades on the battlefield. Once the soldiers lost confidence in their liege lord, the consequences would be dire.
After thinking for a long time, Tywin just prayed that the casualties wouldn't be too many. A tragic victory was very bad for the army's morale, especially in a war where they were already losing.
No matter what angle you looked at it from, a tragic victory was a terrible thing. If it was the final battle, Tywin could accept losing many soldiers, but this was the beginning of the war and there were many battles to come.
While Tywin was in deep doubt about what was happening, Sigismund and Titus knelt before Aenar and announced in calm, powerful voices. "My king, we have carried out your sacred orders."
"Thank you, without you two things would have been more difficult." Aenar smiled and thanked both brothers with a calm but gentle gaze. Although Titus and Sigismund weren't his sons, he was very fond of the brothers who were extraordinarily determined and didn't mess around.
How could he not be pleased with such subordinates? So Aenar didn't hide his appreciation and kindness for both brothers.
"We just follow our obligations, my king." Sigismund replied with a respectful tone. In his eyes, as a soldier, it was natural to listen to the king's orders.
The king could see the future that would lead them to victory, so even though Aenar's orders were somewhat strange in the eyes of many people, neither brother had any doubts about their king's orders.
Knowing that he couldn't change both brothers' minds, Aenar gave up talking to them and spoke directly. "You will be rewarded with fiefdoms and receive titles after the war."
Aenar could be harsh in his punishments, but he could never be stingy in his rewards. Although Titus and Sigismund probably didn't want any rewards, the army didn't consist of just two people.
What would the sods think of a king who couldn't reward his most loyal soldiers? At the very least there were large-scale deserters and then countless mutinies, so Aenar was never stingy when it came to rewarding those who should be rewarded.
For this reason, even though they didn't want to, Titus and Sigismund accepted the rewards and announced that they had been rewarded by the king.
"They're very loyal, but too much loyalty can be rather annoying for a king." Visenya commented with an amused tone, seeing the helpless expressions of both powerful men. If it had been before, she would only have thought that Titus and Sigismund were huge, but at that moment, in her senses, the brothers in front of her exuded a great deal of power.
It was the same energy that was coursing through her body at that very moment, although she felt that her energy was more special.
"There's nothing wrong with loyalty, but I have to think about how other people will view my actions towards my subordinates and vassals." Aenar replied in a calm tone while looking at Visenya with a smile.
"Jaime didn't move even though he saw his own soldiers dying." Without waiting for Visenya's reply, Aenar changed the subject and spoke with a disappointed tone. "It seems that his assimilation has gone a long way towards making him more indifferent."
However, he wasn't surprised; a mortal could never resist the will of a god. The moment Jaime was chosen as the herald of the God of the Seven Faces, he had already condemned himself to being a puppet in the hands of the gods.
"I wonder how he'll react when he finds out that Daenerys is about to march towards Old Town." Visenya commented with a curious look on her face.
The God of the Seven Faces will choose to remain on the battlefield or leave for Old Town. Both battlefronts were extremely important for the Faith of the Seven.
"He will choose to remain, but we cannot leave Daenerys unsafe." Aenar commented with a deep tone and looked at Titus.
"Titus, you're going to King's Landing to protect Daenerys and Rhaella. Kill anything that poses a threat to the members of House Targaryen, you don't need to ask permission, kill first and then question." Aenar spoke with a cold, regal tone. Although he knew that the God of the Seven Faces would remain on the battlefield, he wouldn't risk the lives of his women because of something like trusting the mentality of his enemies.
That was pure stupidity.
"Yes, my king." Titus didn't hesitate to answer and clapped his hand against his chest. The Primarch's expression was determined and serious.
Aenar nodded with satisfaction when he saw that there was no fear in Titus' eyes, it was as if the young man had never felt fear in his life. Which was true of Aenar's powers.
Titus was too special. Everyone had fears, even psychopaths and sociopaths, but Titus seemed an exception, but because of that, to Aenar, Titus was simply the perfect soldier and all the Astartes would be based on Titus.
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