An associate professor in life engineering travels to a medieval European fantasy world. Using modern biochemistry, he discovers that viruses, bacteria, and parasites extinct in human history are a...
The six thousand Froststone soldiers besieging Ulster's capital breached the city gates with battering rams. Beneath the ravaged city walls, instead of any defenders, we spotted a strong young man wielding a spear, his face contorted with rage.
Armed with a crimson spear, he stood guard behind the collapsed city gate, refusing to retreat an inch.
No matter how many times we charged, the soldiers' offensive was like snow meeting the sun, unable to budge him in the slightest in the face of his wielding spear.
Our warriors proclaimed the glory of the gods, regarding death as the supreme offering to them.
Corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers.
This terrible siege lasted for a full day and night, and more than five hundred Froststone warriors died at the hands of this warrior wielding a blood spear.
By noon on the second day, we finally noticed that the soldier inside the city gate, whose body was soaked in blood, was showing signs of exhaustion.
The warband commanders sounded the horn for the general offensive, and Froststone's army surged like a tidal wave toward the city gate guarded by only one man.
What happened next was something no one would believe.
The warrior's body underwent a strange transformation; his form grew larger and larger, and his head collapsed the city gate.
One of his eyes was sunken, while the other bulged out. Giant teeth grew from his mouth, his mouth stretched to his ears, and his head transformed into the shape of a giant wolf, with its fur standing on end, as stiff as steel mane.
His limbs grew seven sharp claws, and his eyes had seven pupils. His roar was like the sound of a death knell, capable of shattering the hearts of warriors.
The crimson spear in his hand continuously absorbed the blood of the victims, and could transform into hundreds of different shapes.
Faced with this invulnerable monster, the commanders sounded the retreat horn, and the soldiers shamefully abandoned the corpses of their comrades, fleeing the battlefield like a group of terrified cowards without looking back.