God Is A Game Designer 107 C106 Bridge To Death

"Retreat. Pull back to the bridge and abandon West Senoa!"

The captain shouted to his men, the guards pulling back quickly as the merchants watched in horror. Each one was hiding below the stalls as Nathan pa.s.sed without issue. Many of the people trapped in the slums inside the city running out into the outer city due to the message that broadcasted earlier.

"Out of the way sc.u.m!"

The captain screamed as he pulled his longsword to begin cutting down the people trying to flee out the city as the other guards started to cut down dozens of the people trying to flee. Dozens of bodies were hitting the ground as both men and women had fallen with only the children getting spared.

Nathan is pa.s.sing the bodies as he looked at two children screaming in pain as they held a body bleeding out as their father sat against the wall losing his life after protecting his children from the fleeing guards. His eyes were connecting with Nathan's as he was filled with fear as well trying to shield his children by pulling them closer.

"Please, can you take pity on a stupid father."

Nathan looked around to a similar effect with many other families around holding loved ones that perished due to his actions of causing panic on a broad scale like this. He felt guilty for this action, but this was the best plan to keep all the punishment based on him.

"I'm sorry, you can't die here. They will need a father."

Forcing both weapons to fade as he reached out for the man, the children holding onto him as Nathan grasped the man's face as the death energy flooded into his body, stopping the bleeding and locking the man to make sure he was unable to lose anymore life-force. Fertility acting as it began to speed up his healing by altering genes to rapidly close the wounds. In a few moments, the man stood in shock as he felt better than new.

Turning around as Nathan began to repeat this process to all the people injured as the guards stood in a formation on the bridge, watching in shock as this being of death started to heal people from all the injury's

The father who healed stood next to Nathan, holding a small sword that seemed to be more of a defensive item than an actual weapon for battle.

"I'll fight for you. Down with the church!"

The others who got healed as well as the others who sat in the shadows began to come out, numbers reaching a few hundred pulling weapons as the balance had finally shifted. The twenty or so guards on the edge of the bridge watching in horror as they had to hold the line till reinforcements came from the east.

"Leave this to me. Take your families, friends and loved ones out of this city. I've got a few people waiting to take you all to a better land. The church is mine to fight for now."

Nathan's voice clear, calm and collected as he continued to move forward with conviction. The guards were taking steps back as the man struck fear into the heart of man and mortal.

"Stop me, and I will cut you down. Innocent or not."

Those words breaking the average man as the guards dropped weapons and began to flee, most fleeing off the bridge and into the back alleys as Nathan walked pa.s.sed them without a care in the world. His eyes focusing on the next big threat as his eyes met with the army crossing the bridge.

The same army that he fought outside of Senoa almost a month ago at this point as the soldiers still held the same exhaustion from that battle. It was clear they had gotten sent out to this battle without any knowledge of the enemy. Though it was clear that the front line had seen him as the fear began to spread as the men tried to stop moving, only to get pushed forward.

Nathan pulled back his scythe made from death energy as he let out a loud laugh as his voice echoed again.

"Those who indulged with evil and horrid minds will be culled from this world!"

Nathan's death energy was flowing from his back as it covered the entire width of the bridge, his scythe spinning as he thrust it forward as the death energy advanced across the bridge rapidly. The soldiers were trying to break rank and free, unable to pull back due to the h.o.a.rd of men behind them with the sides of the bridges dropping sheerly into the pits below.

As the black pathway touched the guards, a strange cold sensation pressed against everyone's throat. The soldiers were stopping in an instant as each one looked to the soldiers next to them as they saw small black scythes pressed to their throats.

One of the first guards touched felt panic spreading as he was forced to open his mouth as his evil sin escaped his lips.

"I smashed in a child's head for fun then destroyed the body with fire!"

The moment his confession escaped into the air the scythe pulled back, his head falling to the floor as the body was confused by the death energy as it withered into nothing but a skeleton.

The other soldiers were feeling a similar compulsion as they all started to spout out the guilty crimes they had committed, one by one getting culled as the bodies fell to the ground.

One of the men at the front beginning to panic as he felt the sharp edge cutting into his throat. He felt guilty for everything he had done and knew that he deserved no relief or redemption.

As his mind filled with regret, the scythe faded as he fell forward onto the ground. His voice horse as he was so confused.

"I survived. How?"