Barbarian's Path To Multiversal Domination Chapter 10: The Barbarian

Something felt off...

 As the days went on, Ezio Auditore was nowhere to be seen. Not only that... but all the Assassins senior to Dennis were being killed one after the other - their heads delivered straight to the door of the Tiber Island Hideout. La Volpe, Niccolo Machiavelli, Bartolomeo d'Alviano and several others outside of Rome.

 Before Dennis knew it, half of the Italian Brotherhood looked to him... while the rest saw little hope.

"We're all going to die..." 

"The Borgia will hunt us down, one by one. There's no use in fighting back."

"The Brotherhood is dead..."

Dennis was brandishing his axe silently as he watched everything around him implode. The latest recruits were well on their way out of fear while even the veterans contemplated staying around. They didn't have to fight for the rest of their lives... they could just turn around and return to a normal life of servitude.

"Yo." Dennis eyed the recruits he had brought into the order. "Where are you dolboyobs going?"

"Home." One of them, the first man he recruited, replied. "This is a fruitless endeavour. Without Ezio, we are lost."

WHOOSH.

BANG.

The man's eyes widened as he froze, seeing Dennis' axe fly only a few inches past his head and smash into the wall. The rest of the recruits grew silent, watching Dennis rise from his seat.

"Looks like he has his dick seven inches deep your asshole. Ezio this, Ezio that... man, fuck Ezio. Grown ass man crying about some stupid bullshit. Since Ezio's not holding your fucking hand like a toddler anymore, you're going to go back to farming? Sucking dick? Cleaning? What did you even do before this?"

"I... delivered letters."

"... Pft." Dennis scoffed. "Sure, you podonok. Go back to delivering fucking letters because that's clearly all you're good for. That goes for everyone in here. If you don't want to fight, the door is right fucking there. No one is keeping you in this basement."

Given how little of a fuck Dennis gave and how he mocked the man, his resolve to leave suddenly diminished. This effect washed over most as some of the stability of the Brotherhood was restored. However, a scarce few did turn to the door and walked out.

"Good, we got the lowlifes out of the way." Dennis chuckled. "And what do you know? They were all women."

"We've stayed to fight... but do you even know what to do next?" 

One of his fellow high-ranking Assassins questioned. She was one of the four who had accompanied Dennis on quite a number of missions. However, instead of being an NPC, she was now a real person.

"Great question, Romola." Dennis nodded, walking over to the broken wall and taking his axe out. "We'll do what we've been doing from the very beginning; fighting. Since they're hunting us down like rats, it's time to flip the script on those motherfuckers. We're supposed to be the Assassins... the attackers, the fighters for liberty... we are not the hunted..."

"WE ARE THE HUNTERS!"

Dennis announced, his eyes glowing red with bloodlust.

"WE'LL STORM THEIR FUCKING CASTLE, TEAR THE GATES DOWN AND SLAUGHTER EVERY BORGIA COCK-SUCKING BITCH IN THERE!"

"WHO IS WITH ME?"

"I am."

"Let's take the fight to them."

"Yeah... we're not vermin to be put down, one by one. We're the Assassins."

"I SAID, WHO IS WITH ME? SAY IT WITH YOUR CHEST LIKE A MAN!"

"WE ARE!"

"LET'S GO!"

...

While Dennis marched out on the streets in his drippy Brutus Armour and slaughtered every Borgia guard in sight, he was accompanied by all the assassins who took to the rooftops. It was not long before they made it to the bridge that led to Castel Sant'Angelo, the main fortress of the Borgia in Rome. 

This bridge was guarded by a small army of Borgia guards... which was nothing to Dennis.

He put the twin great axes back in style, cleaving through one man after the next. He slashed clean through diagonally and horizontally in every angle you could imagine. Normal guards... especially the ones who wore glorified clothing, were nothing more than mincemeat to the killing machine that was Dennis.

With each success, the Assassin Brotherhood gained more confidence and rallied behind their seemingly invincible leader.

Before long, Dennis made the Borgia guards shit themselves, drop their wepaons and run away in fear. It was a fruitless endeavour... Dennis was too strong, fast, large, skilled, and ruthless for any normal person to defeat him. Despite being a masochist, not a single person managed to draw his blood...

That was pretty telling.

"How are we going to break past the gate?" Romola questioned.

"It's simple." Dennis put his axe to the side, resting it against the wall. He cracked his knuckles. "I'm going to punch it open."

"..."

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

Dennis kept hammering at the gate, each punch stronger than the last. He was doing his best JoJo 'ORA ORA ORA' impression... Russian edition. Meanwhile, the other assassins decided to use this time to get a breather.

That... would be a fatal mistake.

A white figure flashed from the top of the walls, descending down onto two assassins like an eagle. With two hidden blades drawn, the figure cut into their necks and killed them instantly. Then, he turned and fired his hidden blade gun - killing another. Then he drew his crossbow and killed another - followed by throwing knives.

"... Mentor?"

The rest of the assassins were too shocked to prepare to face him properly. In the blink of an eye, Ezio had slaughtered half of them with his wide arsenal of weapons. 

Dennis suddenly stopped bashing the gates, turning back.

"No fucking way." He chuckled at the sight. "What happened to you?"

"The enslavement of Roma has begun." He spoke with a robotic tone. "All assassins must die... along with their foolish and dangerous dream of liberty."

"Nah, you lost the plot." 

Dennis grabbed his axe, raising it above his shoulders. You know if Dennis calls someone crazy, they're pretty up there on the madness scale.

"You girlies... just fuck off and let me fight him one on one." Dennis grinned, facing Ezio. "I've been wanting a round two anyways."

"A man like you is dangerous... causing nothing but chaos and destruction at every step. You must be eliminated for Roma to move forward."

"Yeah... Borgia, Assassin, Templar... none of that shit matters to me." Dennis shrugged. "But... I'm here. I've been here. Doing all the missions, killing all the Templar dolboyobs, recruiting those hopeless idiots to this Brotherhood"

"I can't respect a man who turns back on something he built and started. Unlike you, when I start a fight... it doesn't end until I win... or die."

"Then you will die, here and now."

Ezio revealed the Apple of Eden from one of his pouches, its golden light shining out.

"What the fuck is that?-"

Dennis was engulfed in its golden glow, frozen still. Ezio drew his Sword of Altair and slowly stepped forward, creating six illusions of himself.

"What is this pussy shit?" Dennis frowned, clenching his fist as he tried to break free. "You need to use magic to beat me? Fight like a man..."

He stabbed him seven times in a row at once across his body from knees to shoulders, drawing a fountain of blood from Dennis. After that, Ezio let Dennis fall onto the ground and drew his hidden blade.

"Requiescat in Pace."

Just as he was about to pierce his neck, Dennis grabbed his foot and dragged him down. Ezio slipped onto the ground while Dennis drew the dagger of Brutus and aimed to stab Ezio. 

He replied by activating his hidden blade, blocking the dagger and sending Dennis flying back with the Apple's power.

BANG.

Dennis smashed against the wall, still bleeding profusely.

That did not deter him.

He drew Blackfyre - rising to his feet.

"Time to take this shit seriously..."

Then he did something even a mind-controlled Ezio could not believe. He took off the entire Armour of Brutus, revealing his bloodied body. He was completely naked.

"I did say armour is for pussies... but damn did it save me from going back home early." Dennis chuckled, pointing Blackfyre at Ezio. "What are you looking at, dolboyob? I know my dick is massive but you don't have to stare at it."

"..."

Ezio once again created six real illusions of himself, sending them forward to fight the naked Dennis. Surely they would dispatch him with ease... right?

Dead wrong.

Naked Dennis was a whole different animal, a whole different beast... a whole different monster.

He danced around the illusions and cut them to pieces with Blackfyre, fighting... perfectly. The level of fighting proficiency he displayed would make even the late Altair blush. Seeing this, Ezio chose to abuse the Apple even more - trying to freeze Dennis again.

"ARGH..." Dennis roared, shaking his head violently. "Nah... FUCK THAT BULLSHIT, BLYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!"

It didn't work this time.

His raging fury... the boiling blood in his body erupted like a volcano. His power surged greatly as he broke free - engulfed in a crimson red aura. 

THUMP.

When he planted his foot down onto the ground, the earth quaked.

Then... he ran.

Ezio drew half a dozen knives at once, throwing them at the rapidly approaching Dennis.

He tanked them head-on and kept charging.

Ezio tried to use the Apple to push him back... but it did nothing.

As a last resort, he drew his sword and confronted him directly.

CLANG.

Dennis swung his sword against Ezio's sword arm, disarming him through his far greater strength and driving his sword into his chest.

"Requiescat in Pace."

Dennis lowered him to the ground, drawing his sword out of the assassin's chest.

"... The golden woman..." Ezio spoke, coughing up his blood. A look of regret washed over his face as he broke free. "She made me do this..."

"The golden woman?" Dennis raised an eyebrow. 

"She controls the minds of men to do her bidding... if she isn't stopped... not just Roma or Italia... the whole world will fall."

"ASSASSINO... KILL HIM!"

Dennis looked up as an army of Borgia guards charged out of the main gates. They were led by a regal figure, Cesare Borgia himself. He looked back at the spectating assassins, grasping Ezio's sword with his left hand.

"Take his body back, I'll handle the rest..." Dennis grinned. "This might be the last time I see you useless women... so do something useful for a change."

"..."

They accepted his strangely friendly insult, running forward to take Ezio's body and retreating. However, their retreat was blocked by another battalion of Borgia reinforcements from the other side.

"Balerion..."

Dennis spoke, and a dark shadow eclipsed the entire district, flying high above. It soared down on the beginning of the bridge and breathed fire onto the Borgia guards - melting every single one of them... along with some of the bridge.

The assassins ran down, jumping across the ruined bridge and to the streets of Roma. 

Meanwhile, Dennis took his last stand wielding the shiny white Sword of Altair alongside Blackfyre. As he danced in a perfect harmony, as if he were a painter who only painted with blood, the number of Borgia guards... didn't seem to decrease.

The more he killed, the more of them appeared.

Before he knew it, the Apple was out of sight.

By then... he chose to dive into the water and heal up real quick before coming for seconds. 

A hundred... three hundred... five hundred... a thousand... three thousand... ten thousand...

He kept mowing them down, creating a hill of slaughtered men. An entire day and night passed as more guards kept streaming out of the gates like a rushing waterfall.

Alas, the final batch had been killed.

Dennis was painted red with blood from head to toe... stinking like you couldn't imagine.

"I cannot be killed by man... I cannot be killed by man... no man can murder me..." 

Cesare muttered as Dennis approached him.

"Die."

Slash.

Dennis cut his head off, kicking it into the river.

He proceeded to invade the rest of the castle... and it went right about as well as you could imagine. No one was messing with Dennis.

He was deep in his Madness Enhancement after an entire day of slaughtering... killing everything in sight - armed or not. You'd think that he would get tired but the opposite had been the case. This streak of his wouldn't end anytime soon.

He had become an animal of pure instinct, his blood constantly rushing in never-ending andrenaline.

It was then that he sniffed out Lucrezia Borgia, who had hidden in a secret passage. He slaughtered every one of her guards and loomed over her like a dark shadow.

"Don't kill me..." She meekly surrendered to him. "I'll do anything..."

He took her by the arm and threw her against the wall - making the beautiful blonde-haired noblewoman face it while he tore off her clothes like a rabid beast. No one was going to save her... nor could anyone.

Dennis was going to fuck her brains out.

...

Meanwhile, Grace was watching that action on a cinema screen in 8K quality and 360 frames per second through the Apple's projection. She slurped on her soda, finding Dennis' assault on Lucrezia Borgia strangely arousing... even if she was burning with envy.

"If you're going to cheat on me, at least do it with someone who's somewhat beautiful..." She mused, finding the woman vastly inferior. "Though... I can't really blame you, can I? There isn't much of a selection to pick from down there."

Grace smiled, her heart pacing a little faster as she watched Dennis toil around Lucrezia like a fuckdoll.

"Hm... even so, you're becoming the man you were born to be. A natural calamity."