By the time Northern realized how much trouble they were in, it was too late.
Just when he decides to close the distance between he and Night Terror, inform the creature of the danger they failed to see and hope it understands that times like this, running away is not a bad idea.
A bigger Corpse Eater suddenly plunged out of the darkness, slashing downward on Night Terror’s torso– but the latter had seen it coming and was able to lurch backwards a moment before.
This provided it with the malleability react with an even more ferocious attack, launching its arms into the abdomen of the monster.
The air seemed to split as Night Terror’s monstrous arm lunched forward, easily piercing into the monster’s abdomen and out from the back.
The powerful Terror raised the monster to the sky bathing itself in its black blood. Four eyes gleaming with horror.
In that moment the smaller corpse eaters jerked backward and began to scramble back into the darkness, running for their lives.
Northern stared, frozen in surprise.
‘Crap…I know it’s powerful but… crap once again! This is so unfair’
Night Terror ousted his hand from the monster’s abdomen, leaving its body to lifelessly topple to the ground. He turned around with a whitish core in his hand, looked at Northern in the eye and swallowed it.
Northern raised a brow.
“What the hell was that for… you don’t have to rub it in my face!”
Night Terror seemed to shrug while turning away and walking forward.
Northern looked around them, a slight frown creasing on his face.
‘It’s still not a bad idea that we should move quickly to avoid any further confrontations with this thing’
Considering the size of the corpse eater Night Terror killed last. It was probable to guess that it was of a danger level higher than Hazard.
‘…maybe Disaster or even calamity’
That often times was the explanation for their differences to the others.
Who knows if other monsters of higher danger level could be around. Which was why Northern deemed it fit that they should try to get out of the forest as fast as they can.
So, he hurried forward while thinking of what he was going to do to hurl Night Terror into action.
Upon getting towards the monster, Northern increased his speed, rushing forward as fast as he could… the result was of course… impressive.
That moment he seemed to shoot forward, covering the distance between him and the walking Terror.
Northern upon reaching the monster’s side grapped its hand then bolted forward again, dragging Night Terror with him.
At least that was how this was supposed to go.
However, the terror pulled back its hand, dragging back Northern and throwing him over. Northern rolled back into the head–blame the tremendous speed he was using.
He tumbled to the ground and rolled away before managing to spring back up.
Night Terror watched with a priceless “ops… sorry” expression etched on its face.
Northern silently stood up and walked forward without saying a word.
Perhaps it was because of the flood embarrassment he was currently drowning in or he just was so angry with the monster that he was not going to care anymore.
Night Terror watched the human walked past him without saying a word.
Its head slowly following Northern as his figure strolled from the back to the front and continued to go deeper into the forest.
Weirdly, the stalwart monster laced its face with a sorry expression that made its hideous appearance a little bit acceptable.
Northern suddenly stopped and marched back angrily.
He stopped in front of Night Terror, frowning and almost bursting from the rage of anger that consumed him.
“I was only trying to save your life just now, did you have to do that?!”
Night Terror jerked its head backward as the human in process of shouting, spat into his face.
Northern didn’t seem to have notice but the monster was trying to avoid being tainted with his spit.
“Can’t you see it!” Northern shouted again.
Night Terror cocked his head, cleaning weaving that one.
“We could die in this forest, there are so many of those things should we not be running through this place now?” Northern panicked.
Night Terror moved back a little, dodging the last of thr humans angry spit, it moved back and rested it one of its horrifying limbs on Northern’s shoulder.
Northern’s eyes glided towards it and back at the monster’s hideous face.
“What?” He grunted.
Night Terror did not say a thing and just continued to pat his shoulder.
This kept on for a couple more seconds. Eventually Northern felt irritated and flung the monster’s hand away from his shoulders.
Northern had thought that he would at least save Night Terror’s life more than he already did, so that him too would prove to the monster how strong he has gotten from that first encounter.
But he couldn’t help but admit it that Night Terror was an overpowered monster.
Their continuous journey through the forest furtherly cemented this fact into his head.
With Night Terror’s refusal to run through the forest, Northern had no choice but to walk side by side with the monster. Since he couldn’t boast of a great sight in the dark.
And as predicted, they were attacked by even more Corpse Eaters of higher danger levels.
<You have…>
[You have slain a Disastrous Savage: Corpse Easter]
[You have gained +2 talent fragments]
Northern was surrounded from all side but he was holding on well, with the Mortal Blade in one hand, the silver stiletto in the other.
He carved through monsters, white and red sparks blinking in the pitch darkness at intervals.
He was fast and quick to spring into action but the pitch darkness greatly limited how much he could do.
Northern could only go for the kill when they were lunging towards him.
Because of those time buried in war, Northern found out he had built an extremely fast reflexes and his sense of perception had greatly increased. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
It was as if he could sense murderous intent.
The moment a monster lunged at him with crude teeth ready to tear him apart, he could accurately sense it without having to see and could even tell where the attack would be coming from.
If he was too late to spring into action, his reflex was always saving him by the skin of the teeth.
His heart would beat tremendously, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
Every moment he barely saves himself from being killed, there was no getting used to the fear of death.
It made his blood curl.