God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.-Chapter 1092: To Play with Guns, Swords, and Glory (1).

Vincent clicked his tongue,

"Now that’s a sea of damnation if I’ve ever seen one myself."

He turned to the slightly trembling archer beside him. He wore loose-fitted clothes that were tight in the right places, making him look more like a thief than anything else, and carried a heavy-looking compound bow. It was evident he was one of Gilead’s Pilgrims.

He could sense that the man was already at the edge of Tier 1 and would be ready to take the trial at any moment.

And yet, even then, he still shivered in his boots at the sight.

Vincent cleared his throat. The man snapped his head towards him. The panic in his eyes slowly ebbed away. Seeing this, Vincent nodded in approval.

There was no need to panic.

After all, if they died, they died.

Drawing his rifle and placing it on his shoulder, he shot randomly without aiming.

In the distant black, an enormous ball of flames suddenly appeared, lighting up the dark, desolate wasteland.

Illuminated by the scorching heat, the wasteland suddenly didn’t seem empty any more.

Instead, the ground was swarming with a tide of abhorrent, twisted entities.

Vincent clicked his tongue, ’I knew something was up.’

The man beside him drew his bow and let a shot fly. The tip of the bow carried a strong metallic essence as it cut through the night’s darkness, crashing into the chest of a {One-eyed Rotworm}.

The Creatures let out a maddened shriek as multiple spots on its body began to glow. Then it erupted in a ball of flames.

Seeing this, Vincent’s face turned ugly.

"Fuck."

He closed his eyes for a moment and reached out with his senses. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Hunter, can you hear me?"

On the ground, Hunter’s ears twitched and he glanced up to the side.

Seeing this, Cain’s gaze moved to him,

"What’s the matter?"

Hunter was silent for a moment.

His already dark expression continued to darken until it was just as radiant as the rather black night sky.

He turned to Cain,

"We absolutely cannot let them get close. They explode upon death."

Cain grimaced, "I suspected at much."

He glanced at Steve one last time, then turned to address everyone else,

"You heard the man! Pick up your weapons!"

He paused for a moment,

"I don’t have any words of encouragement, or any chants to boost your morale..."

His words echoed, cutting through the dark night with a near magnetic charm even though that was not his intention.

"But, I’ll say this— If you think you need any chants to boost your morale and vigor, you are on the wrong battlefield and might as well turn back around and head back to Valestorm."

His eyes seemed to glow in the dark, the conflagration right in front of him reflecting on the depths of the dark pits that they were.

He turned around. Now, the only thing they could see was his back,

"Let’s get this over with. We’ll meet them at the forefront. Not even a single one of them can get through. If they do and end up killing the mares, your asses will be walking all the way to fight the blood bastards!"

Those words seemed like more than enough encouragement. Not even a word more was needed as they all charged forward.

Those wielding shields, swords and spears. Those wielding clubs, hammers, axes...

Those who could fly, those mounted on beasts, those who ran on their two legs...

Those who stayed behind but readied their bows, guns, staffs and wands...

They were all ready to fight.

Seeing this, Cain couldn’t help but feel his breath get caught in his throat with anticipation.

He felt a hand slap unto his shoulder,

"Oi, those words of yours were rather embarrassing, don’t you think?"

Cain chuckled and shrugged Steve’s hand off,

"Were they now..."

"Yes, they were. But they did light a fire under my ass, I’ll give you that." Lukas said with a chuckled as he walked forward and let go of his camp. Sitting on his hip was his holstered blade which he drew.

Like the beacon of a lighthouse shredding through the dark stormy sea, his sword cut through the blackness.

It glowed so bright, it doused out the potency of every other light source surrounding it, becoming almost too much to bear.

"Well? What are you dumbasses waiting for?!" He roared as he blasted off, leaving a searing crater behind.

"Looks like at least one of us is excited tonight." Steve said with a chuckle.

"Take this seriously, would you?" Hunter bit at him.

Steve guffawed as he adjusted his goggles and snapped his fingers with a sinister grin,

"I think I’m taking this way more seriously than you are, Hunter. How about this— whoever’s kill count is the highest tonight gets to ask the loser one request."

Cain snorted secretly. There was no way Hunter would agree to that. After all, he was stoic and nonchalant, often not concerning himself with the tomfoolery of—

"Sure. Why not?"

Cain and Steve’s eyes widened like they had seen literal ghosts lurking in the inky dark.

Hunter raised a brow and turned to them,

"What?"

"That... I just didn’t think you’d agree to it."

Steve nodded, a suspicious glare between his brows, "Are you trying to set me up? That’s definitely it."

Hunter glared at him for a few moments then snorted,

"If you aren’t up for it any more, just say so."

’He’s definitely baiting him here. Of course, he wouldn’t fall for such—’

"Oh? I take those as fighting words, you know!" Steve’s expression twisted into a furious grin.

An enormous magic circle appeared in the sky.

On the ground, another magic circle appeared, mirroring the one above.

Drawing down lines upon lines of arcane text, Steve finished the incantation in a few breaths.

Hundreds of inky black hands covered in sinister spike and tumors rose from the darkness all around. From the dark earth and the darker skies, even from the shadows that were tucked away in places light could barely reach.

A victorious smirk appeared in Hunter’s face as he shot into the sky, his body already transforming into that of an enormous, ferocious beast of a man,

"In that case try to keep up..."