God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.-Chapter 1093: To Play with Guns, Swords, and Glory (2). .
Seeing them all charge forward without him, Cain let out a sigh.
Then he turned around.
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Gilead gave him a wrinkled smile,
"I think you all be fine on your own."
Beorstone raised a mug filled with amber alcohol at him as he laughed loudly,
"Cheers, me lad!"
Cain chuckled bitterly at the dwarf then gave Gilead a nod,
"Then, Iβll be off."
Gilead nodded then sorted Beorstone on the shoulder,
"This way, old Beor."
"Eh?! What wash dat? Yer wanna drink some more?! Why didnβt yer say so earlier!"
Gilead waved as the two older men walked away,
"Iβll try to get this one to bed."
Seeing such an... endearing sight, Cain felt oddly motivated for some reason.
He sighed then stayed still for a moment.
Likely in a few moments, the very first sounds of battle would be reaching his ears.
βI guess I better go join up then.β
He took a moment to fill his lungs with the rancid air...
βGood gods, I hate this smell.β
...And began sprinting forward.
As he ran, he picked up speed.
Summoning {Eidwyrm}, the large blade sang through the air, the chorus of death as its lusterless blade blended in with the surrounding rancor of the night.
He dashed right through the camp, his feet stomping heavily against the black earth.
His eyes were quick to see the point the two forces would clash.
Putting as much energy as he possibly could into his feet, he laughed himself skyward.
In what was nothing but a moment, he was soaring high into the sky, reaching his apogee in a breath.
A pair of wings sprouted out of his back a moment later as he dove right back towards the ground, the air around him forming rings as he left behind a sonic boom.
Like the crack of lightning, Cain locked onto the first target of the night.
The {One-eyed Rotworm} before him was rather ugly. Its enormous yellow eye was filled to the brim with murderous intent.
Unfortunately for it, it was destined to die with its urges unfulfilled as the great edge of {Eidwyrm} came crashing down, turning the beast into a stain on the dark earth.
Even as its corpse was completely obliterated, in the next moment, the lump of disfigured flesh fuddenly glowed from various points across its surface.
A split second later, it erupted skyward in a ball of sticky flames.
Cain dodged right ast it and began moving towards the next batch of targets.
His blade fell again, cleaving off the head of another, leaving behind a powerful explosion.
Then his blade came down again.
And again.
In just a few minutes, he had cut a blazing trail through the large swarm of the Rotworms.
And that was barely enough to make much of a difference in the overall outcome of the culling.
Luckily for him, he was not alone.
Spells and projectiles came raining down from the sky as heavy tower shields slammed into the first line of the grotesque creatures.
With a sickening crunch, Floki batted away the stain on his shield. His eyes were a frightening icy-blue as he smashed the butt of his war hammer into his helmet. Behind him was a squad of enormous Beastmen lifting heavy shields.
"Men, with me!" He roared furiously, driving the shield into the back of a charging Rotworm, splitting it in two.
The creature exploded a moment later, but the shield of ice he conjured stopped in completely before melting away. Charging forward, he smashed a head in with his hammer and let the flames wash over him.
A moment later, a healing light fell over him.
Upon the back of a large flying beast, Susan had her hands crossed as she chanted in a low voice over a small emerald altar.
From the depths of the swarm came a terrifying roar that was much different from the shrieks of the Rotworms.
Wielding six blades at once, a gnarly, humanoid abberation tore through the swarm, making grizzly noises that were rather horrifying to hear.
The green blood splattered all over his body, sizzling and burning his flesh.
However, his speedy regeneration and the heals coming down from on high were more than enough to keep him properly sustained.
A second later, the world around him lit up like a bonfire as the flames from dozens of corpses appeared all at once.
A mere instant after the clash, the dark night was lit up by the sticky flames.
They curled and coiled into the dark sky like the tongues of sinners, painting the world all shades of crimson and amber.
Tearing through bodies faster than he could count, Cain did a rough estimate and found that were were at the very least, several thousands of these things.
βIβm not killing them fast enough.β
The runes on the surface of his flesh lit up as the terrifying glow in his eyes became even more apparent.
His speed kicked up and the dark, crimson glow around his blade became even darker.
A flowerbed was made of the decapitated heads as the rancid ichor blossomed forth from their bloodied necks like enchanting petals.
For some reason, he felt even faster and stronger than before
It could have just been that his mind was playing tricks on him, or it could have been that there were some significant changes after his earlier body tempering session.
His joints felt like well-oiled parts of an unstoppable machine. His mind felt clear and focused. And of course, his hearts...
Yes, his hearts...
They all seemed to be working in overdrive, constantly beating against his ribs, begging to be let out.
However, it still wasnβt fast enough him.
The balanced the blade in one hand then pulled something out of his inventory.
It was a special item he had had made before they embarked on this journey.
The latest evolution of the {Hand of Midas}.
And it was an absolutely wicked beast...
