NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 268: New Allies
John followed up on his advantage, spinning around in a whirlwind of deadly movements. The dagger, which seemed to have come out of nowhere, appeared at John’s right side.
Michael quickly raised both of his arms above his face, trying his best to defend himself from the incoming attacks. His efforts, however, were futile.
One by one, John’s dagger slashed against Michael’s forearms, carving deep wounds into the man’s skin. Blood sprayed from his wounds, staining the ground red as he stumbled backward in agony, his arms held tight against his face to staunch the bleeding.
"Damn you," Michael hissed between gritted teeth as he clutched at his wounds in an attempt to stop them from bleeding further.
Michael clicked his tongue and slammed his fist into the ground.
The ground shook, sending a wave of tremors shooting out in every direction and knocking his enemies and allies out of balance.
The earth around the battlefield cracked open, and some screamed as they fell into the new pits that were created by the quaking Earth.
"Nice move," John said as he tried to maintain his footing.
’I should end this,’ John thought, and he vanished from sight.
Michael glanced around the battlefield, trying to spot any traces of movement, but his vision remained fuzzy.
John reappeared next to him with lightning-fast speed and slashed out with his dagger, which was coated in his Dagger Aura skill.
"This is it, Michael."
Michael spun around just in time to see the blur that was John lunging at him, and he moved to try and avoid the incoming blow.
The tip of John’s dagger made a small slice in the fabric of Michael’s shirt, and the man cried out in pain as the fabric tore and a gush of blood spurted forth.
"You should have moved on, Michael," John growled as he stood above him with his palm open, aimed straight at Michael’s head.
Michael knew this was a warning, and he couldn’t help but mock him.
"Haha, go to hell, John. Kill me if you want me to stop; I will never—"His words cut short by the blast exploding from John’s hand.
Bits and pieces of Michael’s face flew out in all directions, and John could feel the heat of the explosion wash over him.
Jolene rushed towards John to heal him, but she stood petrified at the gruesome sight of Michael’s decapitated body lying on the ground before them.
A moment of silence fell upon the park as everyone stared in horror at what had transpired before them.
"You... killed him," Amber muttered under her breath.
John looked up and met her gaze with a smile.
"Yes, I did. There was no other choice, Amber."
Amber lowered her gaze and exhaled.
"You’re right. It needed to be done," she whispered.
Zara appeared beside John and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"That asshole got what he deserved. You did well, John."
John turned to her with a smirk.
"Are you finally warming up to me, Zara?"
"You’re not as bad as I thought you’d be," Zara muttered.
John snorted. "So you’ve been thinking about me, huh?"
"I can’t say I haven’t," Zara said, her cheeks turning red.
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John simply smiled and turned to Amber.
"Go back to base. I still need to deal with Elaine and the Tower faction."
Amber nodded and turned to walk away.
"Wait," John called out, and she stopped and glanced at him.
John looked at his status once more to confirm it and realised that the system had not recognised Amber as his woman, which could only mean she did not consider herself his woman.
’Looks like I have some work to do,’ he thought to himself as he walked towards Amber.
He wrapped his arm around her small waist and pulled her closer to him, his lips hovering mere inches away from hers.
"I’m not finished with you yet, Amber."
She blushed and lowered her eyes.
"John..." she whispered.
John smirked and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply.
The kiss was passionate and intense, their tongues intertwined and danced together in perfect harmony.
As they parted, Amber averted her gaze.
"Amber, I won’t force you, but you would have my full protection if you were mine. Think about it."
Amber nodded and glanced at him.
"I’ll think about it," she said before turning to leave.
John turned back to see Elaine staring at him.
"What? Do you want to avenge him?" John asked her.
Elaine shook her head.
"No. I know when I am defeated. I’m sorry; I didn’t mean for things to go this far."
John nodded and walked towards her.
"You still have your group. If you can promise me that you will never bother me or my people again, I will let you go."
Elaine looked up and met John’s gaze.
"Really?"
John nodded.
"Yes."
"Thank you, John," Elaine said, tears welling in her eyes.
Of course, John had no intention of letting her go. He would keep an eye on her movements with his Web of Whispers and find out what she’s really up to.
’Who knows, I might be able to gain something from this,’ John thought.
"We will need to meet up with your leaders. Let’s go," John said.
Elaine nodded and started leading the way.
"So, who are your leaders?"
"There are three of them, and they are in charge of the tower," Elaine answered.
John nodded.
"Good."
The park was enveloped in a serene stillness as they strolled towards the looming tower. The soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds were the only sounds to break the peaceful silence. The path before them was dappled with sunlight, casting shifting patterns through the thick canopy above.
As they neared the tower, they could see deep-carved details etched into its weathered glass walls, worn by the cruelty of the apocalypse. The air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and old normalcy. It was a place frozen in time, begging to be explored.
The deserted streets were lined with dilapidated buildings and the sound of their footsteps echoed through the silence. As they rounded a corner, the tower loomed in front of them, its glass walls rising high into the darkening sky. The only sign of life was a small light flickering in one of the windows. They quickened their pace until they finally reached the entrance.
