The Greatest Beast Tamer of Earth-Chapter 513 A day to forget

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Chapter 513 A day to forget

Depp in the forest was a place hidden from everyone. It was the place that government authorities had been searching for for a long time.

Hideout of the Phantom Claw Bandits, the group that had been quite a pain for them

It was like termites who hide and constantly deal damage; while their impact might not be felt in the beginning, with time they could do more damage than expected.

Inside this safe haven for Bandits, today was a black day, as if the God of Death had decided that the pot of their sins was filled.

Many complained that God never listened to them, but they might get different answer if they asked the woman covered in a blanket.

With her hair untangled and dry, she laughed madly while holding something in her hand.

She raised it above her head.

'Drip' Crimson fluid fell on her face, and her lips widened into a creepy smile. It was a human head with eyes wide open as if it couldn't believe what had happened to him.

The woman had tears in her eyes; it was not the first time she had cried, but this time, they were not because of sorrow; they were tears of joy.

She wanted to thank the one who had helped her, but that guy had already left. He was like a ghost.

Bandit stood no chance against him; she still remembered it clearly. She had been dragged out of the prison.

She had given all hope when these bandits captured her. She tried to end her life many times, but they stopped her, and she was beaten.

He was forcing himself upon her, and she had lost all her hopes after struggling for a while. She was an ordinary human girl; how could she fight against an awakener?

If not for him being cautious not to kill her accidentally, she would not have been able to stop him for a second.

At this moment, she closed her eyes and prayed. If someone was watching from above, then help her.

That was when she saw the body of the man falling on her. She was scared for a moment, but when she noticed warm fluid dripping over her head,

She opened her eyes, and that was also the moment when her eyes fell on the figure that entered the wall and disappeared.

Several similar incidents had taken place all over the place; the captives were spared, but no mercy was shown to the bandits.

The sheer brutality shown to them was as if they were not even humans. It was not as if they were not strong.

Compared to other bandit groups, they were one of the strongest, but that didn't help them here.

Everything was useless against this invisible opponent. If that was not enough, his attacks were also strong, which, combined with his ability to go through walls, made it impossible for them to escape.

They were trapped in their own hideout and were struggling for their survival.

This place where I felt safest now looked no less than a horror castle. It was as if a ghost was chasing them down one by one.

The bandit leader assessed the situation and decided it couldn't go on like this. He had to come up with a plan.

However, each second he wasted thinking one of his members lost his life, he was forced to devise a plan quickly.

The best solution he came up with was to use the low-level bandits as bait and escape with the high-level members.

This might appear cowardly to others, but this was nothing new in their profession; the common saying was, 'No one's left, from whom we've not theft.' While the bandits were being massacred, a group started sneaking out through the hidden route.

Bandits did as they were told; they distributed on all sides equally and waited for further orders. 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐧𝗼𝘃𝐞𝐥.𝗰𝐨𝗺

They trusted their leader; he had gotten them out of many similar situations. Today also, they had all their hopes in them.

Little did they know that the one they trusted this much took their page of hope and escaped by making a paper boat out of it.

Leaving them back to drown in this storm alone, to drown when the storm reaches them

They felt shivers all over their bodies, and soon after, they felt a slight pain in their necks.

A menacing laughter made them come back to their senses, but as they looked around, they saw a cut on the necks of others.

When they checked the wounds on their necks and looked at their hands covered in blood, they realized their lives had ended.

'Though' their bodies fell on one another. It wasn't that they didn't try, but nothing worked.

The wound was impossible to heal; they could only delay their death.

Delaying was not the right option either, as with every extra second, they felt more pain.

The memories of their lives moved past their eyes; regret was the only thing they all felt.

If given a choice, who would want to become a bandit? It was just their lives that forced them to take this path.

Not all were the same; some still believed nothing was wrong with their actions. It was just that today was their unfortunate day.

Cries echoed all around the hideout, but they became silent with time. It was as if a teacher had entered a noisy classroom and asked the students to be quiet.

There was a complete silence as the last of the bandits fell.

A figure could be seen standing before it. His platinum hair was disheveled. He closed his purple eyes and inhaled.

The smell of blood that disgusted many made him feel better. It was like the smell of alcohol to an alcoholic.

His eyes shone crimson, and his lips were curled up into a satisfied expression.

He laughed momentarily, but then the glow in his eyes dimmed. As he looked around to search for more prey, he discovered that there was no one around him.

He screamed and stomped his feet.

His nails dug into his own flesh, and as he felt uncomfortable, he started moving toward people. He marked them and held them by the neck.

However, it was then that he left him; he screamed and pulled his hairs, trying to control himself.

He used the 'Shadow Bats' technique and started searching the whole area.

At first, he was unable to find anyone in the hideout, but he soon found traces of some figures moving away.

He thought they were captives, but when he discovered they didn't have marks on them, his lips curled up.

His right hand picked something. Then he threw something and disappeared.

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