HPDBC Chapter 151 Arrogance
Chapter 151 Arrogance
'My potential can grow! I can win, even if only by myself!' Abbanh spun his spear, kicking off the ground, countless lesser Derelictus-Mens's heads were sent spinning up in the air, causing the consorts to turn his attention to the spearman, away from the still living guards.
The consorts, despite coming from different tribes, demonstrated impressive cohesion, leaping into the air unnaturally, despite their great sizes, they were armed with bone daggers all the same as many of their lesser brethren, simply larger to fit in their hands, they swung with brutal strength mid-air, forcing Abbanh back as they isolated him from the rest of the battle.
Even when using all arts that could enhance his trained strength, he was thrown back with ease by a single one of them, things were looking grim, he knew it, even by taking the attention of a majority of the consorts, it didn't mean that his men were faring any better, he saw one get crushed in between the teeth of a queen, still alive before being turned into nothing more than light snack.
The rest were getting swarmed by countless of the monkey's, unable to resist the sheer numbers and fury animating them, their normally feeble bodies enhanced by the presence of their leaders, they butchered who they thought to be the source of their losses with extreme prejudice. Read the latest on empire
"I know you're here! Do you like the show you bastard?!" the elite growled, struggling to not be turned into a nameless sack of meat by the consorts, they didn't even attack all at once, instead opting to switch every dozen seconds, maintaining maximum pressure on Abbanh.
The living had to put his all into merely dodging and evading, there was no room for him to counter attack, every time he saw an occasion, another monster would simply step and prevent him from even landing a scratch.
His signature battle art couldn't even be used, he was managing to avoid getting damaged, but his body was put under immense strain.
'Ohrn would be able to fight back! His art would have been able to quell their numbers as well... This only happened because I am incapable of anything other than fighting, but I can't even do that right!' growing more and more distressed, a mad look started to settle in his eyes.
He looked up there, he could see the height of the mountain, the rugged cliff side was right above them all, he could not reach it with his art, but an idea appeared in his mind.
"Halt"
He released his guard, and a single, venomous word dripping with putrefaction reached him, the order took hold and the nails ceased for a brief instant, just enough for an arrow to pierce his unprotected throat.
A single drowned cough came out of him, the nails reverting into harmless sparks that readily dissipated into the air.
Abbanh's eyes landed on the distant figure of Loimos, but he could barely see what was in front of him, he could only recall his lady's advice once more.
"Don't grow arrogant"
The very first words she had spoken, she had shared only a few words of guidance, and he had somehow managed to fail in applying them.
He was a failure, and could only die apologising for his incompetence, the competent men he had taken with him were all brutally slaughtered by monsters, who were now dragging and hoarding their flesh, vying to gather as much for their tribes as possible before quickly slipping away, the queens wishing to avoid conflict between themselves.
Loimos kept his distance, he didn't pull anything against those five tribes, allowing them to take off with bodies and items he could have decayed, he wouldn't want to get grounded into the floor, he still had to pay a visit to Muho Chitai.
But he still took the time to gather the death force and what remained of the corpses beforehand, now, it was time to direct the wrath of some more tribes.