HPDBC Chapter 36 Come To Us
Chapter 36 Come To Us
Using the trees as leverage he exploded with insurmountable power, blasting into the sky like a blur. Finally reaching the empty sky he floated in the middle of it, his figure cast by the moon.
-shin
The sword in his hand shone with golden light, gleaning with the reflection of the moon.
-woosh
In the next second he came plummeting downward, the gravity of the earth pulling him and tripling his speed and power by the second.
"Gale slash" his eyes gleamed with furiousity as he pulled his sword back and activated a skill.
Before everyone's eyes, a tempest of wind surrounded his sword while he came crashing down at the the hill sized tortie below him.
—wang
With a blinding slash he cut through the flesh of the Tortie severering its flesh and bones alike causing a massive explosion to follow.
With one powerful strike, he had decapited the sacred beast.
"Powerful!!" Vipers eyes beamed as she wanted the scene of the Torties head being separated from the rest of its body. It was a sight to behold.
Who in their right mind would try to decaptate a monster of this magnitude? If anyone in the shelter heard this they would surely tag it as a lie. If killing a sacred beast was this easy wouldn't the various young masters of the city be insanely powerful?
"Hmm, I see it now, it's that sword" Thane commented a smile on his face as he watched the figure of the young man jump down from the corpse of the hill sized tortie.
What weapon was the beast for hunting sacred beasts? If not sacred weapons what else?
Yes, the sword in Guillimans hands was of the sacred grade.
"Hey," Guilliman reached forward helping Jemie out of the ground before patting him gently on the shoulder.
"Thank you" Jemie smiled bitterly as she spoke in a hesitant tone, he had almost died just then, he should be more grateful to Guilliman. But this kid just stole his kill.
Could he complain though ?
"You've been busy I see" Victoria commented as they slowly approached both himself and Jemie who were infront of the Torties decapitated body.
The way he moved, the force of that attack, this was not a feat of a level 2 Slayer, just the sacred sword alone was not enough, the power behind the strike had to also be taken into account.
This kid had levelled up to level 4 at least.
"Naturally" Guilliman smirked.
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+610 gene points
Name: Gilliaman Naldir
"I swear, I'm telling the truth!!" The girl cried seriously looking directly at the young man seated opposite her.
She was the second survivor of the massacre in clawwood forest that saw the dead of the first young master of the black berry family. After transversing the forest for weeks, the truth finally dawned on her.
There was no way she could survive leaving the shelter, in a single day she would face countless near death situations that nearly took her life. In the end she decided that it was better to die in the hands of Guilliman than to be eaten.
"Cut her thumb, she's lying" the obnoxious young man sneered commanding a guard seated to the side.
In the next second, screams filled the room and the young slave girl cried for help and mercy. If she had known she would have kept pressing on in the forest.
She underestimated the cruelty of men.
While she screamed for mercy, the young man fell back into his chair a look of calm shrouded his expression.
He was the youngest son of the black berry family Vincent blackberry . The most pampered and loved hier of the family, unlike he older brother who was meant to take over from their father, he was much more free.
At least that was until this rubbish with his useless elder brother dying in clawwood Forrest. It had placed him in a rather stressful situation where he had to take the mantle of the family.
He, the debauchery of the family, the one who enjoyed the most fireedom in the shelter, was now being forced to take the responsibility of his good for nothing brother.
He hated it.
But what could he do? He was powerless, this responsibility was his. However, he could take it out on whoever was at fault.
"Stop" raising his hand, he stopped the torture of the young slave girl infront of him. Allowing her to breath and get herself together from the pain of getting her thumb cut off.
"You said something about him killing the Wind Direwolf yes?" Vincent asked looking seriously at the slave girl.
She held her ground that his elder brother had died of bloodloss, but didn't hide anything else, even speaking of Guilliman becoming a slayer that night.
With tears rolling down her eyes, she nodded affirming what he said.
"Okay" Vincent nodded, killing a sacred Direwolf no matter how weakened it was, was a tedious task. He should know he had killed one himself.
But it denoted something, this Guilliman fellow was ambitious and a slayer, to sneak into a troop of slaves demanded guts and a fair share of will.
He was bound to go there.
Looking through the window on his side, his eyes fell upon the highest point of the shelter.
In a week, Ambitious Slayers would gather for the rights to enter the Yellow gate.
Guilliman would surely be there.
"Call off the search, the boy will come to us" Vincent commanded his eye gleaming with a hint of savagery.
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