HPDBC Chapter 33 Untitled
Chapter 33 Untitled
Guillimans figure dashed through the forest at an incredible pace weaving and dodging trees while being chased by a massive tortie.
The past few weeks he had been hunting with Victoria team had been indeed fruitful, but he lost an essential edge to him in that time.
It wasn't until the threat of the black berry family bared on him once again that he realized that he needed to take his future into his own hands.
Even if it meant risking it.
"There!!"
Rushing through a cover of brushes and shrubs, Guillimans figured descended down a slope into a small basin. His hand tightly gripping on his blade as he abruptly stopped half way down.
'1...2....' Under his breath, he Began to count, his eyes dashing around as if expecting something. He completely ignored the sound of the massive tortie barreling towards him as he held his ground
Soon, the Tortie broke through the cover of leaves and went directly towards him. But instead of fear, Guillimans eyes shone with resolution as he jumped back and smiled.
"Right on time" he mused.
During his time with Victoria he had noticed strange activity in this part of the forest. At first, he thought it to be a part of the wild zone since there wasn't any broader structure to its tarrain.
However, he was soon surprised to find out that this place was exactly what he had been looking for when he joined them.
It was the place where the Sacred Swordfish king had layed its little kingdom. But that was only where the surprise started.
—woosh
—woosh
—woosh
Instead of living in a pond or even a small water body, these creatures could actually fly!! Yes, flying sword fishes.
They weaved through the air, swiftly like birds and dashed forward cutting at their enemies with their razor sharp Snouts.
"Quickly" he deactivated his amour and took a few steps back creating space as the swordfishes laid seige on the massive tortie.
Unlike the tortie that lived a scattered life, the swordfish was a more solid community, maybe it was because of their size, or maybe some other development in their evolution. But they worked together.
That was the worst nightmare for any slayer.
-Roar!!
The Tortie Roared, as it was besieged by the swordfishes from all sides, it hurriedly tried to defend itself, but it no avail.
Meanwhile,
The near grand beast was a totally different matter of course so they need to drag it back for her to help out.
"Okay!!" Taking in a big breath of air, Barthold readelied his shield falling into a fighting position. Then with his mace he struck his shield slowly encroaching towards the hill, taunting it.
If anyone in their right senses saw this scene they would surely feel that he had gone mad trying to provoke a hill, but the more he did it, the more annoying it was.
This shield was an ironback family treasure, it had a similar function as Guillimans shourd amour abiet being much weaker.
You could imagine comparing a sacred treasure to a mutant one.
After a few seconds of constituting a nuisance the beast was finally enraged slowly standing up and glaring at Barthold.
Instead of fighting though, Barthold immediately turned tail and ran forcing the creature to follow him slowly from behind.
It had already set its eyes on him, letting him go was not befitting of a beast like him.
Of course, this was also what they wanted to achieve
....
"Huuu" breathing out a breath full of hot hair, Guilliman could help but feel tired.
Infront of him was several corpses, one very big one and the rest much smaller fish like beasts.
"Unfortunate" after heaving for a few seconds, he raised his head and looked at the giant tortie corpse infront of him.
He couldn't kill the mutant himself, it had died from the constant attacks of the swordfishes so he hadn't gotten gene points nor an echo.
However, he did level up
[Updating stats
Name: Gilliaman Naldir
Rank: Level 3
Gene: 240/1500
Class: Soul king
Affinity: Wind, Ice, Arcane
Agility: 45 Power: 48 Stamina: 60]
"Good, but not enough" staring down the slope with determination painted in his eye, Guilliman clenched the hilt of his blade and walked upwards.
There was still a lot to do.