NOVEL NEXT Chapter 103: Defend! Defend! Defend!
Myriads upon myriads moved into the front, like waves in a stormy sea. It was chaotic, yet in the vastness of the ocean, for some reason it could also be seen as orderly yet messy and confused. However, each step they took certainly had a clear and well-defined purpose.
Fear had been carved into their very hearts, yet they did not allow it to falter. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. With the painful experience of their first defeat, and the stripping of their dignity as living creatures, having greatly wounded their pride.
Once bound by freedom, now shackled by slavery and the fate of being livestock, a mysterious man appeared like a meteor, defying all known logic. Their hearts were aflame; hormones of confidence and adrenaline seemed to ever slow down their time.
A man, a myriad, seeing his fellow kind take up arms, moved over to a dead ghoul. Glancing over it, he reminisced how life could easily be taken, yet it takes a long time to arrive at his current point in life. Who would have thought that a single flash could end lives—dozens of years of living, only to have met their end on the shimmering cold edge of a crude sword?
He closed his eyes, trying not to look at the ghoul, who once had a beating heart, now ripped apart in distortion of unnatural reality, a rebellion against nature and a complete abomination of all kinds.
He reached out his hands and swayed them around, trying to get a feel for the sword, and once he felt it, he clenched his fist and grabbed it by the handle. Once grabbed, he raised it forward. Now armed with a sword, he twisted his ankle and moved forth his other foot, to which he pulled the ankle back and dashed through the front.
Beyond his vision, he could see a gathering of myriads. Looking over to the opposite side of the myriads was a group of armed ghouls, possessing weapons that could overwhelm legions to the tooth. Behind the myriads, he could see other civilian myriads, particularly the disabled and children.
His eyes exploded into fiery flames, as his chest burst forth with a beating anger that seemed to increase every second. He was pissed, angry, disgusted, and with each passing minute, powerlessness seemed to rise all the way.
He swiftly went onto the most efficient paths, and when he arrived, the battle had already started. He darted his eyes around, looking for a place where he could fit in, and when he saw one, he immediately moved.
Upon arriving, surprise overtook him. As he glanced forward, there was a ghoul looking over him, to which it then let out laughter and smirked, as if trying to taunt him. However resilient his mind had now become, he did not let it bother him, and instead he narrowed his eyebrows and focused his eyes, with light now a mere glint in his irises.
The ghoul, who was supposed to be taunting its enemy, now found itself taunted by its own taunting. Frustration crawled over it, and with a swift move, it let out a terrible screech that could pierce even the most elaborate noise blockers.
Suddenly, as the ghoul was about to move into position, the myriad moved swiftly. The ghouls may have been intelligent, but their emotional maturity was that of a backward tribesman who had just attained adulthood through nepotism.
He moved his right foot forward and pushed it with the force of gravitational pull, to which he then retracted his other foot and, with the full force of his core muscles, he leaped into the air, with a sword by his side.
The ghoul, upon seeing its enemy, found itself flabbergasted and was not able to react in time, and so instead of completely dodging, it was only able to pull back its foot into a single back step, which only narrowly avoided a fatal injury.
Its chest was cleanly sliced open; however, a ghoul is a living being that is also not alive. It smirked as it avoided a second death. The myriad nearly killed the ghoul. Unfortunately, he only dealt considerable damage, as the injury would definitely limit its remaining muscle movements.
True to its thoughts, the ghoul countered with extremely limited movements. It slashed upwards, which was easily avoided, and then slashed consecutively from the left and right. The myriad only had to merely push his foot back, and all the ghoul's attacks had been effectively avoided.
The myriad pushed his right foot forward and made the finishing move. Using the muscles in his right hand and left hand, he raised the sword sideways, and with a push of a century, delivered a deep slash that separated the ghoul's body into two.
As the muscles had snapped, the ghoul fell into pieces on the ground, yet it still lived. Thus the myriad, finding all the anger and mercy for the lost soul that had turned into an abomination in his heart, moved over beside the ghoul.
With a sad face and a contorted, ghoulish expression, he plunged his sword deep into the skull of the ghoul. The ground was splattered with a crimson sky as rivers started to form, pooling into a single lake that gathered over the surroundings.
The myriad, struggling with breathing, rested while staying on guard. After a few moments had passed, he once again glanced all over the surroundings. He could see that they were fairly holding well, and a lot of civilians had been evacuated already.
His eyes silently flickered, as adrenaline started to pour over him once again. Over the street, upon landing his vision there, was a family of myriads that was about to suffer in peril. He looked to his sides and saw that nobody had noticed it yet.
With a firm, dedicated heart, and a steeled resolve and inspiration, he quickly got his feet into work, and in a single moment, his running pace increased ever so slightly.