NOVEL NEXT Chapter 109: Gathering
Quagmire moved from rank to rank, swiftly readjusting his position when required to do so. He lowered his hands to his hips and unlocked the button holding his pistol in place, grabbed it in his palms, and raised it back in front. His index finger rested just above the trigger.
Two flying man-eaters came within a few dozen meters of him. Almost running out of time, he did not think of anything at all and used his eagle eye to accurately shoot his first target. He raised it forward and placed his finger on the trigger, then pulled it in a single decisive moment.
The first flying man-eater was shot in the air and pummeled down to the ground, splattering a deep crimson lake onto the ground. Its innards and brain matter were scattered in all directions, and its body and skin were ripped apart, now empty as a skeleton without flesh.
The second flying man-eater saw everything that transpired, and with a wide eye with a tint of red in its irises, it flew at a much faster and sharper pace. Upon seeing the change in the atmosphere, Quagmire immediately ducked and rolled forward, dodging the attack in just the nick of time.
Once he stopped rolling, with the strength from his core and upper muscles, he placed his hands and raised his body, which was then followed by the lower body's muscles, to which he placed his foot perpendicularly to the ground and pushed it downward so that he would be able to stand firmly in place.
Upon standing up, he glanced from side to side; he saw that the ghouls were catching up to him. His face contorted, his eyebrows narrowed, lips curling downward, into an unpleasant mood. He had just blown up a lot of things, but it was only enough to get rid of the fat men.
There were more hordes upon hordes of crazed ghouls looking and hunting for him. He was only barely able to outpace them with proper breathing techniques and strategic rest when fighting, conserving the most amount of energy.
He dashed forth, but then his eyes widened in shock. He looked from side to side. His heartbeat came beating rapidly as anxiety came, but then again, there was no time, and so he would just have to risk it. Overhead, he saw the second flying man-eater. Unfortunately, there was an obstacle along the way.
He was shocked and nervous, and thus with no other choice, he tapped into the energy reserve he had and quickened his pace. With furrowed eyebrows and a glint of light in his eyes, he placed both of his hands over the obstacle, with the force from both his upper and core, he exerted enough effort, and using the momentum from all the running, he was able to swiftly get to the other side of the obstacle safely.
He landed on two feet, which, in the nick of time, with just a single glance into his periphery, he avoided a collision and an attack from the flying man-eater. Annoyed by the continuous attacks coming from the second flying man-eater, he went up and aimed his pistol.
His eyes dilated, his breathing calmed, and with a pull of the trigger, the bullet came out at a blistering speed, penetrating wind barrier after wind barrier. The bullet came and struck the flying man-eater straight out of the air, after which it fell and plummeted down to the ground.
With a little bit of smoke coming out of the barrel, he blew air into it and dashed off to the front. He glanced at his spatial inventory and saw and knew to himself that he had placed most of the improvised explosive devices out in the open as he was running.
Which would mean it would be safe to destroy this entire city now, but he could not do it yet; he still needed to affirm the safety of this world's inhabitants, or the myriads' safety. If he detonated it and there were some myriads who survived, then he would be painted in a less favorable manner.
It was something he did not like, or would very much like to avoid for the future and propaganda purposes.
His ears perked up as he heard the clashing of blades and bestial-like roars of the ghouls nearby. The scent of blood and the screams of despair were becoming stronger and louder. No doubt it was the ghouls and the myriads.
He took a glance over his back and saw that the ghouls were seemingly keeping a distance from him. Which would mean they might be leading him into a trap; anger welled up inside of him as he realized that he had been fooled.
Nevertheless, this actually worked in his favor, and so he played along. They must have been trying to gather all their enemies into one single location; therefore, he would not want to waste any more of their time.
He scanned his surroundings and looked over at the battlefield. His hearing increased as adrenaline and excitement rushed forth inside his body. Then his eyes darted to a single location, confirming from his hearing and instincts that there was a shortcut in there that would lead to where the fighting was.
However, one thing confirmed his suspicion. A deep toll of a bell rang through the surroundings. Its deep and hollow sound could be heard reverberating through the surroundings. Almost immediately, he twisted his ankle and charged in that direction.
His pace quickened, giving every last bit of energy in one final struggle. With each step he took, the ground slightly rumbled, the ghouls realizing that their prey was heading into their trap, and its near completion, giving glee to their minds, as their lips twirled into a twisted, terrifyingly demonic smile.
Excitement ran through their minds; a feast of blood and flesh filled them with ecstasy. Thus, with rejuvenated thoughts, they dashed forward at an increasing speed, almost matching the speed of Quagmire himself.
Quagmire saw and felt the change in mood; his lips twirled into a smirk. However, it was never enough to ever completely remove the uncertainty in his heart and mind.