NOVEL NEXT Chapter 82: Group of Ghouls
Quagmire, upon looking over the group of ghouls and doing a head count, counted that there were about twenty-four ghouls. They seemed like they were having a meeting, but he did not care, as he does not need to know, most likely to ambush him, but not as he have now seen them first, thus he would be the one to go on the offensive, though he would need to take advantage of the terrain and distance advantage.
Moreover, it seemed that the ghouls this time were unarmed and had no tools other than some tattered clothes, from who knows where. With that in mind, his eyes started to sharpen as his vision zoomed and improved, therefore activating his ability.
He raised his right hand holding a pistol and placed his left hand below and moved into a firing position by twisting his joints, and with a flick of his hand and a pull of his finger, the gun erupted, and a bullet was fired. The pistol came with a flash followed by a white transparent smoke that was penetrated by the bullet that came at a blistering speed, and in a short while, less than a fraction of a second. A blooming rose came and stained the surroundings.
Quagmire, taking advantage of the situation, immediately flicked his hands multiple times, followed by a single, accurate fire. Confusion reigned as multiple thuds reverberated through the ground. The ghouls were confused, but upon looking for a short while, they found the main culprit, a few dozen meters from them, a living person with unexplained characteristics, with something in its hands that had quite possibly shot them.
The ghouls, upon realizing what was happening, erupted in anger and roared, but Quagmire was unbothered and quickly dispatched four more ghouls with rapid hand movements and rapid fire. Now that they have realized what was happening, he slowly but surely backed off, all the while keeping his pistol aimed at his targets.
Right now, he has fully dispatched eight ghouls, bringing the total number of enemies down to sixteen. The ghouls in a group started moving, and with quick, precise movements, they dashed off in his direction.
As if he would let them, with that, he started shooting them one by one, and when one finally got closer. He jumped and rolled over the ground. Now, there were twelve left as he dispatched four more earlier. They were now extremely close to him, and so he now dashed out into the wilderness in a zig-zag motion so that he would be able to pick off ghouls in each turn, and block their movements and attacks by the trunk and shades of the trees.
Soon, there were eight ghouls left. As of now, he had killed sixteen ghouls in rapid succession. With a flick of his hands, the inventory opened, and he tossed the empty magazine inside and grabbed a fully loaded one, and inserted it back into the pistol.
Unfortunately, as he was reloading suddenly, a ghoul ambushed him and attacked him. He was able to dodge, but he was knocked down, and his magazine, which was supposed to be inserted, was tossed aside. His heart started to beat fast as nervousness entered, but he never let it show and stayed moving fast and decisive.
He glanced to the sides, and the other ghouls were still catching up, as they were a few dozen meters from his position, but he would need to go soon. Right now, his pistol is empty, and his magazine is on the ground. He could not just pick it right back and not get a new one, as it would require time, and time is not on his side, as the ghoul before him is extremely close. Thus, he needs to create an opening and grab it back.
The ghoul slashed forward, which quagmire dodge by moving to the side, he pulled his knife from the holster and attempted to stab the ghoul stepped backward and countered with another slash which he resisted with a knife, and with a quick flick of the knife he was able to slice the hands of the ghoul just like tofu. The ghoul growled in anger, and taking advantage of the weakness, he immediately went for the kill and plunged his knife at the head of the ghoul.
The ghouls was killed, and blood came rushing out as soon as he pulled the knife, he glanced at his side and saw the ghouls were nearing, now wasting time he dashed into the side and grabbed the ammunition and magazine that costed a few gold coins, even though it was only a few he would like to save as much as possible.
Upon grabbing the magazine, it was immediately inserted back and with a twist of the body and a raise of a hand, with a flick, two shots were immediately fired that hit their marks. Two ghouls died and crashed into the nearby trees, therefore becoming fertilizer for the great tree and the land on which it fell.
Almost immediately, he dashed back into the wilderness, trying to gain some distance, and after gaining some distance, he twisted his body and faced the ghouls and immediately fired three more shots; now, they were down to three ghouls left.
However, they were near and so the first ghoul attacked. Unfortunately, Quagmire ducked just in time, and with a twist of his hands it was directly aimed at the head, and so as he ducked, he also fired his shots. The ghoul was knocked over and fell backwards.
With that, he fired his last shots and killed the remaining ghouls. Inside his head, numerous notifications rang out. Unfortunately, before he was able to see them, his instincts shouted at him to get out of his current position, and so he did. Joints twisting, he jumped and rolled forward just as a gust of air passed by his earlier position.
Just in time to have saved himself from perdition.