102. The Blackened Village -4 (Part Two)

-Ku-ooooooh!

Zombies, ghouls, and dullahans lacked intelligence, and as such, they simply approached the living as their instincts dictated.

Allen stood between the corpses of lycans and stared at his front. An army of undead several hundred strong was coming for him.

If the same thing happened in the past, he'd have been freaking out by now. But to the current him, this whole thing came across as laughably cute.

No, hang on – the truth was, he was actually getting excited.

Allen sniffed the air.

The bone-chillingly cold deluge was still coming down incessantly, yet the stench of the undead, the ashes from their death, and the acrid smoke from the musket's muzzle, had still managed to stimulate his olfactory senses.

He shivered as heat suffused his skin. A powerful sense of excitement had begun intoxicating him.

Allen couldn't help but feel this sense of defeat at his own emotions and closed his eyes.

'So, it's not possible to fool one's bloodline, is that it?'