Chapter-32

rewind a bit,

About an hour ago, the sun began to hide its celestial body below the horizon. A small figure ran nimbly along the road that crossed the hilly regions.

Daylight began to fade and the atmosphere began to take on a purple hue.

A small pack of coyotes searching for prey finally found their target.

They stalked their prey from afar and dispersed as they approached. Two of the predators run past the man and attract attention by jumping over the roadside fence.

...

Diwa slowed down and stopped after seeing two coyotes blocking the road with their teeth grinding. Contrary to their nature around humans, their body language displays the hunter mentality.

The bad smells from their mouths floated in the wind that blew and visited his nasal cavity. Their 1.5m height was incredibly intimidating, and their red eyes evoked hostility.

He slowly drew his knife (Reference A Burmese Dha), with the two aggressive creatures in his vision.

Suddenly the two coyotes began their hunting time.

Holding the knife vertically to his right side with both hands, he adjusted his center of gravity.

The two coyotes parted left and right, trying to flank each other on either side.

He doesn't have much choice, he started the attack with a feint running toward the coyote from his left.

As he predicted, the attacking coyote skilfully dodges his attack range. When the other coyote saw his back, leaped at him, aiming to bite his throat.

Diwa gripped the blade backward, driving it back under the armpit with a strong push.

The sensation of piercing flesh gives feedback to his grip.

He slightly changed the angle of the blade and with both hands pulled the blade forward from the right side with the monster. His heavy breath penetrates the surrounding air.

He swallowed dry saliva from his parched mouth, regulated his breathing, and held the blade perpendicular to his chest at a 45-degree angle.

The coyote growled at him and tried to force a frontal attack.

A slight doubt crossed his mind, but the hunter didn't give him time to worry. Bloody jaws focused on the knife that rushed at him.

A heightened intensity of alertness creeps up his spinal cord. The battlefield fell silent as his instincts refused to accept any information.

Only the sound of silence penetrates his whole body. He let go of all crazy thoughts and followed his instincts.

Abandoning the oncoming coyote, he leaned into the road and backed away from the threat.

Blood flowed like a geyser from the coyote's now nearly split body.

wind blade?!!@@

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He got up hastily from the street and looked for the attacker. Elemental Attack, the symbol of the Enza Tier Beasts. The nightmare of humanity.

They were really rare, even in the tide of beasts, where did they come from?

A 2m tall creature that takes the road step by step like a king.

The dark gray-silver fur danced with the wind. The gray eyes that looked at him were full of contempt. You can't even call it a coyote at this stage. He was very different from his peers.

Erasing his confused thoughts, Enza or not, concentrating on his state of mind, he took the last pose. Lowering his center of gravity, keeping the blade pointed diagonally to the ground, and leaning back slightly.

Burning the last of his strength, he ran towards the beast. The beast swung its claws at him from afar, his eyes unable to discern anything coming it's way.

But his senses picked up the harbinger of the Windblade, which spiked his consciousness like a whiplash.

He cannot locate the center of the attack, so he assesses the general location and swings his blade in defense.

Part of the blade's edge was ripped from the wind blade, and his right cheek was scraped by stray remnants of the wind blade.

Seeing the unexpected result, the gray hound ​​struck twice more. Diwa defends the vital part as best he can with the blade, getting small cuts here and there.

His old friend was hanged for the last service, soaked in the blood of his last prey.

He grabbed the hilt with both hands and pressed the pommel lightly with his right palm. Holding horizontally next to his head.

Just like the other canine, the greyhound jumped on him and aim for his throat after seeing that the wind blade was ineffective.

He ignored the claws and thrust the point of the knife into the gray dog's mouth. A dog and a human roll together down the slope of the road.

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In the survivor camp,

the crimson night sky was like a shimmering carpet of precious stones, when the moonlight was too dim to cover their brilliance, the stars shone with all their might as if telling their story.

A small boy was playing hide and seek with a large dog under the night sky.

"Mile!!!, don't play too far from the truck. "

Hashin called them and warned them not to go too far.

As he spat out the blade of grass, he approached Denzai who was resting.

"Master Denzai", calling softly.

Denzai opened his closed eyes and looked at Hashin.

After getting Denza's attention, he continued the conversation. "Do you think Brother Diwa can get there safely?"

" I hope so...."

He looks at the night sky and gets up.

"He's doing his part"

looking back at Hashin,

"And we have our part to fulfill."

"Wow.....wow..." Loud barking permeates the night.

Denzai and Hashin quickly looked at where the barking was coming from.

Blacky carries Mile from the shirt and runs back to the truck. 4 shadows chased them, running at a speed that was not inferior to Blacky.

One of them clawed at the Blacky's hind legs.

Denzai and Hashin run to them,

Blacky yanked Mile some distance away and returned to counterattack.

"Take the boy back to the truck." After talking with Hashin, Denzai joined the fight. Hashin picked up the crying Mile, ran to the truck, and looked around.

The other survivors also rushed to the truck, screaming and shouting. Push each other and try to move forward.

"Don't pull my leg, get down!!! to go out."

"Bitch,...get out of the way!!"

"Ahhhh.. let go of my hair!!!!"

Seeing their intrusive behavior, he pointed the gun at them "Bang..!!!!!!"

The loud gunfire attracts their attention and the disorderly crowd falls silent. Hands that pull each other release their grips.

At least the gun nozzle wasn't pointed at them when the gun fired.

"Get on one by one or I'll feed you to the Cravers."

..... Denzai and Blacky stood side by side and took on the four Cravers.

"bang....."

The six heads look to the side and two cravers run towards the truck after seeing a large number of prey.

"Blacky, Mile!!!!"

Blacky jumps onto one of the Cravers, colliding with the Craver's body and pushing it down. And he tries to find another one.

But much to Blacky's chagrin, Craver's claws digging into the sides of his body disrupted his rhythm.

"Grumg!!!"

Beneath his growl, Craver's body stiffened, pushing Craver's head down with one paw and biting down at its throat.

It gnawed at the Craver, constantly pulling left and right.

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Back a few seconds ago...

"Blacky...Mile!!!!"

When he saw two Cravers charging at the survivors, his only option was to trick the big guy. If Mile was with the survivors, they will receive indirect protection from Blacky.

Blacky ran after the Cravers because he seemed to understand what he meant. The latter two Cravers became more aggressive as the intimidation factor wore off.

Only now that he had seen them.

These two Cravers usually keep their human form. The red eyes, the pointed and bleeding teeth, the lipless mouths, the smelly smell of rotten meat that had been hanging in the air for those months. Goul?!!!

At that moment, a rumble of vehicles moving towards them was joined by bright lights.

The Cravers immediately retreat from the lights and flee into the night. The vehicles went around the truck and stopped.

Blacky was still tearing apart the Craver's body. Another one rolled along with Hashin in the dust by the road. The TCF members run towards them and while trying to avoid Hashin, drive their bayonets into the Craver's body.

It was not long before the Craver died under bayonets.

The others gathered around Blacky in concern, aiming their guns.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot..."

A little girl jumps off the truck and runs to Blacky.

"Blacky was a good boy, don't piss him off!!!"

Covering Blacky's massive body with her tiny frame.

"Blacky, it's okay…don't be mad." she tried to calm the big guy down, talking nonstop and patting his body.

"It's okay...He's a hero...A loyal friend brave enough to call himself a warrior. "

Denzai shouted something to the TCF members and explained.

....

"Hahaha..."

"You... Fish eyes... I thought you were dead, it's good to see you again. "

"ha. ha..ha.." he patted Hashin's back.

a burly man was laughing and talking happily.

"Bulldog...stop your fucking hand or I'm gonna die this time." "Hashin's painful scream permeates the area.