Chapter 99: The Undead Of Ancient Times.
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With a roar that sent shivers down my spine the monster charged. It was almost as tall as the ceiling (Twice as tall as me) and fatter than five men side by side; very thick indeed. The damn thing was definitely a monster capable of eradicating us, there was no doubt about it. It had a shiny sword on its baldric and a massive axe on its hands. But the way it licked its lips, only made my blood go cold. It wanted to eat us, and that was clear as purified water.
It came towards us with blazing speeds. Given the size, that was surprising. The pirate who was in front was cleaved in two horizontally in the first swing. Oh boy, he was powerful.
What? My blood froze. With just one swing? My sweet, sweet brain was going crazy and numb.
The monster stopped in its tracks and ate the pirate in a matter of minutes. We were too shocked to even move, let alone attack: were we just spectators? It finished crunching on the pirate's bones and then looked at us, with a grin. The damn thing knew its shit.
All the pirates were sweating, some were crying and some had even given up just by seeing that. Jowy was right. These morons had probably never seen the undead in their lives.
"Do-don't give up ye fool!" Gack screamed but to no avail.
Gack with a shivering hand, tried to attack the monster. His scimitar reached it. A clang resounded as the monsters casually brushed of Gacks attacks. The monster looked down on Gack and grinned. The color from his eyes drained, as though they were glass.
Gack was flung from the side and he ended up kissing the wall. Blood gushed out. The trend continued. It was clearing the pirates one by one. The first one was surely dead but the rest I wasn't too sure about.
"He's right. If we give up, we'll end up just like him," Jowy said.
Jowy was behind all of us shooting arrows. He was the only one who still had some sense left. This made some sense come back to the pirates, myself included. And they made a desperate attempt to escape.
The pirates who charged ahead ended up dead, being sliced in half by the massive axe: the ones that tried to escape were flung and crushed against the walls. It was a mortifying sight. One by one everyone was meeting the same fate. But instead of eating them right away, this monster licked its lips again and again. It was taunting and playing with us.
"Old man!"
"I know!"
The old man threw a gust of wind toward the monster. It had three eyes on its ugly face, and all three of them looked at us after some torsional movement. Its fangs were sticking out and the face wasn't even remotely humanoid. As though an oversized head was placed on the shoulder of a small-sized giant. Its nose was just like an animal's but the rest of the face resembled that of a demon's. There wasn't any skin on its face. So it looked more or less like an ugly mess of muscles.
But one thing was for certain… we definitely had its attention now.
It came toward us in a blink of an eye. I could barely unsheathe my sword when it swung its axe. The old man intercepted with his normal sword and the sword broke in two. But he was successful in dodging the attacks. That man really was skilled. Then the monster looked at me. I lost the track of all sorts and only looked ahead; my vision fixed at the monster.
I couldn't even see the monster's movement but my body somehow dodged the first blow. I fell on the ground with a minor graze. Compared to the pirate cut in half, this was definitely miles better.
"Daarc, the knife!" Jowy shouted.
I knew the knife could have been used against the undead but I just didn't get the chance to even bring it out.
The captain took the chance and got behind the monster. He, with his sword, charged. "Yarr!"
He thrust through the monster but he couldn't pierce through the armor. The monster's mouth widened, as though it was smiling.
"Oh, fuck!" The captain's eyes opened wide and it felt as though he'd given up. With a flip, the captain hit the wall on the other side. Squashed. Splashes of blood were apparent. The monster resumed its gaze on me.
I couldn't move. What is this? I couldn't move my muscles. It was as though my legs gave up, no my body had given up.
The monster was just too fast. The monster was coming towards me. It was like that one horror movie which you actually find scary but sadly for me, this was no movie. Before the monsters could swing its axe, the old man got behind it. HE sliced its back with the mystic blade.
Grawrrr! The monster screamed its lungs out. Did it even have lungs?
The sword in the old man's hand was shining. It was the same sword we found in the serpent's stomach; the mystic sword. But the old man was using two of his hands and he couldn't still keep the sword in air for long.
The monster threw its axe on the ground and it made a heavy clang. The rust from the axe met the dirt below. This thing must have been alive for at least a few thousand years. But even the mystic blade wasn't enough to kill it. But the monster looked severely weakened and got on its knees. The old was fast and that was good.
But things didn't go as well as he'd planned. The monster unsheathed its sword that was hidden in its baldric. Just how the hell could something like this exist? - That was the only question going through my brain.
Although the sword appeared normal it had a fine edge; so fine that almost anybody could mistake it for a brand new sword. It didn't look special but seemed to be better than most. It looked like a sharp new dull sword if that made sense.
The monster swung the sword over the old man's head. Though the sword was a normal-sized one, it wasn't even flinching at the massive monster's strength. The old man blocked the attack. But the strength of the monster was too great and he rolled on the ground to compensate. Skills weren't enough when met with immense raw strength.
Meanwhile, all I could do was watch. Yet again, I was playing spectator. But my legs wouldn't listen to me. my body wouldn't respond. I couldn't even unsheathe my sword yet. Just what the hell was going on?
There weren't any more shouts other than the old man's grunts and the monster's groans.. Jowy amassed the courage to shoot some arrows but the monster's armor made them look like mere toys.
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With a roar that sent shivers down my spine the monster charged. It was almost as tall as the ceiling (Twice as tall as me) and fatter than five men side by side; very thick indeed. The damn thing was definitely a monster capable of eradicating us, there was no doubt about it. It had a shiny sword on its baldric and a massive axe on its hands. But the way it licked its lips, only made my blood go cold. It wanted to eat us, and that was clear as purified water.
It came towards us with blazing speeds. Given the size, that was surprising. The pirate who was in front was cleaved in two horizontally in the first swing. Oh boy, he was powerful.
What? My blood froze. With just one swing? My sweet, sweet brain was going crazy and numb.
The monster stopped in its tracks and ate the pirate in a matter of minutes. We were too shocked to even move, let alone attack: were we just spectators? It finished crunching on the pirate's bones and then looked at us, with a grin. The damn thing knew its shit.
All the pirates were sweating, some were crying and some had even given up just by seeing that. Jowy was right. These morons had probably never seen the undead in their lives.
"Do-don't give up ye fool!" Gack screamed but to no avail.
Gack with a shivering hand, tried to attack the monster. His scimitar reached it. A clang resounded as the monsters casually brushed of Gacks attacks. The monster looked down on Gack and grinned. The color from his eyes drained, as though they were glass.
Gack was flung from the side and he ended up kissing the wall. Blood gushed out. The trend continued. It was clearing the pirates one by one. The first one was surely dead but the rest I wasn't too sure about.
"He's right. If we give up, we'll end up just like him," Jowy said.
Jowy was behind all of us shooting arrows. He was the only one who still had some sense left. This made some sense come back to the pirates, myself included. And they made a desperate attempt to escape.
The pirates who charged ahead ended up dead, being sliced in half by the massive axe: the ones that tried to escape were flung and crushed against the walls. It was a mortifying sight. One by one everyone was meeting the same fate. But instead of eating them right away, this monster licked its lips again and again. It was taunting and playing with us.
"Old man!"
"I know!"
The old man threw a gust of wind toward the monster. It had three eyes on its ugly face, and all three of them looked at us after some torsional movement. Its fangs were sticking out and the face wasn't even remotely humanoid. As though an oversized head was placed on the shoulder of a small-sized giant. Its nose was just like an animal's but the rest of the face resembled that of a demon's. There wasn't any skin on its face. So it looked more or less like an ugly mess of muscles.
But one thing was for certain… we definitely had its attention now.
It came toward us in a blink of an eye. I could barely unsheathe my sword when it swung its axe. The old man intercepted with his normal sword and the sword broke in two. But he was successful in dodging the attacks. That man really was skilled. Then the monster looked at me. I lost the track of all sorts and only looked ahead; my vision fixed at the monster.
I couldn't even see the monster's movement but my body somehow dodged the first blow. I fell on the ground with a minor graze. Compared to the pirate cut in half, this was definitely miles better.
"Daarc, the knife!" Jowy shouted.
I knew the knife could have been used against the undead but I just didn't get the chance to even bring it out.
The captain took the chance and got behind the monster. He, with his sword, charged. "Yarr!"
He thrust through the monster but he couldn't pierce through the armor. The monster's mouth widened, as though it was smiling.
"Oh, fuck!" The captain's eyes opened wide and it felt as though he'd given up. With a flip, the captain hit the wall on the other side. Squashed. Splashes of blood were apparent. The monster resumed its gaze on me.
I couldn't move. What is this? I couldn't move my muscles. It was as though my legs gave up, no my body had given up.
The monster was just too fast. The monster was coming towards me. It was like that one horror movie which you actually find scary but sadly for me, this was no movie. Before the monsters could swing its axe, the old man got behind it. HE sliced its back with the mystic blade.
Grawrrr! The monster screamed its lungs out. Did it even have lungs?
The sword in the old man's hand was shining. It was the same sword we found in the serpent's stomach; the mystic sword. But the old man was using two of his hands and he couldn't still keep the sword in air for long.
The monster threw its axe on the ground and it made a heavy clang. The rust from the axe met the dirt below. This thing must have been alive for at least a few thousand years. But even the mystic blade wasn't enough to kill it. But the monster looked severely weakened and got on its knees. The old was fast and that was good.
But things didn't go as well as he'd planned. The monster unsheathed its sword that was hidden in its baldric. Just how the hell could something like this exist? - That was the only question going through my brain.
Although the sword appeared normal it had a fine edge; so fine that almost anybody could mistake it for a brand new sword. It didn't look special but seemed to be better than most. It looked like a sharp new dull sword if that made sense.
The monster swung the sword over the old man's head. Though the sword was a normal-sized one, it wasn't even flinching at the massive monster's strength. The old man blocked the attack. But the strength of the monster was too great and he rolled on the ground to compensate. Skills weren't enough when met with immense raw strength.
Meanwhile, all I could do was watch. Yet again, I was playing spectator. But my legs wouldn't listen to me. my body wouldn't respond. I couldn't even unsheathe my sword yet. Just what the hell was going on?
There weren't any more shouts other than the old man's grunts and the monster's groans.. Jowy amassed the courage to shoot some arrows but the monster's armor made them look like mere toys.
With a roar that sent shivers down my spine the monster charged. It was almost as tall as the ceiling Twice as tall as me and fatter than five men side by side; very thick indeed. The damn thing was definitely a monster capable of eradicating us, there was no doubt about it. It had a shiny sword on its baldric and a massive axe on its hands. But the way it licked its lips, only made my blood go cold. It wanted to eat us, and that was clear as purified water. It came towards us with blazing speeds. Given the size, that was surprising. The pirate who was in front was cleaved in two horizontally in the first swing. Oh boy, he was powerful. What? My blood froze. With just one swing? My sweet, sweet brain was going crazy and numb. The monster stopped in its tracks and ate the pirate in a matter of minutes. We were too shocked to even move, let alone attack: were we just spectators? It finished crunching on the pirate's bones and then looked at us, with a grin. The damn thing knew its shit. All the pirates were sweating, some were crying and some had even given up just by seeing that. Jowy was right. These morons had probably never seen the undead in their lives. "Do-don't give up ye fool!" Gack screamed but to no avail. Gack with a shivering hand, tried to attack the monster. His scimitar reached it. A clang resounded as the monsters casually brushed of Gacks attacks. The monster looked down on Gack and grinned. The color from his eyes drained, as though they were glass. Gack was flung from the side and he ended up kissing the wall. Blood gushed out. The trend continued. It was clearing the pirates one by one. The first one was surely dead but the rest I wasn't too sure about. "He's right. If we give up, we'll end up just like him," Jowy said. Jowy was behind all of us shooting arrows. He was the only one who still had some sense left. This made some sense come back to the pirates, myself included. And they made a desperate attempt to escape. The pirates who charged ahead ended up dead, being sliced in half by the massive axe: the ones that tried to escape were flung and crushed against the walls. It was a mortifying sight. One by one everyone was meeting the same fate. But instead of eating them right away, this monster licked its lips again and again. It was taunting and playing with us. "Old man!" "I know!" The old man threw a gust of wind toward the monster. It had three eyes on its ugly face, and all three of them looked at us after some torsional movement. Its fangs were sticking out and the face wasn't even remotely humanoid. As though an oversized head was placed on the shoulder of a small-sized giant. Its nose was just like an animal's but the rest of the face resembled that of a demon's. There wasn't any skin on its face. So it looked more or less like an ugly mess of muscles. But one thing was for certain we definitely had its attention now. It came toward us in a blink of an eye. I could barely unsheathe my sword when it swung its axe. The old man intercepted with his normal sword and the sword broke in two. But he was successful in dodging the attacks. That man really was skilled. Then the monster looked at me. I lost the track of all sorts and only looked ahead; my vision fixed at the monster. I couldn't even see the monster's movement but my body somehow dodged the first blow. I fell on the ground with a minor graze. Compared to the pirate cut in half, this was definitely miles better. "Daarc, the knife!" Jowy shouted. I knew the knife could have been used against the undead but I just didn't get the chance to even bring it out. The captain took the chance and got behind the monster. He, with his sword, charged. "Yarr!" He thrust through the monster but he couldn't pierce through the armor. The monster's mouth widened, as though it was smiling. "Oh, fuck!" The captain's eyes opened wide and it felt as though he'd given up. With a flip, the captain hit the wall on the other side. Squashed. Splashes of blood were apparent. The monster resumed its gaze on me. I couldn't move. What is this? I couldn't move my muscles. It was as though my legs gave up, no my body had given up. The monster was just too fast. The monster was coming towards me. It was like that one horror movie which you actually find scary but sadly for me, this was no movie. Before the monsters could swing its axe, the old man got behind it. HE sliced its back with the mystic blade. Grawrrr! The monster screamed its lungs out. Did it even have lungs? The sword in the old man's hand was shining. It was the same sword we found in the serpent's stomach; the mystic sword. But the old man was using two of his hands and he couldn't still keep the sword in air for long. The monster threw its axe on the ground and it made a heavy clang. The rust from the axe met the dirt below. This thing must have been alive for at least a few thousand years. But even the mystic blade wasn't enough to kill it. But the monster looked severely weakened and got on its knees. The old was fast and that was good. But things didn't go as well as he'd planned. The monster unsheathed its sword that was hidden in its baldric. Just how the hell could something like this exist? - That was the only question going through my brain. Although the sword appeared normal it had a fine edge; so fine that almost anybody could mistake it for a brand new sword. It didn't look special but seemed to be better than most. It looked like a sharp new dull sword if that made sense. The monster swung the sword over the old man's head. Though the sword was a normal-sized one, it wasn't even flinching at the massive monster's strength. The old man blocked the attack. But the strength of the monster was too great and he rolled on the ground to compensate. Skills weren't enough when met with immense raw strength. Meanwhile, all I could do was watch. Yet again, I was playing spectator. But my legs wouldn't listen to me. my body wouldn't respond. I couldn't even unsheathe my sword yet. Just what the hell was going on? There weren't any more shouts other than the old man's grunts and the monster's groans.. Jowy amassed the courage to shoot some arrows but the monster's armor made them look like mere toys.
