Chapter 156 - Thirst

A wave of aroma occupied the whole area, the demi-human was so scared and he sees it, he knew what is this, this is the virus called pheromone of death, the life-force of women or men, level 1 to 100 any kind of being who has a life that is exposed to this will succumb to lust and will slowly die, due to being absorbed by hella.

If those beings who could not resist will surely die, they will die without them even knowing, and now…

Flop!

Jomel on the other hand didn't make it in time, he flops down to the ground, he is clutching his stomach with a painful expression on his face.

'Oh, noh..!' The demi-human showed a terrified look on his face, sunfang is one of the mighty mythical beasts of his canine race, he cannot die here! He panicked and was about to open his capsule when…

Jomel who was lying on the floor is now standing up mightily, his form was on the completely different half state form, the demi-human elder who was looking at jomel now saw in the past. This time, however, it was so mighty looking and extremely dangerous, the killing intent was so deep and high! Even he, a level 100 elder due to the limit of lower realm one was terrified!

This is how mighty sunfang is, he saw its video all these following years, killing billions of soul-beasts that are on the same level as him, most of them are even higher level than him, even with immunity if he, was the one who was thrown in there, he'd be dead in just two or three days.

Because even though he is in a type advantage, there are a lot of them that can hurt him, different kinds of attacks and abilities, because most of the specter beings inside are all dual types. So him being there, would become a portion of food.

But this monster sunfang manages to wipe them all out, just how much power is the…? and what are his abilities…? They tried to analyze sunfang every time but, all he does are barbarian styles of fighting, simple, fast, and brutal, but effective.

Their conjecture is hatred. Hatred towards soul is the one that powers up sunfang, just how much hatred he felt to those specter beings!? They never got that answer even to this day when sunfang is done killing and eating all those specter beings, but they know that sunfang is the nemesis of specter beasts.

Roar!

Jomel roared at the top of his lungs, or is it him…?

When the wave of aroma was smelled by him, he is not cursed or something, he was unaffected to it, but deep down the hunger, no! the thirst he felt was so irresistible, he can't help it, this is what he is looking for, the aroma or the pheromone like a fairy was like cold water in a desert for him.

That's why he was knocked out, he is feeling so thirsty, and now waking up, he noticed that he is not the one who was using his body, it was motus, a raging motus who was also feeling the same, he knew that motus is feeling the same because their soul is connected.

They are one!

So when Motus roared! It was also him who roared at the top of his lungs, it scared out of the demi-human elder who was inside a capsule, and at the same time, he was amazed! He was also curious about what is jomel or sun fans going to do next because he seems unaffected by the curse.

At that moment the demi-human elder thought of that.

Motus sniffs!

The fur of Motus stands up and his mouth was salivating, opening his arms wide, he also opened his menacing jaw! The demi-human eyes shined 'this is the very magnificent, a sight to behold' he thought, he saw a lot of beautiful things, and this scene at this moment is one of them.

It funny, to think that the demi-human elder is crying and terrified earlier, and now he is like this, truly funny.

When Jomel or Motus opened his mouth, the aroma on the area was concentrating towards his direction. Wooosh… all those aromas in the area are all being devoured like a pool or kitchen sink that are being flushed.

One minute…

Two…

Three…

…

…

Ten minutes and all those aromas in the area are being absorbed by him, making everyone and especially the demi-human elder delighted, but jomel on the other hand is still unsatisfied, he needs to find the source so that his thirst will be quench! He poured all his energy just to speak to the raging motus.

"MAKE SURE NO FOLLOWS ME…! INCLUDING MY BROTHERS…!"

Bam!!

Kash!!

Swoon!!

He readied himself and sprinted like a wild beast, where the ground crackles on his departure alone. He ignored everyone he sees, he is coming towards hell prison or so what they call it is, till he saw the entrance down to that place.

Hurriedly, Jomel runs down to the source of that extremely delicious food for him, for other it is a curse but for him, this is pure pixie energy with evil intent, and it is extremely delicious for him, like a glass of cold milk in a summer day, he could drink this thing every day, and no one can beat his cold milk including different kinds of desert.

Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!

Motus keeps roaring due to the excitement he is feeling, his movements are pretty berserk but solid, and he had a face of a scary wild animal who is desperate for something, even jomel cannot fathom what it is because this is not hunger.

But a thirst is different from what he felt in the past, in the past in that endless fight, Motus had a desire to devour everything but now, Jomel is questioning what kind of thirst is this because he felt like Motus was in extreme heat.