165 Chapter 165

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" a pig squealed that denoted for my quest's completion.

This led me to calmly retrace my steps downstairs as the second floor of the house was indiscriminately devoured by greedy ravenous flames.

This much light would serve as a beckon for those who sought further revenge from the night and at the same time,

it was also a fiery intimidation to the monsters that may otherwise wonder near the sanctity of the tribe. All in all, this much was a win for me since there would be more ant extinguishing tonight.

I shall slaughter until those who knew me would forget what i initially was and those who did not, well...

i would only be too happy to introduce myself even if that was the last thing that my enemies see of their lifetimes. I smiled as i was once more primed for the kill.

"What's a grandiose night this has become." i greeted towards the surrounding people the moment i exited the burning building.

These were not all wood in fact but also the freshly donated offerings unto the god of death himself.

The familiar stench of charred flesh made itself known in time and it has only triggered the blood lust in my veins. This was the smell of war. But more than that, it was the sign of conquest.

"Greetings, Tribe Chief! To what do i owe the honor of your attendance in this busy hot evening?" i asked towards a middle aged man at the center of the congregation of people.

He had long been waiting here and did nothing. A prudent man indeed!

"What has become of you, Leo?" the old man addressed me by name and not my usual designation as a runner of the tribe. It has been ages since i last heard of my name spoken on the lips of another.

It has not brought warmth but only furthered the hatred that was already inside of me.

Who was i?

I was the great son of valiant warriors that faced monsters and preyed upon these animals' flesh for sustenance and strength.

But after the tragedy, i had become nothing. Even worse than the mud on the soles of my tribe men's boots. Yet now, this old goat has a change of heart to say my name?

What a farcical jest!

"KILL!" the half part of me roared in pain and defiance. But that was the foolish side of course and the portion which i completely ignored.

What would that accomplish? NOTHING!

In this case, it was better to showcase power to daunt the adventurous and cower the dreamers into submission before me. This man was ultimately my soon to be father in law after all.

Within seconds, i focused my eyes on the wonderfully sculpted woman behind the old man's body.

My first bitch in this world.

"That is not my name, old man. Call me Bunny instead." i corrected and grinned widely towards my father in law.

"Your n..." the Tribe Chief did not finish his words because a worm interfered in the middle of his speech.

"MURDERER!"

"KILL THAT FUCKING DEMON!"

"BOINK!" and i rewarded the instigator with a taste of his own medicine. Same as his unwanted interruption, i had also paid a swift price which earned me a flying head in its conclusion.

There was a momentary pause where everyone tried to process what had happened exactly.

But within the proceeding breaths, a series of motions launched itself one after another that even the respected Head of the Tribe could not delay nor halt in its entirety.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" the old man's roar shattered the stalemate of two parties but the situation at that time was already beyond redemption.

Arrows flew and long swords were freed from their partnered scabbards. There was violence in the wind and it would take a raging typhoon to contain the anger of the masses.

Unfortunately for them, i had come here with a storm in tow.

"FLASH!" my cards traversed parallel the unhinged arrows and unto the masters that released such a volley of instant death sentence.

All along, i danced in the night, fully showcasing a different kind of sutra for killing. Three arrows were dodged by me but the same could not be said to those hapless archers.

"RUNNNNNNNNNNN!" the ordinary people of the tribe knew that the negotiations has broken down after four decapitated forms on the ground and so they did what they were best at.

"RUN!" i did not mind such peasants because i was also fully occupied at the moment. My movements were erratic since for all intents and purposes, i was surrounded in all sides.

Thus, i had no choice but to let my slaughter resonate in my dance. From the numerous crowd, 20 easily toppled in mere moments.

There was one warrior who saved a child in my path of rampage and exchanged his head in the process.

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A rare hero swiftly forgotten.

Nevertheless, it was his luck to find salvation amidst my tool's deadly accuracy.

"37." i counted my victims wordlessly but in the tight encirclement of hundreds of enraged men and women in arms, such minuscule pickings were negligible to my eyes.

Still, this number was only just the beginning. Seeing their friends fall before them, reason was the least of these warriors' faculties at the moment.

And so they charged, believing they were superior until a fast rotating object sliced the weakest parts of their neck up to prove them otherwise. Alas, it was also the last mistake they made in their lives.

"STOOOOOOOOOOOP!" a booming voice coated the ambiance of battle with its unwanted noise.

This was the old man of course. His eyes bled in fury as he reconciled with the loss of his able men and women around me.

Not less than a hundred were gutted like fish out of the water, helpless and away from their natural terrain of survival.

Some believed themselves to be wise and crept their slimy bodies behind me to struck a fatal blow but that has only ended in their demise.

The same conclusion were seen to those cowardly archers in the distance that were retaliated closely by the indiscriminate salvos of my answer.

No one who raised their fist against me lived to do such actions again. Perhaps only a single person has that privilege tonight.

I would have loved to slaughter more of these blinded sheep but since my father in law has paid his lungs' worth to the occasion, i has not the heart to ignore his plea at all.

That was of course if these stupid and suicidal dogs follow the command of their leader.

"DO YOU ALL WANT TO DIE A MEANINGLESS DEATH?!" the old man's cry echoed in absolute supremacy.

It even rose above the death mantras of the gathered muscle head as both tears and vengeance for their fallen comrades had already blinded them to certain death in my hands.

These people may be stupid but they were never pussies.

Not at all.

In an existence where they were akin to livestock and would be literally eaten if defeated, this kind of world has breed resolute heroes and only a few cowards.

After all, they were practically living alongside the very predators that would devour them for dinner if fate called for it to happen.

Neighbors, both hunter and food, this unbreakable law of the land could not have been more clearer to the people of Tavion Tribe. As such, these crawling worms has gotten a bit of my respect in that front.

"IF YOU WANT TO DIE THAT BADLY, COME HERE AND I WILL FULFILL YOUR WISHES MYSELF!" the Tribe Chief added and his the large veins on his neck emphasized its roots with the effort.

His face was akin to weeping devil. One that i could not recognize anymore from the last conversation we had, not more than 10 minutes prior. Everyone became frozen statues around me.

No sound came but the ragged breathing of men and their counterparts.

Finally, some sense unto the empty skulls of these lost souls.

"What do you want... Bunny?!" the old man asked, uttering the last word with clenched gnashing teeth. His face had turned swollen by now and his right eye closed prematurely in its sleep.

This was of course a courtesy of his son in law because killing this old lad would indeed sow irreconcilable discord between me and Erza.

So in the end, a few slaps here and there and a wisely timed punch that almost hooked an eye in the process was all i did to the old man. As i said, it was courtesy and i paid my dues well where they belong.

"A group of stinking bastards are going to visit the tribe later tonight. I trust that you and these courageous men would be able to scare them away for me."

i said which was promptly answered by a curt nod. This was good because I'm tired of killing chickens already. I smiled and eased my way back towards my humble hut.

But before i could breach away from speaking distance with my father in law, i delivered an additional task for the old man.

"Isn't it high time for me and my bride to get to know each other a little bit more?" i asked with laughter in my voice and got no response for my effort.

"Make it happen tonight." i added and this time, no mirth could be heard on my words.

Only the promise of doom that was a hundred times worse than the mindless monsters around the tribe replaced my recent cordiality.

I resumed my walked and a sea of ants parted to make way for their subjugator.

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