Chapter 678 Our Escape

Chapter 678 Our Escape

Blood bathed the earth in all directions from Perseus's empty neck.

It gushed and poured out of his neck like a volcano letting lose its content. The body, now empty of a neck staggard a bit to the left and right, but before it could even fall, two other creatures, one aiming for his legs and the other for his upper body dived on him together, finishing the process.

Perseus's body was ripped into little pieces.

"NO!" father Black screamed in annoyance as he immediately gave one of the dogs that he commanded an order to self destroy.

*BOOM!*

Everything in that area went up in smoke. As limbs and guts of the undead creatures scattered everywhere. The chapters is up by N0vEI__bin

The battle raged on relentlessly, a desperate struggle for survival against the seemingly endless undead horde.

The loss of Perseus, a valiant fighter, at the hands of the enemy only fueled the determination of the remaining defenders. They fought with a mix of rage, sorrow, and an unyielding resolve to protect their home.

However, the reality of the battle quickly dampened their initial rush. The undead, relentless and seemingly impervious to fear or pain, were a different kind of enemy. The werewolves' strength in unity, which had always been their greatest asset, seemed almost futile against the overwhelming numbers and the unyielding advance of the undead. Many werewolves fell before they could even realize what hit them, their howls of pain and rage a somber melody amidst the chaos.

Father Black, witnessing the valiant but struggling efforts of the werewolves, felt a pang of despair. The battle was turning into a massacre, and he could see the futility of continuing the fight. But he wasn't a man to give up easily. He had always known that in a situation as dire as this, a backup plan was not just an option, but a necessity.

His foresight had led to the creation of portals, gateways to a safer plane, prepared by the werewolves who possessed the knowledge and magic to create them.

These portals were their escape route, a chance for survival in the face of certain doom. As the battle raged, Father Black gave the signal, and the portals were activated, their swirling energy a beacon of hope.

Simultaneously, helicopters and other flying vehicles were readied, offering another means of escape for those who could reach them. The air was filled with the sound of their engines, a promise of safety for those who could make it aboard.

The civilians, caught between the terror of the undead and the prospect of escape, rushed towards the portals and the waiting vehicles. It was a desperate, chaotic scramble for survival. Families clutched each other's hands, trying not to be separated in the turmoil. The wounded were helped or carried by those still strong enough to assist them.

Father Black, overseeing the evacuation, directed the flow of people, his voice a steady command amidst the pandemonium. He knew not everyone would make it, but every life saved was a victory against the darkness.

As the citizens of Glenn's territory made their escape, the air was filled with a mixture of relief and mourning. Relief for those who had found safety, and mourning for the home and the lives they left behind.

The battle against the undead continued, the defenders fighting to hold them back long enough for as many as possible to escape.

The territory, once a place of refuge and community, was now a battlefield, a site of loss and desperation. But even in the darkest of times, there was still hope, still a chance for a future, as long as they kept fighting, kept moving towards the light.

(Author's note: Wow, without Lenny, the hardwork is falling apart and it is falling apart fast)