Chapter 56 Fate Is Wicked... Even On Monsters Too

Chapter 56 Fate Is Wicked... Even On Monsters Too

Suddenly, Northern's eyes opened, jerking his whole body forward. Vissit novelbin(.)c.om for updates

'Crap! I slept!'

Who sleeps on a battle field.

Northern covered his face in the shame of his palm and stood up with shaky legs. He leaned on Mortal Blade for a few seconds and straightened his back.

The visage of the battle field was not any less cruel than it had been a few minutes... maybe hours ago before he slept.

More bodies, and stench of blood filled both the land and the air. Every nook and cranny of the forest was drenched in a wicked slaughter of both sides of the monsters.

It was sickening to take, his stomach churned and almost made him vomit but North swallowed the disgust and tried to look for the general of his enemy.

Then his eyes came to rest on an unpleasant scene.

Northern frowned, blue pupils shivering at what they saw.

Northern leaned forward, his face paled. He hurried forward, scrambling for the ground with each shaking movement of his legs, even almost falling.

With effort, he managed to end up falling before the kneeling hideous monster.

North looked at it, a tight contradicting frown contorting his facial features.

"No no no no..."

Looking behind the fallen hellion was a lifeless body of the horned muscular creature that had collided with him at the beginning of the battle.

Indeed, his death angel had managed to defeat the enemy's general... but at the cost of its own life...

It was not yet dead though. It was just weak. But with the gushing blood that spilled from several gashes on its body, it wouldn't last any more than a few tens breath.

And Northern could tell.

His hand hesitantly moved, hovered above the monster's shoulder... Northern bit his lips and lowered his hand to touch it.

He lowered his head.

Never did he think that a dying monster would hit him so much. It wasn't to the degree that he should cry but it still hurt.

But reality now intruded upon his reverie, shattering his illusions with cruel efficiency.

Even a tier I rift needed more than four walkers to be closed down. And here he was alone in what could be a tier IV rift.

It was impossible, he realized with a sinking heart.

There was no escape from this hellish nightmare, no reprieve from the relentless onslaught of the unknown.

Northern closed his eyes tightly as this truth sank deep into his soul.

'What do I do... what do I do... what do I do...'

"...what do I do?!!" He yelled.

The fallen hellion in front of him tried parted it mouth and tried to raise its head but could not.

Northern's eyes widened, something struck him belatedly.

'Wait... if I kill him... I will have the last kill and I can gain talents right?'

He felt disgusted at himself for thinking in such way.

'Crap! Its just a monster Northern get a grip!'

He opened his hand, summoning the steel dagger. After a couple of seconds, the dagger was completely manifested in his hold.

He raised his whole body, moved closer to his death angel and hugged it bitterly. Saying, with a deep frown.

"I'm sorry friend. You fought well."

He slipped the dagger into its belly making sure no monster would have caught a glimpse of it.

<You have killed a Hazard Hellion: Weldermorne>

<You have gained an item>

[You have slained a Hazard Hellion - Weldermorne]

[You have received +4 talent fragments]

For the first time... a kill did not feel so good.