Chapter 60 60. Gazel’s Sword: The Abyss Demands Blood. [2]

[Alternate title: <Penalty: "Death.">]

[Disclaimer: Blood here, blood there, blood everywhere so, read wisely.]

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Inside the crimson-black abyss, streams of blood collectively formed a river of blood, and the rotten smell of flesh was spread all across the place.

Previously, the monsters turned into dust after getting killed, but this time, their bodies remained on the ground and a gruesome scene unfolded.

Their throats were slit, bodies were torn, making it hard to breathe, due to which the monsters died of suffocation.

In the midst of all of this, a demon, who was the cause of such a bloodied river, fought relentlessly with hundreds of ferocious monsters.

Slash! Slash! Spurt!

"Awooo!"

His hands were dyed red.

Blood dripped from his claws. With his every strike, the blood of his enemies splashed on his body.

Although he had high healing ability and pain resistance, he wasn't unscathed. The deep gashes and bruises on his body were proof of his hard work.

And his surroundings? It was a bloody bath.

Unlike the time when he stood arrogantly and killed whoever attacked him with a single strike, this time he fought like his life was on the line.

The reason? It was not a hallucination.

"Argh!" Logan groaned in pain as a hawk attacked him with its iron beak.

He had earlier concluded that this was some kind of illusion and he won't feel any real pain. But he was miserably wrong.

There was no pain in the first few attacks he received, both because of his weak opponents and having high resistance as a demon.

But he had to face the harsh reality sooner than expected.

"Argh! Fuck you! Keep your *slash* damn claws to yourself!" He slit the throat and the claws of another cheetah, that sneak attacked him from behind.

"Meooow-" The cheetah cried in pain and died a miserable death, gasping for air.

Fighting multiple monsters at the same time was not a problem to Logan, he was the fourth circle after all.

However, fighting multiple alpha monsters at the same time? It was a BIG problem.

Even if Logan was at the fourth circle, his perception in battles was nowhere near these natural predators.

Not only that, but he also had to fight them with his claws as his only main weapon.

He needed something more, but alas.

"Huff… fuck!" Logan was cursing from time to time as the monsters were overpowering him.

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Several hours passed which felt like an eternity to Logan.

He fought with monsters without any break but the tides kept coming one after another.

Even if his fatigue was accumulating, he had to face those unending tides.

At this moment, Logan was nothing less than a beast himself.

He used his wings, horns, claws, and fangs to cut any monster that attacked him. Anything that could harm his enemies, he used it.

He was fighting with beastlike instincts.

Roar! A dinosaur-like monster roared at Logan as if challenging him.

"Aaaaa!" Logan gave a beasty roar in response.

Slowly but surely, Logan was getting into it.

He was a demon, yet he had a rational mind to scheme plans. But after slaying those beasts several times and living in this bloody hell, he was losing that rationality and was turning into a beast as well.

Slash! Spurt!

Logan was slaying the monsters relentlessly.

"Huff... huff... COME AT ME! Aaaaa!" He was beating his chest like a gorilla and challenging any and every beast.

He was covered in the blood of various monsters, and his own blood was mixed in as well.

The only things that kept him alive were his high-healing injuries and his demon core. Not to mention his determination to survive.

*Tremble* *Tremble*

Suddenly, the monsters stopped abruptly and started trembling while looking in a particular direction.

"Grrr..." Logan also stopped and growled.

For some reason, his instincts were also heightened.

He raised his head and looked in the same direction with a serious face.

'Danger!' He felt a shiver run down his spine because of the incoming calamity from far away.

"Awooo!"

"Growl!"

"Iiiiinnn!"

Every monster and their respective packs started running away.

Just as happened earlier when the black dragon showed up.

"Fuck..." Logan cursed again.

A figure similar to the dragon, but smaller; flapping its bat-like wings, was flying at a terrifying speed.

"Kreeee!" Unlike the prideful dragons who ignored the weak, it was killing any and every beast in its way.

"Awoo- *Munch*"

*Gulp*

"Kreee!"

It tore their skin with its sharp claws, crushed them under its bat-like wings, and sounded like a vulture, but it wasn't.

Like a hungry beast, it attacked and filled its stomach with the smaller monsters.

It was a Wyvern, a creature that wasn't evolved like dragons. It was a half-blood dragon. A mud-blood according to dragons.

"Kreeee!" But its strength was on par with that of a newborn dragon.

All monsters ran for their lives, except for Logan, who stood there and looked at the Wyvern, unfazed.

His body was drenched with cold sweat and warm blood.

He had no choice but to face this monster because he received a notification.

<Ding!>

<Defeat the Wyvern to get the approval of Gazel's sword as its sword master.>

<Time limit: 1 hour.>

<Reward: Approval of Gazel's sword and recognition as its master.

Unlock the conditions for (Level 3) upgrade.>

Logan's eyes were fixated on the blue screen, and his face suddenly turned pale when he read the next line.

<Penalty for failure: Death of the host.

(Since the host has provoked someone he shouldn't provoke, the conditions are altered)>

Logan felt his world turn upside down.

He had to kill an opponent this strong, within one hour and that monster was something he couldn't even gauge the strength of. Not to mention how tired he was.

Even with his [Eyes of Incubus] he couldn't gauge the Wyvern's strength.

This couldn't happen unless the Wyvern was a whole circle above him,

"It is at the fifth circle," Logan concluded.

"Kreeee!" The Wyvern looked at Logan and shouted while sticking its tongue out, like a lizard.

"Huh?" Logan was a demon, blessed by the knowledge of every language, he felt humiliated when he heard the Wyvern.

"I don't want to hear that from a mud-blood like you," He tilted his head and said with a mocking smile filled with disdain.

"Kreee!" Spreading its wings wide, the Wyvern stared at Logan with bloodshot eyes.

Hearing Logan called it "mud-blood", the Wyvern left the prey it had caught in its claws and directed its rage at Logan.

Two predators stared at each other, but none of them made the first move.

On one hand was the creature of darkness, a demon. From his head to his tow, Logan was drenched in blood. Tired, and exhausted, still he stood arrogantly.

Earlier he even drank some of the blood to satiate his thirst, so he had blood dripping from his mouth as well. His appearance could give nightmares to any normal person.

On the other hand was the creature only second to the apex predator, a Wyvern.

It had its claws drenched in the blood of monsters it had devoured earlier to satiate its hunger. Its wings were spread and it bared its fangs at Logan.

Its enraged eyes were locked on Logan.

"Grrr..." Logan growled and slowly put on an aggressive stance, but none of them moved.

It was only after a couple of minutes that both of them made the first move at the same time and shot at each other.

"Kreeee!" The Wyvern let out a warcry and flapped its wings.

For his first attack, Logan conjured all of his strength for a punch and punched the chest, aiming for the heart of the Wyvern.

Boom!

When his punch landed on the Wyvern, a ripple formed in the air. Followed by a "Pang!"

As if he had hit a metal surface, a sound reverberated all across the field. The scales of that Wyvern were hard to break, even for someone like Logan.

"Shit..." Logan cursed out loud and looked up, only to find out the wide open mouth of the Wyvern and a small light in his throat.

"Grahhh!" Catching this opportunity, the Wyvern shot a scorching fireball toward Logan.

Because of this unexpected move and how close he was to the Wyvern, Logan dodged the fire with only a margin of thin hair but was immediately got caught in the Wyvern's trap.

Boom! ... Bam!

"Argh!" Logan cried in pain as he was mercilessly tossed away, and trashed on the ground, by the sheer strength of the Wyvern's wings.

"Ugh!" Logan puked some blood as he tried to stand up.

With wobbly legs, he again put on an aggressive stance.

It was the first time after coming to this world that he felt so miserable and weak. His stamina was decreasing at an alarming rate, but he had no other option.

He slapped his face to remain conscious.

Logan looked at his claws, because of the earlier punch, his claws were broken and so were his bones.

His broken bones ached his body to no end as he tried to get up.

He regretted his decision to provoke that dragon and the master of this realm. But now was not the time since the milk was already spilled, so he decided to fight till the end.

It was then that he remembered something.

'Magic!' His face brightened a little.

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