Rivers of Blood (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"Whose son are you?"

"My dad's!"

"And is your dad good to you?"

"Dad's the best."

This man, who had been cautious and meticulous for most of his life, left this world with longing for his son, reluctance for his wife, and attachment to this world. Blood poured rapidly from the large hole in his neck, and he was no more.

"Uncle Baki!!!!!!!!! "

Havent, who was confronting the black smoke Wind Wolf on the car roof, heard Paimon's cry and quickly turned his head. He saw that the captain, who was always smiling, was lying motionless in a pool of blood.

"Damn it."

Looking at Captain Baki lying on the ground, Havent felt a pang of regret. He should have practiced his moves when he escaped earlier. After the Baiman City battle last time, he had slept for two whole days and woken up with a splitting headache. Havent instinctively resisted this situation.

But it was too late to regret it now. Looking at the defensive line below that had already descended into chaos, he had to quickly deal with the Wind Wolf in front of him and go down to help, otherwise the Gale Mercenary Group would be finished.

With that thought, the ring on Havent's right hand flashed, and a scroll appeared in his hand. As Havent poured his magic into it, the scroll quickly burned, forming a fireball the size of a watermelon.

With a thought, the fireball instantly flew in front of the black smoke Wind Wolf.

With a loud explosion, the Wind Wolf, which had been lying on the car roof preparing to attack, was instantly blown into a pile of bloody debris.

Without caring about the Fireball scroll, which was worth 3 gold coins, Havent jumped directly from the car roof to join the battle below.

With a wolf's howl that pierced the clouds, the black smoke enveloping Death's Howl exploded and scattered. The powerful airflow blew Wells and the others seven or eight meters away. When everyone struggled to their feet and looked, they were so shocked by the scene that they couldn't speak.

Death's Howl, whose fur was originally snow-white, had changed drastically. All its fur had fallen off, revealing black skin. A large number of bone spurs had grown on its back. Its originally scarlet eyes were now like two burning lava, and faint black smoke emanated from its body, making everyone swallow nervously.

Seeing the suddenly changed Death's Howl, everyone was stunned on the spot, not knowing what to do.

However, Death's Howl, whose brain had been dominated by killing, didn't care about that. The most primitive desire to kill made it want to destroy everything alive in front of it. Its muscles tensed, and in an instant, it appeared before a mercenary and bit down, accompanied by a bone-cracking sound that made one's teeth ache.

Death's Howl raised its head, chewed a few times, swallowed the upper half of the mercenary's body, and then turned to look at the remaining people.

Looking at the terrifying giant wolf, Wells felt his throat dry. After swallowing twice, he roared hoarsely:

"Attack, everyone attack together, or we will all die here today!"

Following Wells's roar, the remaining people seemed to snap out of their daze. They roared and, with fearful expressions, charged at the giant wolf.

Facing the mercenaries rushing towards it, Death's Howl opened its mouth slightly, and a black energy ball quickly formed and shot towards Batila.

Batila only had time to raise his tower shield before the energy ball reached him.

With a "thump," Batila was blown seven or eight meters away. The tower shield that blocked the black energy ball had several huge cracks, and Batila was pinned by the shield, his life unknown.

Seeing Batila being blown away, Aka gritted his teeth, knowing he couldn't escape. He activated his battle qi again, and blood flowed from his ears and eyes. The Berserker's Rage, strengthened by consuming his life, made Aka feel that he possessed unparalleled strength.

After unleashing two sword energy cross slashes towards Death's Howl, he took a few running steps and leaped high into the air.

On the other side, without time to grieve for his fallen subordinates, Wells gathered all his battle qi into his single-handed shield and charged at Death's Howl like a speeding truck.

Facing the incoming sword energy cross slash, Death's Howl gathered another energy ball and fired it. The two collided and exploded. Then, it raised its head, looked at Aka, who was mid-air, and swiped with its wolf claws like swatting a fly, slamming Aka to the ground.

As for Wells, who was charging with all his might, he hit the wolf with no effect and was sent flying by a sweep of its tail. Feeling the impact on his side, Death's Howl turned and looked at Wells, opened its mouth, and bit down towards him.

"Ah! Fight! Live to die!"

Aka, who had been slammed to the ground by Death's Howl, roared and stood up. The Berserker's Blood made Aka temporarily forget the pain. He raised his two-handed sword and stabbed it towards the giant wolf's heart. Instantly, a large amount of black, viscous blood splattered all over Aka.

Death's Howl, in pain, let out a scream and swatted Aka to the ground with a claw, then bit down on the roaring berserker.

"Aka!"

Wells's right leg was bent sideways by Death's Howl's tail. Lying on the ground, he witnessed Aka being bitten in half, blood rapidly flowing from the wolf's mouth. Death's Howl, having swallowed Aka, turned its head to look at Wells.

Seeing the giant wolf walking towards him, Wells, unable to stand up, lay on the ground calmly awaiting his death. As Death's Howl approached, Wells's mind suddenly recalled the words of an old undertaker he had met before:

"Before death, time slows down, and you will quickly recall all the events of your life, the good, the bad, and the in-between."

Memories surged like a tide. When he was young, Wells, who followed his father to herd sheep, saw a mercenary team hired to deal with a wolf infestation in the village one day. Their swift movements and handsome armor showed the young Wells, who spent his days with sheep, a new world.

When the mercenaries requested a guide, the usually timid Wells volunteered. His father couldn't dissuade him at the time. After witnessing the mercenaries kill dozens of wild wolves, young Wells decided that he wanted to be like them in the future.

Thus, despite his father's objections, young Wells left the village with the mercenaries, killing beasts, bandits, and people. After killing too many lives, the aging Wells realized that he didn't want to be that kind of person at all. Perhaps he shouldn't have left the village; herding sheep was quite good.

Paimon, run! Run fast! Run as far as you can, go back to the village and be a shepherd. Just being alive is good!

Feeling the light in front of him growing brighter and brighter, was this what death looked like? Would Tempus accept someone like him...

A thunderclap sounded.

Death's Howl, with its mouth wide open, ready to kill, was blasted away.