A soldier crawled along the loopholes in a torn uniform.
"Sixty shins and three thighs are destroying the fortifications! Do not leave the position! We will die here, but we will not lose to the enemy: this is our last wall!"
There was an explosion. The soldiers were showered with ashes. The huge wall seemed to be about to collapse.
[ Supreme, please allow my essence to recover faster. ] The soldier took the crystal and began the absorption process together with his tired comrades, while about the same number of soldiers held the enemy.
"Shift! Get your asses up!"
"We're still..."
"Fastly!"
The young soldier gritted his teeth and replaced the eliminated one. The sight of him made the blood run cold: limp flesh, blackened skin, exuding the stench of a hundred corpses.
[ Shimare! Will it happen to me too?! O Supreme One. ] The soldier's knees were shaking, but he did not dare to run, defending the wall.
"Die! Do you think we are afraid of you? Become a shimare, you worthless aborash!"
Tears were streaming down the soldier's cheeks.
"I am Henry Kali, I will never run away! Do you hear?!"
The soldier broke into a woman's scream.
Henry spat stomach juice on the gathering cultivator. The enemy screamed and fell into the defensive ditch, where he broke like an egg.
"Who's next, huh?!"
The enemy cultivators have disappeared, the wall with the allies has also disappeared.
Chomp-chomp.
Young Henry looked around: he was standing in the middle of a shallow lake. The water reached only to the ankles.
"Shimare… Am I dead?! Am I really dead, shimare?!! Ugh-ugh-uuh!"
Henry took a couple of breaths to banish hafan and think more clearly.
"No, it's not like the World of the Dead."
Behind Henry, a figure rose from the water surface. A huge shadow covered the soldier.
"Shi-i-mar-r-r."
Water trickled down the reddish fingers, and five eyes plunged into Henry's soul with a glance.
"Oh, you stink of my old friends. Hee-hee! Pathetic little man, don't be afraid, it's just a bad dream! I, Yukimoru, promise to be more gentle, just tell me more about our mutual friend who is Another Phantom."
Yukimoru's claws wrapped around Henry. The soldier did not have time to cry out, as he was completely covered with a marrom fog.