Chapter 14
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Please note, the term black guy isn't a racist comment. Just a way of uniting my characters as one.
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Eric wasn't armed, his blade had been mercilessly melted to its original form, leaving him nothing to battle with.
"Hey kid, since you don't cherish your life, then go to hell" the guy blustered, seemingly augmented by the wind, he dashed with astonishing speed, weaving the dull luster saber in his hand at him.
But unfortunately, Eric was having none of it. Focusing his gaze, everything appeared to slow down , the black guy's speed seemed a bit like that of a normal human would.
Eric then smiled coldly…
" Is that all you've got?" he smirked, without waiting for a reply, he dashed in a similar manner, making the most crude but creative killing finger gesture, a clutch, and striking towards the guy's throat.
While the guy was reveling in the feeling of death, his eyes bulging wide, Eric appeared before another in a flash. The guy stared in horror, wanting to retreat, but Eric didn't give him a chance to, and grabbed at the guy's throat.
The next scene was an extremely gruesome sight to behold.
Grabbing the man's throat with a single push , he ripped it out. He didn't slice it with his hands, he plugged it out like the way you would unplug a fruit from the tree.
Eric drew it out, separating the throat from the body with ripped mangled flesh and intestines from the stomach.
Eric wasn't fazed, for unknown reasons he had no qualms about killing his enemies in the most bloody way ever despite this being his first time.
For the first time also, he had let go of the frustrating emotions held inside him through the years, coming out from the very depth of his heart, even though he couldn't understand why.
Years of suffocation, loneliness and anger, many more incomprehensible emotions, but the most wonderful feeling that reigned over them was the relief of ripping the lives of people that wanted to take his… but this feelings didn't reign for long, his eyes quickly regained clarity out of his bloodlust state, his emotional trance broken by the stammering voice beside him.
"You... you... you... What did you do to black face?" the earlier guy who was laughing with black face asked, with fear and terror in his voice while pointing at Eric.
Eric turned his head and coldly stared at the cohort, petrifying them as everywhere turned silent an instant later. Except for the gurgling sound of blood spurting.
Then glancing at his hands, he casted a brief observing look at the bloody hose with curling flesh, dripping with blood, in his hand.
Thud! The atmosphere was finally broken…
Everyone woke up from their daze, the captain especially also looked in surprise before his face darkened and clenched with intent to kill.
"You dare kill a member of my squad?"
"Hahahahahahaha" laughing with a contorted face full of anger.
"Since you dare, you'll die today!"
" Attack!"
Although the already dead black guy was using wind abilities, the reason they were called the Dino squad was because they specialized in using Flame abilities.
Gazing at his attackers, Eric clenched his fist, activating his physical strength, as hardened scales formed from his flesh replaced his skin.
'Dragon scales… or fish scales?' noticing the transformed texture of his skin, Eric thought, feeling that his physical prowess had doubled, even more so to his defense. His guts told him so.
Surprised, shocked? Eric didn't know what to feel at this, he had more of them during the past few days than he had since he was born.
Too bad, he was in the middle of a confrontation…
Looking at the attack salvo coming at him, with mostly orange and yellow glow, Eric couldn't help letting out a sneer. These guys were clearly playing with fire before him. Whilst not knowing that with his awakened Fire ability was top-notch enough to grant him immunity to theirs.
Still his gaze, Eric stood there as their skills bombarded him. Trusting his guts.
Meanwhile, the Dino squads, especially the Captain all let out smirks.. This was their all-out attack and one of their tricks to sneak attack both monsters and humans alike in the Wild, especially when they robbed hunts from other Mystics, making them very notorious.
There was a rumor they had even killed a Low Silver Rank Mystic, who wasn't prepared due to his arrogance.
But sadly, it was Eric they encountered this time, and hell was bound to be their destination.
Their attacks collided with Eric as he was set up in flames.
But instead of hearing a horrible scream or seeing a dismembered corpse…
Eric wasn't fazed a little bit by the attacks, standing straight, he activated his Everlasting Flames ability for the first time.
Looking like a Ghost Rider, his body was covered in flames…
"Ah!" Someone yelled in surprise and pointed at the flaming Eric, who looked like Heatblast, with flaming hair like that of Ghost Rider who had come to reality and come to take them to hell.
Before they could react, Eric dashed forward like a death god. Grapping the arm that was just raised against him, he ripped it off its socket, a blood-curdling scream spreading through the forest.
As if fueled by the blood, the flame quickly spread through the guy's body, turning blue, and within a breath, he was already wasted, his corpse dropped to the ground, the blue flame seemed to absorb every drop of blood and vitality within his body.
Shocked, the others quickly stepped back, staring at Eric with horror.
'Which kind of monster did we provoke' the Captain thought, taking two steps back , as he stared at his doom.
"Please Sir"
"Forgive us" said the one who brought up the conversation about the girl, Catcher, with slight hope in his heart as he begged the youth, Eric.
But Eric was having none of it, he was in a stuporous state.
Just now, if he had been weaker, he would have died, and they would be laughing at his corpse right now.
He didn't bother listening to their words, his cold detached eyes seemingly locking contact with their soul.
"Run!"
The guy said not waiting for their Captain to give command.
But where to?...
He turned back, but Eric was already there, his arm striked towards his head.
Spurt!
The guy's head combusted with flames, and the air was quickly dyed red, like a red spray was sprayed.
"You'll all die here"
Hearing the gloomy voice, that sounded like Grim Reaper's death sentence, they almost peed their pants.
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Meanwhile, earlier when he faced the evo of attacks, a spell had popped up in the air just as he transformed into a fire man, a result of activating his ability.
Spell: FLAME ZONE
Description: A domain type spell used to suppress or kill a large group, it doesn't have a rank because it can grow exponentially and infinitely.