*Crrr*
*Screech!*
A wet and sloppy gorging sound that soon followed by silence afterward,
The Slayer gaining advantage from skulking the shadows - with each green-blood Siren slained,
The realization gained from the insightful 'Leviathan' only further his admiration for the nameless existence.
With every ink on the map - seemingly with precision and astute influence of miracle.
The enemy was there, awaiting in the dark to the Slayer's barbarous strike to the core of its body or their scale skullcaps -
Shattered into grinded sashimi is fated for their ignorance of the vengance that were bent on causing catalysmic end for their transgression.
The one who cause all of this - the corruptor and the fake 'god' were merely observing and beguile by his newfound successful evaluation.
**
'Damn, he's doing work. I'm just freeloading off this profiting trip.'
Aldritch remarked while passing the time by observing the hunting massacre,
The premise would be akin to that old movie about an other-worldly alien hunting group of soldiers.
But nevertheless he discovered two things about his so-called F- ability,
As long his mana never exhausted, he is capable of pretty much scouting ahead at any time like a surveillance camera.
Even so - in practical situation when he's not in this immeasurable mana regeneration form, he can't reliably use it more than once.
But this gave him some experience and insight onto his ability which is necessary in his current level,
To master his skills will be an invaluable crutch that give him an edge over his enemies in the future.
Ah right, the second fact - as long he have some semblance of knowledge about the 'area' emiting the surveillance,
I won't be needing the exact location and my vision will be placed randomly in around that vircinity.
All right, that's enough of the self reflection - apparently as if the Slayer had heard me, he put an axe into the skull of that last oblivious and petrified siren,
Which cause by the glowing luminescence tree to be evaporated by a curious technique by their hunter, which made them an easy prey after a couple screeching and chopping.
in the wake of massacring of a siren hideout - it appear that our rescue mission wasn't completed, the target wasn't in this cave.
You know, it not at all unusual considering their camp looks to be just a small base with a couple buildings from place to place, it looks more like an orc base from a strategy game i've tried in my past life - in all fairness.
At any rate, The Slayer was striding toward me with a map in his grasp - whom he offered to me face-to-face like an unfliching man with no comprimise.
I suppose i was reliable enough for him to straight up give me the maps? Not that i'm complaining - it made my work easier actually.
Maybe it became so effective, i should rename it to 'Eldritch Vision' cause it's european sounding right?
Okay, i admit that was lame but that should indicate the trust we have going for us now.
As a result of that, i've marked the rearmost area where i've observe quite a number of half-fish and half human people - to be honest,
i would find them more attractive if they weren't screwing with my summon's people.
I'm a responsible future boss, aight?
Some nods were exchanges, it was mostly him on that respect,
But nevertheless proceeded outside the cave where lies the magical forest that could possibly cause some epilepsy if you weren't careful on being flashed as soon you're sight-seeing.
Traversing the same old forest, walking on foot usually felt tiring but it was somewhat exciting without being limited by my own mortality.
But as soon we approached the open-island - there's the familiar green tint creatures we're looking for, uh oh.
If i had to assume, they may have not been taking kindly to us just murdering their entire clan - well frick, there goes the stealth mission.
" Hm, wait what was that? "
I could faintly observe them scrutinizing us - but they weren't approaching, As if they were entirely organized as an army.
I faintly touched my lip with my thumb - my thoughts was slowly being intertwined, this is one of my habits during my 'Fascination'.
Yes, something wasn't right - But luckily i have a way to prove my hypothesis, rather my other trump card that should have finalized its cooldown by now.
" System, i'm employing 'Erudite' on 'whatever they are doing right now while observing us' "
I decided to gamble on it - if it's a useless ability that's fine as well - i'd rather use my cooldown to solve my uncertainties, also it will be difficult to find another opportunity like this again.
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< Observed: 'Siren's call' >
[ Scanning Int stat... success! ]
[ Requirement: 100% of the mana pool ]
< Assimilate? >
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" What a god send that i will never be exhausted of mana, just do it. "
With that command my vision crumbled into abyss - it actually became more pleasant in due time,
Perhaps it's owing to the fact on the human nature to be able adapt for anything for as long it given enough time?
**
Hollowless eyes that appeared to be the abyssal incarnate was glaring at the crowd of enemies in front of him -
The Slayer was forming a plan in his wake to rip the spines and skull out of these foul preys that dared to touch his men and family.
Simultaniously, while acuminating his axe - He retrospectively took some glances at the 'Leviathan',
While it wasn't responding to his rueful actions - he knew that it was awaiting something...
Decidely it was wiser than not to question the entity - the viking rushed forward toward the scale creeping cowards,
He was anticipating to this exercise that was cursed with gore and bloodshed!
The Sirens on the front-line challenged by this impudent viking was enraged!
A squadron of adult sirens about the size of a standard american footballer equipped with halberd were bulldozing through the watery depth and were going to clash with this viking head-on!
'I will send you to the watery tomb!'
They all rallied a screech that seemingly send a message that shatter the language barrier itself - taunting the lone viking that dared to mess that stomped on their pride as a proud sentient creatures.
All Leaping into the air - death from all angles where the viking could only percieve the falling blades and the valhalla that awaits him!
The Sirens raised their weapon high to show their superiority to this lowly viking, as their weapon were falling upon the bodily flesh of the mortal!
*Clank*
*Clutch!*
Regardless of how - they would never foreseen this development as the Viking took their blade to his helm -
They were incapable of wounding him! And even worse, he grabbed onto their weapon and lobbed them all onto the ground with a single move which shooked and made them lose their footing.
Fear was like a disease in the air - as a cold feeling of the metal axe that close to tasting the soul of monsters,
The Slayer raised the executioner and chopped the first prey he saw.
It screetch in his ears and then silence...slowly the deja vu of the same fate awaiting to all of the frontline sirens were destined to repeat!
A muse of harvest!
As the tail of one were tighly grasp by the Slayer, their life faded as cracked their skull with his grip.
Another ended in tragedy as the horizontal slash were followed by a splatter of green blood that painted the insides of another dead siren.
The last siren horrified by this carnage of indescribable apathy - attempted to flee the scene, but it was no avail akin to fighting a dragon using a stick and stones.
*Snapped!*
*Gush!*
His last conciousness was filled with a green vision and an axe that consumed his eyeshot - It fell down with no resistance and the ephemeral struggle.
The backline sirens that saw the slaughter were enveloped with fear!
They raised their bows to shoot the monster that crushed and humilated the frontline.
With a portion of their reason left - they were going to fight at range instead, this monster cannot be handled at close range then let it perish under the swarm of arrows!
Prior to their drawn arrows, however.
A sound of flesh and crackling as they faced toward the sound that had alarmed them - The screeching and dying breath of an archer.
Themselves were horrified to discover that his face was missing, in fact it was tored apart by flesh and bones!
*Rattle*
*Splat*
Another screech as their numbers slowly dwindling for they cannot fathom what was happening?!
Here's a question for their sanity's sake.
How do you fight in a long range against your most hated enemies with only an axe?
' It's simple. '
The Slayer proclaimed in his mind.
You use the corpses of your hated enemies to kill your enemies!
The Slayer who were far away - utilizing the corpse that he decimated into a DIY throwing weapon,
A means to reach the backline of the Siren army was the nightmare to them who unforeseen such a cunning strategy!
The slaughter commences again!