After carefully blocking all possible escape paths for the hounds, Murky moved gracefully from one tree branch to another, his movements smooth like a flowing river.
It was a bit challenging as he went down to a lower level, but he quickly adjusted and regained his balance with his nimble skills.
He focused unwaveringly on the confused hounds below, he could see and feel their bewilderment evident in their eyes, to him, this is what he expected and hopefully to happen.
Ahooorrr! Ahooor!
Murky heard their painful cries.
Convinced of their whimpering, his mischievous smile appeared on his face as he saw their perplexed state.
He took advantage of his cleverness and enjoyed teasing them, knowing he had a psychological advantage.
"Ah, beautiful Nematoceran hounds," he said with a smug tone.
"You don't realize that you hate the smell of Citrus Trees and Neem Trees. Just like humans know about hounds.
"hounds often find the strong smell of citrus fruits like oranges, lemons, and grapefruits very unpleasant. And Neem Trees, like mosquitoes, have natural properties that repel insects.
"Also, their leaves and the oil extracted from them contain compounds that insects find repellent."
Knowing this exact moment would come, Murky tightened his grip around a huge rock, which he had strategically placed based on his instincts.
In his past life, before he was sent to war, he decided to study about the fruits and grasses to eat in the wild, and he remembered and became familiar with the trees in real life and in this movie nightmare.
It felt like fate had brought this situation together. Something remarkable started happening before Murky's eyes.
The hounds' fur, which was once opaque, began to lose its opacity and turn see-through.
Their flesh, resembling that of humans, became visible through their previously impenetrable exteriors. Murky's face lit up with triumph as he exclaimed, "Look!"
With impressive strength and agility, Murky unleashed his full power on the unsuspecting hounds.
He swung his hand and sent the rock flying towards the trio of hounds.
The impact was massive, making a loud noise like a bam!
It was a gory scene as the rock hit one of the hound's jaws, causing blood to gush out in a red stream along with the sickening sound of broken bones.
"The special tree I found, called the Citrus Neem Tree, has been really helpful," Murky explained, his voice filled with satisfaction and determination.
"It confuses their sense of smell, sight, and hearing. But the most important thing is what it does to their fake fur, which shows how smart the Progenitor civilization was. This strong fur makes them tough and able to withstand powerful attacks from the strong Weremorphs."
Murky's words echoed in the air, carrying the weight of a big discovery.
Without wasting a moment, he jumped from his spot and skillfully landed on another tree with a bang, where he had hidden another stone.
This time, Murky didn't care about the sounds he would make anymore, the hounds sensitive senses were already affected by tree smell, they won't give a shit about him now, as long they don't see him, everything would be fine.
In one smooth move, he threw the stone with perfect aim at the now-panicked mosquito hounds.
Bang
Another grueling sound of bone being crushed resounded.
A wide grin of pure joy spread across Murky's face as he continued his relentless attack, throwing stones nonstop at the helpless hounds.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hidden among the green leaves, he reveled in the fact that their strong sense of smell made them focus on that, distracting them from the pain caused by the stones hitting them.
Despite their size, the hounds couldn't withstand the powerful force of Murky's attack.
The stones crashed into their faces with a loud impact, leaving destruction behind.
Minutes felt like forever as Murky kept tormenting the hounds with a relentless storm of stones.
Finally, a deep sense of satisfaction filled him.
He made sure each hound got hit by his stones at least twenty times, until they couldn't move anymore.
He felt content like wearing a comfortable cloak, but also exhausted.
Swoosh!
Murky came down from the tree, his body slumping from tiredness. He fell to the ground, taking a heavy breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort.
"Lucky me, I've defeated them all," Murky whispered, his voice filled with relief and tiredness.
"It was a tough task, even though I used the same strategy as the brave Spartans to fight these dog enemies. Unfortunately, they were stronger than expected."
His curiosity made him wonder further.
"I wonder what the fake fur of these hounds is made of? It seems to be an amazing material that can absorb impacts and resist the claws of Weremorphs. Anyway, I am really fortunate that using the special scent from the tree to exploit their weakness worked or else, even if I run, I would be chased to my death."
Murky took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm himself.
"Haaaaaa…"
His body began to shrank from five times his size to his normal human size.
Activating his genes made him feel fatigued in the end. However, he knew he couldn't rest now…
"I need to-"
Murky tried to say something but soon he groaned, he felt the tiredness in his bones all over his body, like they were turned into a powder.
Although he had succeeded, he was aware that he should hold himself accountable for it. He was just a human, despite his stamina being five times greater than usual. He was, after all, only human.
The dogs, on the other hand, were not your ordinary animals. They were extraordinary alien creatures with impressive endurance. Murky couldn't help but wonder what would occur if their artificial fur remained activated.
What could possibly unfold?
He knew he would perish.
As a recollection surfaced in his mind, a wave of unease washed over Murky, causing the hairs on his back to rise like a cluster of needles, piercing through his skin.
But he knew he couldn't move, stuck in here to die.
"I have to keep going. I need to get their heads and bring them back to the Spartan warriors. That's how I'll prove myself and become a leader. Once that's done, the plan will continue."
Murky's plan was important. He wanted to get rid of a pack of these hounds, which would get the attention of the powerful Blood Progenitors.
Then, the Progenitors would see how strong the humans in this world were and send their elite group of newborn Progenitors.
After that, he would defeat the newborn elite group of Newborn Progenitors. But to defeat these strong enemies, Murky had to lead a group of Spartans and use them as bait to capture at least one of the elite newborn Progenitors.
"The three heads!" Murky cursed, but his body would start aching whenever he tried to move.
He tried to reach with his hands for the three, who were being buried by massive stones he threw earlier.
To become a leader among the Spartans, he needed to get the heads of these three hounds.
Yet, after trying at least twelve times, his hand fell down weakly.
"I'm tired, and my body isn't responding quickly enough," Murky admitted, sounding frustrated. But before he could think about his next move, something unexpected happened.
He felt a sudden jolt in his leg, and it startled him.