Suddenly, Murky looked up and then quickly down as he saw the wolf approaching.
He slowly grinned mischievously, showing his teeth with a glint of amusement in his eyes, and couldn't resist taunting.
"What's next, are you three going to bring a bear too for me to fight? Didn't I tell you to bring me something like that but you have to injure it for me?"
His voice had a hint of madness, as if he was enjoying the chaos that was about to happen, but he wasn't afraid.
He knew what was going on deep down. Murky understood that these three Nematoceran hounds wouldn't always follow his orders.
They weren't his loyal companions, but rather spies for the elder Progenitor, sent to keep an eye on him.
This blatant disregard for the Progenitors' rules only made the elder Progenitor seem less powerful, like any ordinary person if they were caught.
"I'm just a hunted prey, someone who shouldn't be scrutinized by that elder Progenitor. If he were to communicate with the new Progenitors in his clan, he would reveal my location and expose the secrets of hunting the ultimate prey that I represent," Murky thought, his mind racing.
He narrowed his eyes, shining with a dangerous light, as he examined the hounds in front of him.
Even as the wolf came closer, the elder Progenitor watching through the crystal ball had no idea that Murky wasn't afraid.
"BARK!" "BARK!" "BARK!"
The wolf's angry barks filled the air, making the fur on its back stand on end.
Murky noticed how the wolf seemed to grow larger, and with a sudden release of tension, he relaxed his shoulders and let his spear and shield fall to the ground. This deliberate action caught the attention of the three Nematoceran hounds, who perked up their eyes and ears in response.
Murky couldn't help but laugh inside, enjoying the confusion he caused.
"Noobs..." he muttered, amused by the expression of the dog-like Nematoceran hounds.
With a burst of energy, the wolf barked again, "BARK!"
This time, it crouched down first and then lunged forward, sprinting toward Murky.
But Murky simply pointed a finger at the creature, his voice filled with playful impatience, "Aren't you a little too eager?"
A laugh escaped his lips as he knelt down, grounding himself on the earth.
The three Nematoceran hounds watched this display with tilted heads, clearly confused.
Meanwhile, inside the battleship, the elder Progenitor was puzzled.
"What on earth is happening with that hairless chimp?"
The elder Progenitor exclaimed, clearly disbelieving. Despite closely monitoring the Nematoceran hounds' surveillance, he couldn't detect any sign that Murky planned to fight back.
However, a spark of curiosity ignited in his eyes, eager to witness the extent of Murky's abilities, especially after seeing him defeat the three Nematoceran hounds.
Only then could the elder Progenitor unleash the elite younger generation of their Blood Claw clan against Murky, using him as a first step for his Blood claw clan to have a good rhythm in this survival planet called earth.
But the elder Progenitor's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a loud boom!
Kaboom!
A spray of red filled the air as the wolf was quickly taken down, its body unrecognizable or nowhere to be found, its life extinguished as easily as swatting a fly.
Ding!
The nightmare system appeared, its voice chiming in.
[ The player StupidLove has slain and bathed in the blood of a wolf. ]
it was announced.
Ding!
[ 1/50. ]
As Murky looked at the blood-soaked ground and the remnants of the exploded area, his expression remained unchanged.
He still wore a mad smile on his face, undeterred by the dirt and gore that now covered him.
Unfazed, he observed the three Nematoceran hounds, their attention drawn to the source of the explosion, even though Murky knew they couldn't perceive its origin.
"Well, it seems the elder Progenitor has some honor left or exercised caution by not planting a device on my neck or in my suit.
"After all, if he did, he would risk exposure to the other elders once I encounter a warrior Progenitor wearing a suit, who in turn is being watched by the other elder Progenitors through the suits of the new Progenitors," Murky muttered softly, his thoughts barely audible.
"The only way the elder Progenitor sought to observe, assess my abilities, and use me as the ultimate prey was through these Nematoceran hounds..."
Murky trailed off, finishing his explanation. Without hesitation, he turned on his heel and began to leave the scene.
The smirk on Murky's face remained, a sign of his unwavering confidence.
"It doesn't matter. With my unique abilities, that old man will remain blind to them! How pitiful he will look, left wondering in confusion," he declared, his laughter echoing through the forest, dancing among the trees and lakes before fading away.
At first, Murky considered getting rid of these three hounds, as they served no purpose to him.
Furthermore, their invasion of his privacy through their watchful eyes annoyed him.
But driven by a newfound irritation, Murky decided to show that the elder Progenitor's decision to give him the blood nano armor was a mistake.
He delighted in the idea of keeping the elder Progenitor constantly guessing and wondering, purely for his own entertainment.
Yes, that's how it should be.
With a flourish, Murky raised his hand and commanded the three Nematoceran hounds, "Bring me more," his tone filled with an undeniable expectation of obedience. Then, he grabbed a coconut filled with water and poured it over his face, washing away the dirt, grass leaves, and the remaining blood from the wolf.
Murky sought a moment of rest, allowing himself a break while eagerly awaiting the announcement from the nightmare system that would signal the long-awaited opportunity for players to finally encounter each other.
As the events unfolded on the battle spaceship, the elder Progenitor was consumed by shock and an insatiable curiosity.
The instant death of the wolf left him puzzled and filled with questions.
"Could that be the same power used to incapacitate the three young Nematoceran hounds earlier?"
He pondered out loud, his mind filled with uncertainty. Despite his contemplation, the elder Progenitor couldn't shake off his doubts.
"If that attack was truly responsible for the hounds' unconsciousness, the ground should have been obliterated much earlier," the elder Progenitor mused, shaking his head in disbelief.
Yet, his eyes suddenly gleamed with a renewed glimmer of hope.
"Ah, maybe the hounds absorbed the blow, acting as a shield," he reasoned, his thoughts racing.
However, he quickly dismissed this idea as well. "But the protective fur was deactivated, so the hounds should have been completely destroyed if they had taken the full force of the attack."
The elder Progenitor found himself entangled in a web of confusion, each attempt to unravel the truth only deepening his bewilderment.
"What happened? Who or what was responsible for this show of power?"
He wondered aloud, his voice tinged with frustration.
Determined, he longed to witness the spectacle with his own eyes, to uncover the mystery that had eluded him thus far.
He decided to gather his fellow clansmen, forming a hunting party with the goal of capturing Murky if necessary.
"Go out and find more prey," the elder Progenitor commanded the three young Nematoceran hounds, his eyes shining with a dangerous intensity.
"I refuse to accept that I am incapable of discovering the truth," he declared with unwavering determination.
With that command, the hounds set off once again, their mission clear—to search for fresh targets and bring them to Murky, in the hopes of recreating the mysterious event.
The elder Progenitor yearned for an opportunity to finally witness the truth firsthand and to call upon his comrades to hunt down Murky.