Being Strong On Your Own

Chapter 16: Under the Red Moon Is Just A Massacre

The one who served as its leader began to shout to guide the attack, according to his direction they let the sorcerers and snipers do their job first and then they lunged forward.

Thanks to the periodic reduction of monsters in the dungeon, their numbers were not as much as during the first wave, normally one would not use magic to monsters that came from the dungeon but were now different, normally one would not use magic to monsters that came from the dungeon, they were without hesitation using it because as a result of the red moon all these monsters had indeed gone mad.

Several adventurers were struck by wolves as large as two meters, their flesh torn apart and killed without mercy.

Some adventurers use the bodies of the dead as bait to kill the living monsters, it's disgusting but this is the only way they can survive. No one here would do that voluntarily. All because of circumstances.

Several swords rained down on the wolf's body while cursing their existence.

"Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead" before turning to different enemies, Orcs and goblins could be faced but if monsters in the form of animals they were far difficult to handle.

Their eyes were red as the moon described them. All that's here is how to kill and kill.

An orc was after one of the fallen adventurers, before his greatsword hit his head, Grey had already restrained him and then kicked the orc until he was thrown backwards.

Grey threw the potion bottle at the adventurer then said without turning his head.

"Use that, and quickly retreat."

"I will not retreat, I will continue to fight.for the sake of the people of the city I must not lose."

Grey was a bit race amazed yet he chose to finish off the orc earlier by stabbing its head, blood splashed into his helmet and without waiting for him to directly target the other monsters.

The drums of war have sounded, there is no stopping or giving up, there is only a battle of brutality.

Even though the dungeon had been reduced this monster felt stronger than before, what happened?

Grey runs towards Irena's group to help her, but looking carefully now only her group has a living priest, all butchered.

Winy receives a slash that makes her blood gush into the air, Grey kills the monster that did so before throwing Winy's body towards Eva.

"What are you doing?"

"Hurry to heal him," Grey shouted, this is a battle when you are wounded you will find no chance to withstand the next attack.

Irena slashed the head of the monster that was in front of her. Angel had run out of arrows she even had to quote from dead bodies.

"Damn it! Why do we have to be like this," Irena swung her sword nonstop, her entire body had been flooded with blood no clean area was left even for Grey himself, they had already reduced the number of monsters to such an extent yet it all felt pointless.

By dawn only Irena and Grey's group remained alive, all adventurers had been slaughtered and left piles of corpses piled up.

Irena was sitting limp with tears streaming down her face.

"It doesn't make any sense."

He remembered the people he had spoken to but now they were gone, some even spoke of wanting to return soon to be able to get together with his family but the reality of it would never happen.

It's not a game where a dead man can be revived, it's a reality.

As he is overcome with despair, the figure of Minotauros emerges from the pile of corpses, Grey knows once who he is.

He was a monster that killed his friends when the first wave occurred.