Divine Protection: The Pride System
Episode 05: First Steps to Slaughter
As they managed to kill their prey, the pack of wolves howled, in a loud and ambiguous voice.
They are quite happy with the awards, this proves that they are great hunting wolves.
But—
It will only be until they get what they want.
It was toIoI, as they proudly declared their victory.
Success and success are not the end of their destiny.
Unlike the sound of animals, the sound that came was cold but clear.
“Hey, what's fun?”
Huh huh?
Perhaps that kind of expression that the wolf would make when they did not understand this silliness, they fell silent in silence.
Sitting there, was a teenager with white hair and had inhumane striped eyes.
That's impossible!
That's what the wolf thinks.
They were back in position, a forgotten ferocity a little late as they were still dumbfounded.
The teenager was still alive, he who should have died in a tremendous body shake, still stood without the slightest scar on his body part.
What the hell's going on?
The wolves were a little confused, but they did not want the confusion to disturb their savage instincts, so they forgot about it, and continued on without thinking about the reason.
We just need to kill him again!!
But what did that feeling get to the teenager? Even though he realized he was being hunted, the sunlight still revealed a wide smile that adorned his face.
Well, the teenager smiled, stayed there and did not put up any resistance.
The wolves sneered at the human folly, and with a cruel smile they showed their fangs.
Basic man toIoI!
It wasn't funny when it was shown, their brutal art of killing was quite admirable. Sharp fangs were their pride, and that was what they thought.
As the wolf bit right on the teenager's neck and educated him with its fangs.
He did not expect, the teenager was—
“... You are guilty, so I will commit the same sin to you. This is all to set you free, and this is also to my happiness.”
What's?!
Not having time to think of anything, the wolf was surprised when he found the skin on his body peeled off.
Resisting her pain, it was impossible, she immediately jumped back and her body trembled violently as the reeds, nerves, and flesh that were chipped on her shoulder became a hot flame that spread pain in her soul.
Grunting pitifully, the wolf searched for the origin of the culprit who tore his flesh.
At that moment.
“....”
He, finally realized, the true meaning of the teenage smile.
The entire body of the teenager was stained with blood, the center of which was on his neck, there was a leak of torn flesh, it could be seen clearly rushing red blood flowing.
Just imagining the pain, they would definitely frown on the look on their faces.
But, the victim smiled, too wide to be called as a result of the pain. That smile made the reed crouch every wolf goosebumps in horror.
But, just what was it, was it all that made them feel this much fear? They're not sure.
After all, that chipped scar was also the deed of the teenager.
The blood flowing from his mouth, and the skin of the reeds that were on his teeth, were the strongest proof they had.
“Hey, what are you guys doing?”
His voice was dark, almost drowning the entire atmosphere into a sea of darkness.
The wolf barked, with the intimidation they had, yet it seemed like it had failed.
Their ferocity was still not enough to creep into the common sense that had been destroyed.
After that, suddenly..the teenager laughed—.
“Heh.”
The wolves narrowed their eyes, groaning warily as the teenager began to craze.
Closing his face as if in disbelief, the teenager continued to laugh like he had lost his mind.
“Heh, hehee, ahahaha, hahahahaha, ahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!”
His laughing voice boomed, like a madman embracing arrogance.
A similar thing happened to his expression, his dark eyes narrowed melancholy as he lowered the dignity of those wolves.
“Do you know? The habit of killing never made me feel good. I know you're just the lives of useless animals. But, I believe, even you must have something called happiness in your philosophy. Therefore, go ahead, and give me everything you have.”
Hearing his difficult words—
The feelings of the hearts of the wolves seemed to be tricked, they did not care anymore about the fear that made them stop. Ignoring all norms and pride they have.
The wolves begin the most satisfying hunt of their lives.
In one incident, they roared, feeling excited as their bodies and hearts shattered.
Seeing that, Rogant only smiled, as the great hunters began to go after him.
He did not dodge their attacks, instead using the wounds he forged as a means to kill the wolves.
Sharp claws tore his body apart, smashed his flesh, scratched his eyes, and exposed his intestines. Red blood adorned his body, but fate did not approve of his death.
“You're too weak.”
He came back to life, and restarted a fate that had been changed.
The lungs expand and deflate, passing the necessary oxygen throughout the body in turn. It was also a reflex, a survival instinct.
Coughing, the bitterness of blood rose from the throat.
Several times his body was cut in half, and several times his brain was torn and showed a red round object that looked like a twisted intestine.
His mind could still throb happily, under successive deaths.
Dead, and reappear. Like an endless demon, like a snake wrapped around his own death.
To be so, his smile was still fixed clearly, even so wide that the wolf could pull him and tear him apart.
He was like a puppet, whose body was destroyed regardless of the morals of humanity.
—Of course, Rogant also fought back.
Using the wounds he got, he gouged out the wolf's eyeballs, bit their skin, and unloaded the contents of their digestive organs.
As if, he was modeling the attack mindset of the wolves, hoping to get the same happiness from what they did.
He took advantage of his death and danced with him.
He ignored the wounds he received and played with the risks of his own body.
Once he dies, he will live again by changing his fate of death.
“Come, give me pleasure.”
—Vibrating, torn, crushed, severed, torn, bitten, cut, as if Rogant was hated by life.
Soul-eating beasts, engaging themselves and destroying souls, all became an impossible sea of blood in place.
The rugged shady forest, has become a graveyard for the corpses of the past and present.
As his body gathered in a pool of happiness blood. Without him knowing, it had become afternoon.
The color of the sky is red to be a suitable color to attach to a dirty soul.
“....”
Rogant sprawled, with a gradual breath, he laid his body on a pile of wolf corpses whose souls had been lost.
He didn't know what he was laughing or. However, the fiery shadow in his mind was still heating up.
The red blood that poured out became a simple sight in his dark eyes.
Ignoring his human form, Rogant smiled widely and extended his right hand, as if to reach for the unattainable sky.
His actions were strange, the owner of the white hair spoke softly, but his voice was clear and undoubted.
“—Surely, I will save you.”
—Flap the wings of birds, in the forest slowly the sound of death next resounded.
[>Skill: Authority of Pride< enabled!]
