VOLUME 6 Chapter 8

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"Are you sure about this Zerg? I mean... man, I'm wounded here."

"I know, but this is a shortcut that will cut the trip time. I know that it has a problem with the Werewolf beastmen that have become Feral from the control of the original Demon King."

Bahamut tilted her head at the information. The beauty hiding underneath her veil seemed to spill out as her pale white skin was exposed.

"What's with all this talk about the Beastmen anyways? I seem to always hear about them from you, but we've yet to encounter one."

"That's because they haphazardly scattered around when not near the territory of Vitas. The Kingdom of the Vampires is located straight underneath their Nation. As we get closer, the bigger chance we have to encounter them. Also, the Outworlders. Since they appeared a few months ago, it has not been good to the continent. Riling up the Demonic forces into overdrive."

"Hm, that is usual when a certain power is threatened by an external factor that they know, they cannot stop. I'm guessing that the other Outworlders with companions like me have been making a mess, or am I wrong?"

"On point actually, you Outworlders must be the most powerful Elves, Vampires, Beasts, and Humans that have stepped foot into this continent for a long while. I do not get your attention to this place and the thrill of finding danger."

Paul then looks at Zerg with a tired face, as if he had run miles and miles even though he had been sitting down. Like a dying man who was nearing the end, he still had the stern face of a man who had seen and experienced this all way too much.

"That might be because we don't have much going on. Modern life is great, but ultimately boring. Funny how we have all the necessities to forever be happy, and yet no one is. So many seek the thrill and the rush to adrenaline even though they hide it deep within their souls. Acting as if they don't need it anymore as educated and mild mannered folks with progressivism in their minds."

"I guess the peak of humanity isn't that good huh? Though it doesn't surprise me. You humans climbing to the top. Even here in Threa, as I am sure you've seen, humans are very capable creatures. That's why everyone is afraid of them, even the Vampires."

"What? Are you telling me human nature is so dastardly annoying that you actively think we're going to take over one day?"

"It's already happening. Aside from Schon, the rest of the continents are littered with Elves and Humans. Only on this continent can people like me, small, pink and not very human, live in peace."

"Well... if anything. I've seen humans do a lot of amazing things. I was there myself, and saw it many times."

"You humans always amuse me. Apart from the Elves, you seem to be one of the only races in this world that has the unfound ability to find a way to survive no matter what. We Beastmen don't, as we know things must have an end. But you humans... I don't know. I think you were all born to defy the things this world is built on."

"Hah, just ask Bahamut here. She's a true immortal unlike the Vampires. No matter what will happen. She will always return unless Heaven and Hell itself was to disappear. Which I am sure won't happen."

Though calm Bahamut was still fearful of the plan, knowing that her Master's wound is worsening, as not even the bandage is able to stop his bleeding and his shirt is soaked in red blood. Due to the increase of Health Potions he needs, they'll soon run out before even reaching the Kingdom of Rose. Everything looked very dire and the Knight General was trying his best in the Guild Chat to lead them to where he is, but a massive Operation was also occurring on the other side of the world that required the culminated power of the entire League of Modern Guilds making everything a haze in the chat.

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