Chapter 73 Legion of the Undead (2)

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Xenophon and Mr. N squatted on the ground, studying something. Z slowed down, and the two of them looked up at him, with brilliant smiles on their wet faces.

“Oh, boss, I’m so glad to see you safe.” Xenophon brushed away the hair sticking to his face, “Where’s our poet friend? There must be no accident, right?”

“I’m falling behind.” Z said calmly.

After Xenophon and Mr. N stood up, he finally saw what they were studying. It was a corpse without arms, facing the sky, already dead, and even the skin was swollen by the rain. But Z can still recognize that it is Carter.

“What are you doing?” Z Shun asked.

“Search the corpse.” Xenophon said earnestly, “I thought he brought some mystic treasures, but there was nothing.”

“Don’t waste time, go quickly.” Z urged, “We must catch up with the others.”

“Hmph, I know I’m worried about your little object.”

Xenophon grumbled and complained, kicked away the body of Carter who was in the way, and galloped together with Z.

Mr. N panted behind them: “Wait, wait for me… Take care of the disabled…”

One of his legs is also a mechanical prosthesis, but it is an ordinary prosthesis, and its performance is far from comparable to that of Z.

They ran across the fields and along dirt paths towards the mine.

The sky suddenly darkened.

The rainy day was already dark, but the gloom at this time was not caused by dark clouds or thunderstorms, it was more like some kind of unbelievably huge object blocked the light that fell from the sky.

Z stopped in his tracks and looked up at the top of his head in astonishment.

A monster was soaring above them.

Xenophon let out a strange cry, and rubbed his eyes hard.

“Boss, did I have hallucinations, or did you see it too?!” He asked in a daze.

Z did not answer his question. In fact he didn’t hear Xenophon’s question at all. He was filled with Leviathan’s voice—just like when he fell into the frozen sea.

——Why are you here? he asks.

——My Lord has called me to come here. The Behemoth replied.

—your master? That… Maharaja?

——His consciousness is scattered all over the world, and now it has been re-condensed. He called me to come and serve the robe. If it weren’t for your human actions, I would still be sealed in the bottom of the sea right now, and I wouldn’t be able to come here. What a sarcasm.

After speaking, Leviathan cut off contact with Z.

The giant beast eagle fluttered its wings and rushed to the ground, its sharp fangs were like a row of gleaming lances.

***

Duan Feizhuo looked at the monster that swooped towards them, and suddenly understood a truth:

Leviathan wasn’t here to help them. but to destroy them.

When the shadow of the Behemoth first appeared in the sky, a surge of ecstasy welled up in his heart. Leviathan had saved Z and assisted the Wellington, so he was their friend! When it appeared this time, it must have had a premonition that its friend was in danger, so it came forward to save it!

But soon he realized something was wrong.

Leviathan was obviously flying towards them, and he opened his mouth wide, showing his sharp fangs.

Behemoths and humans have very different ways of thinking. He thinks they are friends, but not necessarily in Leviathan’s eyes.

After all, how can humans and monsters be friends? Do you really think you are a Disney princess?

He yelled at the others without thinking: “Find a place to hide!”

That giant beast is a monster that can fight against the airship, and human beings are so humble in front of it that they are not as good as ants.

However, it was too late. How could human beings’ two short legs outrun the giant beast’s wings that cover the sky?

He reflexively drew energy and opened up a shield for himself. He wasn’t sure if the occult shield could withstand Leviathan’s blow, and now he could only try desperately. A dark shadow passed overhead. The gigantic body of the giant beast pressed towards him.

He heard the sound of the shield shattering. The last picture I remember is a pair of blood red eyes.

***

“I am dead!”

Duan Feizhuo did a sit-up.

He was lying on a cobblestone path, surrounded by darkness, with stars shining above his head, and the path seemed to be suspended in the starry sky, extending into the boundless darkness.

“I’m alive again…” he muttered to himself.

This is his second time here. The last time he was forced by Duncan McLean and ate his flesh and blood, he came here as soon as he opened his eyes and met the goddess at the crossroads.

So what about this time? This time he didn’t eat indiscriminately. All he remembers is that he was attacked by the Leviathan. He thought he was going to die, but looking at the current situation—can he save him again?

He got up, moved his sore neck, and walked along the cobblestone path.

The path splits into three forks ahead. In the middle of the intersection, a black-haired woman was facing away from him.

“Ah, welcome.” Hecate turned around, her black eyes filled with smiles, “We meet again.”

“What’s wrong with me?” Duan Feizhuo asked.

“It’s nothing, it’s just that the head was severely injured, and it’s just hovering between life and death.” Hecate said with a smile, with a relaxed tone, as if they were not talking about life and death, but what clothes to wear when going out.