Chapter 266: Chapter 266. Hidden Motives
Chapter 266: Chapter 266. Hidden Motives
"BOOOM!!!"
Along with a resounding boom, a powerful explosion reverberated where the bomb landed. A small mushroom cloud rose, and hundreds of undead were blasted apart; clearly, the potency of Alban's bomb couldn't be underestimated.
"Damn! Where did you get such an awesome thing?" Myne exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement as he observed the destructive force of Alban's small bomb. Simultaneously, he launched a combo attack, conjuring two 5-meter-tall Fire Tornadoes using a combination of Fire and Wind AoE magic skills directed toward his right.
"Hahaha, those are some well-crafted toys from the dwarves in my hometown. Surprisingly, they work quite nicely. Although most of the things they make are either useless or never work the way they're supposed to, once in a while, they manage to create something decent," Alban boasted, raising his head proudly as if the dwarves he mentioned were his subordinates.
"Cool, then what are we waiting for? Take out all the bombs you have. If the quantity is sufficient, we could blast all these damn undead along the way and make our way toward your hideout.
Didn't you mention that in the end moments of our lives, we should use everything we could to save ourselves?" Myne urgently yelled as he dodged a naked female undead that leapt at him, blasting its grotesque head with a fireball.
"Kiddo, stop daydreaming. I said some things we should use before our death so we won't die in regret; don't try to trick me with my own words. Those alchemy bombs are priceless. Even if I had some, I wouldn't take them all out. They're my little babies, and most importantly, the rest of them are in the hideout.
Even if I wanted to sacrifice my babies, I can't do that," Alban replied, dealing with an undead in front of him and laughing manically.
"Damn, can't you just say you don't have any? Why talk so much nonsense? And I know you're definitely lying, you old geezer. There's no way someone whose life is hanging by a thread would keep such a nice thing at home. F*ck you..."
"F*ck you, brat. If we survive today, don't expect any information or help from me unless you beg while kneeling in front of me."
"F*ck you, only in your dreams, old man."
"F*ck you."
"F*ck you."
"F*ck off, not a chance after you left Velvet alone to indulge in your evil deeds with those undead in some secluded location away from us, don't think we don't understand what kind of weird hobby you are pursuing with those undead there, I had seen many people with different taste like you," Myne yelled angrily, and decide to ignore Alban.
"You're talking too much, brat. Seems like you're eager for a good beating." Alban sent a dozen or so undead from his way before finally appearing in front of Myne and Velvet again, covered in the stinky, ugly blood of the undead.
"You can try... Ouch! Why are you pinching me?" Myne, about to launch into another round of nagging with Alban, was stopped by a sudden hard pinch on his waist from Velvet.
"I don't know about Old Man Alban, but if you don't stop this childish act of yours, I will surely beat the hell out of you. Can't you see the situation?" Velvet growled, frustration evident in his voice.
"Haha, yes, you deserve scolding, brat. Good girl, scold him more. Today's kids have no respect for the elderly," Alban laughed merrily, observing Myne's suffering. In excitement, he covered his axe with his weird black flame and slashed it in the west direction, sending a massive six-meter-long half-moon-shaped slash like a wind blade that cut through hundreds of undead in one attack.
Seeing Alban use another weird skill and behaving like a friendly, good-tempered, humoristic, childish grandpa next door, the early anger and irritation in Myne's eyes vanished. All that remained was confusion and doubt, which he soon hid away, returning to his annoying, hot-blooded brat character.
"Velvet, quickly climb on my back. I can't let you wander around on your own; it's too dangerous. If something happens to you, I might not be able to forgive myself and could go insane without your spiritual support. The loss would be too much for me to bear," Myne urged Velvet while fending off another wave of undead, sending them back to their ethereal realm.
"Damn, why are there so many undead in this little town? Just what kind of population did it have before turning into a haunted town? Don't tell me this entire town was overcrowded and filled completely before it became a ghost town," Myne mused, observing the increasing red dots in his retina with each passing second, regardless of the magnitude of their attacks.
He was currently using Presence Detect (Large) to have a 360-degree bird's-eye view of their battle, keeping an eye on both Velvet and Alban, especially the latter. Myne couldn't shake the feeling that Alban seemed to be enjoying all of this as if it were just a form of entertainment for him.
"Kiddo, that's why I told you we had to escape from this encirclement. Winning against them is not an option. Don't you notice the first batch of undead we killed has already joined the battle again? If this continues, it won't be long before we all get tired and become their food," Alban's urgent voice reached Myne's ears, providing an answer to his doubts.
"Velvet, honey, do you want one more of my sweet love fist? Or have you grown tired of living and want to experience the feeling of being undead?" Myne asked with a smile that didn't quite look like a smile, raising his trembling fist high.
"Sorry, I got distracted," Velvet spoke, she was intending to refuse Myne's strange idea of carrying her on his back. However, seeing veins popping all over his face, indicating his suppressed anger, she instantly became obedient. Handing her spear back to Myne, she climbed onto his back like a little girl, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs and tail around his waist tightly.
"Why are all my girls so stubborn? If your husband says something to you, can't you just obey it? Always making trouble for me," Myne shook his head while taking a deep breath to calm down his inner thoughts, but he regretted it quickly and hurriedly covered his nose.
The foul scent spread everywhere around them, thanks to the undead's efforts, literally making him vomit the food he had eaten half a day ago.
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