Warlord

After seeing Atasha, Zero also saw Monnie. But Monnie seemed hurt, lying flat on the sand, her left calf bandaged. There was a faint blush spreading across the pure-white bandage. Lara was right next to Monnie, and the little beast was nuzzling Monnie with its body.

Perhaps because it was too dry, Zero licked his lips. Then his expression changed, and a faint smell of rust came from his lips. He knew very well that it was blood, and human blood at that. Then, as if something had remained in his mouth, he stirred it with his tongue, and the tip of his tongue touched a piece of meat. It was just a simple touch, but a large amount of data flowed into Zero’s mind. Just like blood, he knew that this meat came from the tissues of the human body.

Then he looked at Monnie’s injured left leg. Zero seemed to have realized something.

A few meters away, Atasha could clearly feel the high temperature emitting from Zero’s body. The scorching stream of air even wrapped around him as he revolved slightly, causing his jet black hair to flutter gently.

At this moment, there was not even a trace of wind on the Death God Ridge.

Only after a long while did the airflow and the heat wave disappear. Zero silently walked to Monnie’s side and sat down. Lara glanced at him, then flapped her fat wings and flew onto Zero’s shoulder.

Zero lowered himself to Monnie’s face. He leaned over Monnie’s ear and moved his lips slightly.

No one knew what he said.

By evening, Monnie woke up too. Her face was pale from blood loss, and there was a tinge of blood in the bonfire that Atasha had set up. After eating the mutated rabbit meat that Atasha had roasted, a smile appeared on Monnie’s face.