Chapter 39 - Thirty-Four: Escape by the Skin of One’s Teeth_2
"Count me in," Jon, lying on a chair with a mouthful of blood, said as he tended to his injury — he had finally woken from his dazed state, realizing that his life had been pulled back from hell by Malin himself, and the young man very much wanted to express his gratitude to Malin.
As for the mouthful of glass shards — Jon, being the second heir to the family, truly felt after the day’s events that life was more precious than anything. With life, a mouthful of glass shards could be cleaned up; without it, even a mouthful of gold teeth would be useless.
"Our family will also provide a reward. Without you, we would have run headfirst into that trap set by the different kind, and everyone would have died," Leonidas added.
"Now is not the time for that talk. We must leave quickly. The road ahead turns left, stick to the right side, and watch for the creatures’ movements on the left," Malin said as he extended his hand and shot out another orb of light, composed of Spiritual Energy, that flew to the top of the intersection, illuminating the night sky.
"Good idea. If only people could see this light," Richard had just finished speaking when he pointed to the left, and Malin’s shotgun roared — loaded with a Hollow Point Bullet, the shotgun had the capability to hit mid-range targets. A different kind, leaping onto the road, was struck in the forelimbs, and the Hollow Point Bullet shattered its muscles and bones together. The creature screeched as it fell and was ultimately crushed under the wheels of the carriage.
Malin grabbed the protrusions on the roof to avoid being thrown out by fate, while Jon, who was still dealing with his mouth, managed to bite his own finger: "My God, what did we run over?!"
"It’s the different kind! Hold on! We’re about to turn right!" Leonif shouted, giving a warning: "Damn it! There are more different kind ahead!"
Malin looked up and saw several different kind emerging from the forest ahead.
"Control the horses! Leonidas! Where are these horses from? Are they afraid of fire?"
"They’re battle-hardened! They’ve come from the front lines! Fearless!"