Chapter 138. Who Said You Could Prepare Anything
The five-horned beast stood before them. The monstrous creature, once covered in thick layers of flesh and hide, now reduced to little more than creaking bones. It resembled the fossil of a dinosaur on display at a museum, a grotesque echo of its former self.
Creak, creak.
Then, its jaw opened with a grating noise, releasing a torrent of purple liquid that gushed from somewhere unseen, drenching the ground like a waterfall.
Sssssss—
Where the liquid touched, grass and stone alike melted, transforming the area into a swampy wasteland. Then, purple energy rose from the ground, seeping into the fallen corpses of the one-horned beasts. One by one, they began to rise again.
“What a monster!” a warrior of the Mahal tribe gasped.
In their world, the dead didn’t rise. Therefore, the very idea of a beast they had slain moments ago standing up again was beyond comprehension. Yet, that was exactly what was happening.
Then, one of the reanimated one-horned beasts charged at a stunned warrior, its bony hooves thundering toward him.
The warrior flinched in panic, desperately trying to dodge. Just then, a knife flew from somewhere, burying itself into the one-horned beast’s skull.
Swish! Thud!
Whoosh—!