Chapter 120: _The Hand Of Death
(Warning: More Graphic and Disturbing Scenes Ahead)
Marcellus’ POV
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As he began levitating into the air after giving his verdict on the humans, the soldiers began shooting him with their silver bullets.
A few hit him and he began bleeding but Marcellus ignored the pain as he focused on collecting the life force of the humans he’s killed already.
A town filled with over two hundred people was ripe for the picking. He almost couldn’t believe that Tonka hadn’t come here to harvest life force before he was discovered by Kaelos.
"Why isn’t he dying already?!" A soldier yelled out in a panic as he stopped shooting and tried reloading his gun.
But Marcellus turned his gaze to him and smirked coldly as he slowly raised his right hand before whispering a spell.
Suddenly, all the bullets heading to him stopped mid-air and then slowly spun around him, making him seem even more god-like to the humans who watched with dread.
"While I’m affected by silver as much as any werewolf..." Marcellus remarked before he made a simple hand gesture.
That caused all the bullets swirling around him to fire straight at the soldier who had yelled earlier, riddling his body with countless bloody holes until he plopped to the ground.