Ashen Dragon-Chapter 556 - 22 Flo_3

Old White collapsed on the ground, using his hands and feet to crawl backward, wanting to get away from this terrible being: “No, no, you monster…”

At this moment, his survival instinct was at its pinnacle.

“I, I must get back…”

Old White exerted all his strength to rise from the ground, running recklessly along the familiar path.

“Ga, ga ga!”

Countless corrupted crows burst from the dense forest, their raucous calls like a black tide following Old White.

Vines and branches twisted, blocking Old White’s escape path, scratching wounds across his body.

“Jiejiejie…”

“Flee, flee desperately—and then die in ultimate fear at my hands.”

A low, hoarse voice echoed through the forest.

The Frosthorn was behind him in the sky; it waved its wings like a phantom, casting a vast shadow perpetually over the Human.

“Hehe… such weak Humans, serving Lord Gerlazak is truly an easy task.”

The Frosthorn relished this feeling.

It enjoyed playing this cat-and-mouse game, letting the prey die of fright by its hands, or even being scared to death.

And this Human’s escape could also lead it to where the Humans gathered, to create a slaughter that would make the entire Empire shudder.

“Let these Humans… feel the terror!”

The Frosthorn anticipated excitedly.

It knew these Humans all too well, facing the invasion of the Abyss; they would only tremble like lambs to the slaughter.

The Frosthorn even imagined how these Humans would scream and wail as they were swallowed by it.

Soon, Old White was covered in wounds, his flesh battered and blurred; under the chaotic strength, the exposed flesh even began to rot.

But now, he had finally reached the exit of the dense forest, seeing the first light of hope.

Ahead lay Leo Village.

His home.

Old White staggered a few steps forward when more corrupt crows advanced, tearing large chunks of flesh from his leg, and even savored swallowing them.

“Thump.”

He could no longer hold himself up and fell to his knees.

At this point, Old White was nearly tortured beyond human shape, sustained only by a single belief.

Let the Starfallen kill this demon, the one who polluted the land and rendered the familiar woods unrecognizable.

Old White lifted his head, shouting with his last ounce of strength: “Demon—”

The Frosthorn flapped its wings, chuckling: “Is it useful? They won’t be able to escape. Your loved ones, friends, they’ll all be devoured by fear and the Abyss.

Your wife will be torn apart by claws, your children mangled by fangs, your friends pecked blind, and you…

Hehe, I’ll let you witness all of this with your own eyes.”

However, the scene inside the village was not as the Frosthorn imagined, with wails everywhere, and people fleeing.

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Hundreds of players surged from all directions, wielding obsolete muskets and dressed in coarse cloth.

Their faces not only lacked fear but were also filled with zeal and joy, like hunters spying a deer.

“Holy shit? A big Monster!”

“It’s a Frosthorn!”

“This thing’s worth 1500 contribution points plus 50 Ginnars, whoever kills it will make a fortune!”

“Brothers, attack! Fortune and glory lie ahead today!”

“Ao—For the Empire!”

The mocking smile on the Frosthorn’s face froze, then slowly faded—the situation seemed not to be as it expected.

How dare these reckless Humans treat an abyssal demon this way?

They were supposed to be afraid!

Thinking this, the Frosthorn opened its fang-filled beak and let out a low, hoarse voice: “Ignorant Humans, you do not know what you’re facing…”

“Bang!”

The gunshot sounded.

A player muttered softly, “This thing speaks too harshly; let’s finish it off quickly, it’s irritating me.”

“Indeed, I have no idea how it manages that sound, like fingernails scraping a chalkboard.”

“Stop talking, kill it quickly! I want both the contribution points and the gold!”

The Frosthorn was instantly consumed with rage, unable to restrain itself: “You bunch of—”

“Bang! Bang!”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

In an instant, a barrage of gunfire erupted, bullets pouring down like rain as hundreds of players shot at the Frosthorn in mid-air.

“Disgusting creature…”

Old White sneered, then collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

And so, the battle between the players and the demon was only just beginning.