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Chapter 49
The Dark King – Chapter 49

Fatal

Here goes the 49th chapter… I’ll add more chapters later on, maybe in 10-11 hours… BUT I would like to mention it right now and here that there will be blood and gore.

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“Ah, Aaron, save me … …” At this time, the youth that was being bitten by the undead cried out. His hand was raised as if to reach out to the young man who was retreating backwards in hurry. His handsome face was full of fear and pain! Moreover, there was a desire to live!

The young man, ‘Aaron,’ clutching his mouth, looked down at his close friend. His body was trembling and tears were streaming down his face. He gritted his teach and turned to run towards the exit of the street.

Dudian’s saw that the undead who was feeding on the youth was alerted by the footsteps of the Aaron. It raised its head towards the source of the sound. Suddenly, it stopped feeding and turned to chase after the Aaron. It’s arms were fluttering, body was swinging as if it was drunk and could fall at any moment. However its speed was extremely fast and it quickly caught up with Aaron.

Aaron heard to the sounds of the movement coming from behind. He turned to look and was horrified as the undead was almost catching up with him. He turned back immediately and took out his dagger. The woman diagonally waved her arm and used her sharp claws to attack Aaron. He lifted his dagger to parry against the claw. He was able to block it but was hit to the ground by the heavy force behind the claw attack of the undead.

Dudian’s was extremely shocked by the sight. At the same time he was frightened to death. If the undead had attacked him in his current condition, he would absolutely die. He was lucky that he hadn’t chosen this street or at the moment he and the other three would have met their end.

As he saw that the youth was gradually overwhelmed by the undead, the idea of withdrawal was sprouted in his mind. At the moment, the idea to go forward to help out the other scavengers, has been left behind in deep parts of his mind. These consortium scavenger have not gone through formal training but had participated in many scavenging expeditions. As a result they had rich experience and got more “God’s blessings” than the newly graduated ones. So their strength should be several times greater than his. If the old timers couldn’t deal with the undead then he was sure to die.

Dudian waved back gently gesturing to back away.

Macon who stood behind the Dudian, although did not see scene but heard the mournful screams and chewing sounds. After all the ruins are too quite and the sound transmission is particularly clear. As he saw Dudian’s gesture, he face chaned. He recalled the earlier attack by the rats and slowly went backwards.

It didn’t took long before another four consortium scavengers came out of the other side of the street. They heard the screams that were echoing out. They quickly rushed out and saw the appalling scene where Aaron’s arm was bitten by the woman undead. Uniform which was normally used as an armor had no resistance against the sharp bites of the undead. The blood gushing out as she bite more and more.

“Kill it!” The newcomer youth’s pupil shrank in horror but he did not go back but roared loudly: “Kill it!” Then he said to the three fellow companions who were besides him: “We should contain it until Scott and the others come over.”

His companions were also horrified. However, as soon as they heard the youth’s commands they didn’t hesitate but headed towards the woman undead in rush.

The dead woman heard the sound, looked up at them. As previously, she stood up in a weird twisted pose. The were no regular patterns to how she waved her arms. She rushed towards the four youth who had come.

The youth roared loudly and as he was running he jumped to kick the undead. He mercilessly kicked the undead woman and flung her out. She fell onto the ground.

Dudian saw the four of them had appeared so he was no longer in hurry to leave. Instead he continued to observe the scene. His heart was in joy as the youth’s kick had affected the undead. However he didn’t rush out to help them as he was scared by the undead agility which he had observed before.

Mason and the other two probed over the sideline to see the fight and taken aghast.

As the youth kicked the undead the other three scavenger immediately stepped forward to hold the Aaron. He was pulled back and left the battlefield.

The undead’s body quickly rose up, made a hoarse roar and menacingly rushed forward to the youth!

The youth was taken back by the mobility of the undead. He used his dagger to cut off the undead. It sliced its arm. But there was no blood that oozed out of its skin. From the cut it could be seen that it was black flesh inside and the blood seemed to be solidified. This had resulted in its body to be extremely hard to be cut. The dagger itself was stuck into the bone.

The youth pupils shrank, holding the hilt, he tried his best to pull it out. But he couldn’t and in this short moment the undead woman moved onto him, raised the other arms and attacked his throat. The claw clasped making a pop sound. It had pierced through the arteries on his neck. Blood spewed out spilling on undead’s arm.

“Wagner!” Three who were dragging Aaron’s body back, saw the scene, cried out in alarm and run back to help him.

Wagner was clutching his neck while his eyes were wide open in shock. He would have never thought that his young life would end in here. He struggled to raise his head to look at the horrifing face of the undead. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed down.

The undead growled and seized his body. It bit on his neck and began to eat his body.

“Monster!” One of the companions, who was a bit chunkier than the rest, cried out loud as he rushed over. Holding his dagger he rushed over to the corpse of the undead.

The undead pushed the body of the handsome Wagner away and swayed towards the on-coming chunky youth.

“Pease, no, don’t go!” The two group mates shouted out.

His eyes were blood red. As he was reaching the undead he took out his dagger and stabbed. He had successfully pierced the chest of the undead but didn’t seem to hurt it a bit.

At this point, the undead attacked the pudgy scavenger. Puchi. The sharp claw pierced through his chunky scavengers cheek. The tip of the claw pricked from the other side of his face. He felt severe pain and wanted to cry out to ease it. But the next moment he saw the ferocious face of the undead approaching his own face. Instinctively, without losing the momentum the undead bit him on the face.

“Pease!” The companion that was behind cried in grid. The other one pulled him to hastily reced back. He hoped to be able to take advantage of time, as undead was eating the pudgy Pease, to escape as far as possible.

Dudian didn’t think that the four consortium scavengers are not a match against an undead which was alone. The most terrible thing was that even thought its chest was pierced it was not affected the least bit. Do the other side is really an immortal monster?

Suddenly, he thought of the dead woman in the bathroom and other corpses that he had seen while searching for materials. He thought of the common thing in all of the bodies which were the scars on their heads!

It didn’t matter whether it was a sword, dagger or arrow injury. All of them were on their heads.

Is the head their fatal point?
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