pjbooks Chapter 375 What exactly are you?
Chapter 375 What exactly are you?
# Chapter 375
The moment Nabatay received the order,
Without pausing for a second, he led his men directly towards the dense group of dark figures.
The column of gray-green soul flames, like a swarm of sharp arrows, swept in unison towards the pure black ocean.
Nabatai, who was at the forefront, did not hesitate to sweep his blade across the dark figure in front of him. With one strike, the three dark figures shattered.
Before the shadowy figures could swarm forward, the undead warriors who followed behind had already charged in.
In an instant, the gray-green soul fire and pure black smoke intertwined in the darkness.
An eerie wail echoed through the black forest, instantly transforming the entire forest into a terrifying hellscape.
After the two sides clashed, the battlefield gradually unfolded.
More than 500 dark figures faced off against 200 undead.
No matter how you look at it, the advantage lies with the shadowy side.
However, the difference in quantity and the difference in quality are completely different things.
The undead ignored the surging shadows and began a frenzied slaughter and devouring.
At this moment, these undead warriors, having absorbed and upgraded themselves, were almost killing the shadowy figures with a single strike, their efficiency was ridiculously high.
Black smoke rose continuously, only to be swallowed up by the undead.
Slaughter makes you stronger, and then you create even greater slaughter.
All of this, in a recurring cycle, seemed to be trapped in a vicious circle.
Lin Fan watched this scene from behind, with only one thought in his mind...
That is slaughter, endless slaughter, which drives the Nabatae and their kind to evolve wildly.
"alright."
Lin Fan withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the five hounds behind him.
The five people stood still, their eyes fixed on the battlefield in the distance.
His expression... was very subtle.
It wasn't fear, it wasn't shock, but rather a kind of... a focus with a unique flavor.
That expression seemed to suggest a mix of calculation and pity, or perhaps a sense of reluctance...
Lin Fan saw all of this and his lips twitched slightly.
"What's wrong, are you engrossed in watching?"
The hound was snapped out of his daze by his shout and quickly forced a smile:
"No, no. It's just that it's the first time I've seen something like this, and it's a bit...shocking."
"Yeah?"
Lin Fan had his hands in his pockets, his expression casual.
"You stayed here for two days, with those dark figures hovering in front of you for two days, weren't you scared at all?"
The hound's smile froze for a moment.
"I'm scared...of course I'm scared."
"Um."
Lin Fan nodded, didn't ask any further questions, turned his back to the five people, and looked back at the battlefield.
He had his back to them.
Her back was completely exposed.
The five members of the Hound stood still and exchanged glances.
Lin Fan, still with his back to them, watched the Nabataean army advance deeper and deeper into the distance, his voice tinged with a hint of emotion:
"What...what are these dark figures?"
"No, I don't know..." the hound replied.
"Yeah, who knows?"
Lin Fan nodded, his tone casual.
"However, I did discover something interesting."
"Wha...what is it?"
"The five of you have been trapped here for two days, why haven't those shadowy figures attacked you?"
Lin Fan seemed to be asking them a question, but before they could answer, he continued speaking to himself.
"There's something else that's very strange."
Before I met you, those shadowy figures relentlessly pursued me.
"But since you joined, they've appeared less and less frequently..."
As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly.
"Why do you think that is?"
As soon as he said that, you could clearly feel the surrounding air become quiet.
Lin Fan remained calm, a subtle, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.
The expressions on the faces of the five members of the Hound were completely frozen.
However, the next second, the hunting dog, which had been frozen, suddenly moved without warning.
His movements were so fast that Lin Fan only saw a black object shooting towards him out of the corner of his eye, without even making a sound.
If Lin Fan were just an ordinary person at this moment, he would definitely have died with resentment.
But Lin Fan saw it clearly.
That dark figure wasn't any weapon, but rather...
hand!
No, that's not right.
At this point, it's no longer realistic to call that thing a hand.
Then the hound's entire arm transformed into a jet-black spike, which pierced straight toward his chest.
The whole process can be described as fast, accurate, and ruthless.
If it were an ordinary person, this would definitely be fatal.
But Lin Fan...
He didn't even change his expression, as if he had been prepared all along.
"I've been waiting for you for ages."
As he finished speaking, he slightly shifted his body, and the black spike grazed his ribs.
In the next instant, Lin Fan's left hand, already covered in black scales, grabbed the black spike.
click-
With just a little force, a crisp sound rang out.
The hound's conjured black spiked arm was crushed by him with such ease.
Looking at the black fragments flying everywhere, Lin Fan, who had been expressionless, couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
He had absolutely no idea what the other party had conjured up...
It's surprisingly brittle.
It crumbles with the slightest touch.
Black fragments scattered everywhere, and the Hound was thrown forward by the force.
But he did not cry out in pain, nor did he scream in agony.
At the severed end of the crushed arm, there was no blood, only a thick, black liquid slowly flowing out.
"really."
Recovering from his surprise, Lin Fan looked at the liquid slowly flowing from the other person's wound and revealed an expression of "I knew it."
As if to confirm his words, the expression on the hunting dog, whose arm had been crushed in half, also began to change.
The previous respectful, nervous, and fearful demeanor was gone.
Instead, all that remains is coldness and numbness.
"When did you find out?"
The hound suddenly spoke, and its voice changed.
It was no longer the slightly tense tone from before, but a flat, almost mechanical one.
"I started to have doubts when I saw you guys."
Lin Fan didn't hide anything and flexed his wrist.
"How should I put it... your acting skills are really quite mediocre."
"Really? I think we've hidden it very well?"
"very good?"
Lin Fan shook his head and laughed as if he had heard a joke, saying...
"It seems you still don't understand humans."
Don't you think it's unreasonable that the Hounds have been trapped here for two days without a single injury?
"And that other reason you came up with, that the shadowy figure didn't attack you."
That's a ridiculous excuse. Our whole group was chased and beaten up before, and only the five of you were unharmed?
"Of course, the most important thing is that since you followed me, the shadows around us have started to decrease."
"so……"
Lin Fan looked at the hunting dog, his tone calm.
"Could you please tell me... what exactly are you?"
Was it controlled by the shadowy figure?
Or are the real hounds dead, and you're just wearing their skins?