Roaaarrrr!
Suddenly, a long, frightening scream came from inside the palace. Echoes resonated throughout the
entire area, turning Alex and the othersâ faces pale.
âDid you guys hear that?â Nora asked.
âOh sh*t! Have they woken up now?â Butcher had big eyes, hence widening made them look like they
were bulging out.
âOh no!â Dawn looked towards the palace as her heart sank to the bottom of the sea.
Martiny said, âWe canât let them get out of this place. Not only would Japan be demolished, but they
might also get to America, then spread around the entire world.â
Alex nodded. âLetâs get to the entrance. As long as we stand guard, we might just pull this off.â
Everyone thought it was a good idea. Guarding the entrance meant that they didnât have to deal with
that many Forerunners in one go. They took their weapons out and rushed toward the palace entrance.
Alex called out to them. âWait, let me put a Zharvakko formation circle there, or weâll be in trouble once
we get infected by those creatures.â
He formed it with great speed, not wasting any time. He drew out a Zharvakko talisman and formed a
ten meter formation circle at the door with his blood as a medium using his fingertips.
However, before he could activate the circle, one of the Forerunners noticed Alex. It looked like a jackal
that walked on two feet. It had long limbs, a pointy mouth, and blood-red eyes.
It landed on the ground with a loud thud but was slightly confused after watching Alexâs rapid
movements.
However, five seconds later, its instincts kicked in. It let out a long roar before lunging towards the
entrance.
âItâs coming! Itâs coming!â
Alex wasnât the only one there. Everyone else knew they were facing a very formidable opponent.
Everyoneâs spiritual energy was radiating, especially the ones from the Flying Eagles. Since they were
all super-warriors, who had followed Jade through life and death, theyâd never back down from a fight,
but instead, great bloodthirst within them would be triggered.
Boom!
The demonic Chi within the Forerunner boiled.
As it was ten meters away from the entrance, it leaped from the ground and hated its sharp teeth.
âLet me have the first kill!â A chubby man rushed up to it immediately, holding two half-meter-long
swords. He might be 220 pounds, but he had quite the agility. Swiftly swinging his swords, he managed
to slash two deep cuts into the Forerunnerâs stomach, causing its blood to splatter all over the place.
He even ended up being drenched in blood.
The Forerunner fell to the ground and was unable to get up at all. It let out a sad wail before taking its
last breath.
The chubby man was Gordon Gutierrez, but he had an elegant nickname within the Flying Eagles,
which was Danseur.
With just one attack, he managed to get the first kill. Danseur randomly posed in a dance position.
âHehe! Thatâs not that bad. Itâs not even as durable as those wolf demons back in the boundary.â
Bunty joked. âHey Danseur, youâre getting fatter again. If this goes on, you wonât be able to find a dance
partner.â
Danseur kicked the Forerunnerâs corpse and smiled. âWill you be my dance partner if I go on a diet?â
Bunty smiled sweetly. âYou have to ask my man.â
Butcher grinned and hugged Buntyâs waist. âI havenât had meat in days, so Iâm pretty hungry. Hey
chubs, think you have too much meat for your own good?â
Attempting to suck in his tummy, Danseur said, âShow off too much, and you might off yourself earlier!â
âOh, get lost! No one likes you, chubs!â
ââ¦â
Alex lifted his gaze to look at them and thought that these people seemed quite interesting. Such a dull
battle needed some spice, after all.
It was then that he sensed something. He took a glance at the Forerunnerâs corpse and yelled.
âCareful! Below your feet!â
âWhatâs there?â Danseur lowered his head.
The corpse jumped up out of nowhere and bit Danseur on his back.
âOh!â