bdsm-fiction Chapter 559 CH 519: HAMMERED TO DEATH (1)
Chapter 559 CH 519: HAMMERED TO DEATH (1)
Chapter 559 CH 519: HAMMERED TO DEATH (1)
The night was slowly falling and the guards, taking their places were tense, knowing fully well that they might not live to tell the tale tomorrow.
In such a situation, there was no banter, laughter, or mockery as usually done between them.
The soldiers who had never truly had to face any hardship up to now despite the rigorous training finally started to realize that they were not in a picnic. This was not about them having a good time or enjoying themselves but fighting for their continued survival.
‘Ouf...’
Breathing deeply, one the guard looked all around, with sweat covering his forehead and his expression filled with fear at the slightest sound.
‘What I am even doing here?’
He was no professional soldier. He was just a mercenary who had heard of the rewards promised to those who could fight and came to this place.
He admitted that he had been blinded by the allure of riches which made him forget what would most likely happen.
Even so, wasn’t it too harsh?
‘Fuck!’
He cursed the prince inwardly. He should have known that all nobles only had sweet tongues and would never give rewards without hiding some kind of pitfall.
‘Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck this shit!’
The more he waited alone in the darkness, the more unfair he found the situation he was currently in.
What did it means that they never forced him to come?
If becoming soldier was voluntary why not not let those who did not wish to fight anymore go?
In the end, all those selfish bastards only wanted to use them as cannon fodder.
“Fuck. Perhaps I should just desert?”
“Hello.”
“Gaw!”
The man jumped out of his skin and turned around while swinging his spear at full strength.
Even though he was acting so pathetically, he was still an experienced adventurer. In fact, he was sure that he would have reached the Silver rank by now if those bastards didn’t refuse his advancement because of some bullshit reasons like him leaving his comrade alone during a dungeon exploration.
He expected his spear to do some damage but
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His hands trembled and he nearly let go of his spear because of the reactive force while the sounds of metal clashing reached him.
“Oh...”
Simple direct voice, blunt and honest. Nuwa ignored the man who seemed to have been petrified by her words and started walking away once again.
Lifting her skirt, she placed her hand around the stick that was tied down to her thighs and took it away.
She stopped walking the moment she reached a certain distance and then — Without looking behind her to verify if the man did as she told, she went into action.
Whoos!
Her mana stirred greatly and the stick started to become longer and change form until it transformed into a large hammer.
This was a weapon that Theresa had created especially for her. One based on her blood and the skin and scales she shed a few days before leaving the capital.
This was no divine weapon. But Theresa still considered this weapon as one of the best ones she ever ever created. After all, this was a weapon that had created a link with Nuwa and could grow alongside her by devouring the blood of her enemy.
What better weapon could be suited for the Princess of Gluttony?
“What!?”
She ignored the startled screams of the pitiful man behind her and lightly swung her hammer with all her strength against the ground.
[Weak smash]
The hammer hit the ground and then —-
BOOM!
A crater formed, a giant pit that seemed to go for more than five meters in the ground.
The earth rumbled and cracked under the might of her attack, destroying everything around her.
“Argh!”
Someone groaned, a voice different from the weak one behind her. Blood splashed, and a few limbs were reduced to mush.
Observing all this — Only disappointment covered Nuwa’s face.
“Too weak.”
They were too weak to nourish her weapon.
Thankfully. There wasn’t just one or three people like this.
Slowly, she started to sink into the shadow until she vanished.
This night was once again filled with screams. Only, this time not the screams of the soldiers of Lustburg.
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