Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 893

Chapter 893: Cheeky Escape Chapter 893: Cheeky Escape From MC’s Perspective: A searing pain erupted across my entire body, every nerve screaming in agony.

Blood trickled warmly down my skin, a stark contrast to the icy fear that gripped me.

I was running, fleeing for my life, when a sudden, overwhelming sense of danger washed over me.

Boom!

Before I could react, a crushing force slammed into my back.

It felt like being hit by a cannonball.

My body was propelled forward, careening through the dense undergrowth.

The world spun into a blur of green and brown as I crashed into a cluster of trees.

A guttural groan escaped my lips.

The pain was excruciating, a level of suffering I hadn’t experienced in what felt like lifetimes.

Simon’s laughter echoed through the forest, a cruel and mocking sound.

His exhilaration was palpable, the sadistic pleasure of hunting down a wounded prey.

“It’s a shame I can’t record this,” he muttered to himself, his voice dripping with contempt.

The thought of sharing this moment with others was clearly intoxicating to him.

But if he tried to capture it, he’d be making a fatal mistake.

My mind raced as I lay on the forest floor, every breath a painful effort.

My back throbbed with a sickening intensity, and I feared my spine might be broken.

I couldn’t allow this humiliation to continue.

A desperate plan formed in my mind.

I needed to lure Simon into the territory of the Red Nosed Monkey Monsters.

I was certain I had stumbled upon their domain earlier, but there was no sign of them now.

Where could they be?

Simon’s triumphant grin widened as he approached my fallen form.

The hunter was about to become the hunted.

This was no longer a game for him.

As the leader of the hunting team, he knew it was time to finish the job.

Meanwhile, the warriors burst through the undergrowth, their eyes scanning the area frantically.

There, in a macabre tableau, they found Simon standing over the prone figure of Zack Lockwood.

A collective sigh of relief escaped their lips as they confirmed Simon’s capture.

Yet, their relief was short-lived.

Their gaze fell upon Lockwood, his body a grotesque canvas of crimson.

Shock, disbelief, and a tinge of fear mingled in their expressions.

“Is that really Zack Lockwood?” one warrior whispered, their voice trembling.

“Didn’t he have those life-saving items?” another questioned, confusion etched on their face.

“This is too risky,” a third declared, their voice filled with urgency.

“Finish him off and let’s get out of here.” A flurry of hushed conversations erupted among the warriors as they scrambled to reach Simon’s side.

Their focus was razor-sharp, their bodies tense with anticipation.

Simon stood over Lockwood, a sinister grin plastered across his face.

His eyes gleamed with a predatory satisfaction as he surveyed his handiwork.

“Zack Lockwood,” he hissed, his voice dripping with venom, “your end is nigh.” With a swift movement, he raised his fist, ready to deliver the final blow.

A flicker of a smile tugged at my lips as a surge of adrenaline coursed through me.

In the depths of my mind, I could see them – a horde of monstrous creatures, their forms growing larger with each passing second.

They were coming, and they were coming fast.

The warriors converged on Simon, their bodies tensed and ready for action.

His fist, mere inches from Zack Lockwood’s skull, hovered in midair.

Then, as abruptly as it had risen, his hand dropped.

A look of shock and terror replaced the triumphant smirk on his face.

“Simon, what’s wrong?” one of the warriors demanded, confusion etched on their face.

“A horde of monsters is charging towards us,” Simon gasped, his voice barely audible.

“There are multiple Class-7 monsters and I sense a Class-8 lurking among them.

We need to leave immediately.” A wave of panic swept through the group.

Their faces paled as the gravity of the situation sank in.

A Class-8 monster was no ordinary threat; it was a harbinger of doom.

Simon’s gaze fell back to Zack, a flicker of regret passing through his eyes.

It was a fleeting moment, quickly replaced by a cold, hard determination.

“I suppose you’re destined to become monster fodder,” he said flatly.

One of the warriors, their greed momentarily overcoming their fear, suggested, “Can we loot his storage ring?” Simon shook his head vehemently.

“No chance.

That would draw unwanted attention.

Besides, we don’t know if it’s tracked.

We simply don’t have time for that.” With a final glance at the horrific scene before them, the group turned and fled, their hearts pounding in their chests.

The forest, once a place of hunting, had transformed into a deadly arena.

A wave of relief washed over me.

Engaging a Commander-rank warrior in my current state was tantamount to suicide.

But my respite was short-lived.

The ground beneath me began to tremble with increasing intensity.

The reality of my predicament crashed down upon me.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in my body, I focused on my options.

A desperate plan formed in my mind.

I reached for the Destruction Bead, a gift from my teacher.

Its aura pulsed with an otherworldly energy, a promise of both immense power and unpredictable consequences.

It was a gamble, but it might be my only chance.

With trembling hands, I lowered myself to the ground, the bead clutched tightly in my palm.

The earth shuddered once more, and then, in an instant, the world before me transformed.

The verdant bushes vanished, replaced by a terrifying spectacle – a monstrous horde bearing down upon me.

My eyes widened in astonishment as the monstrous horde materialized before me.

It was not the chaotic mob of monsters I had anticipated but a disciplined army of Red Nosed Monkey Monsters, flanked by other, lesser ape-like species.

A wave of realization washed over me.

I was deep within the Red Nosed Monkey Monsters’ territory, and their aggressive charge was a direct response to the intrusion of Simon and his group.

In the blink of an eye, the vanguard of Red Nosed Monkey Monsters was upon me.

Yet, just as swiftly, they halted, their bodies rigid with tension.

Their beady eyes, filled with primal intelligence, were fixed on the Destruction Bead clutched in my hand.

A flicker of fear, an almost human-like emotion, darted across their faces.

The Class-7 monsters behind them, sensing the hesitation of their leaders, also ground to a halt, creating a ripple effect that halted the entire horde.

A triumphant grin spread across my face as I witnessed the horde’s reaction to the Destruction Bead.

This was my chance.

I swiftly retrieved a healing potion from my storage ring and downed it in one gulp.

My body was already channeling healing essence to staunch the bleeding, and this potion would accelerate the recovery process.

Meanwhile, a colossal figure emerged from the depths of the forest.

A Class-8 Red Nosed Monkey Monster, towering at an imposing fifteen feet, resembled a small mountain brought to life.

Its crimson nose and jagged teeth were as fearsome as the legends foretold.

The creature’s gaze locked onto me, the injured intruder, before shifting to the ominous orb in my hand.

A flicker of intelligence, mixed with a tinge of fear, danced in its eyes as it recognized the object’s deadly potential.

Torn between its primal instinct to eliminate threats and its survival instinct, the monstrous ape hesitated.

The scent of fear from the fleeing humans still lingered in the air, yet the allure of a final kill was undeniable.

The monstrous ape hesitated, its mind grappling with the unknown power emanating from the Destruction Bead.

In the end, prudence prevailed over its predatory instincts.

With a thunderous roar, a reluctant retreat was ordered.

The horde responded with a chorus of echoing roars, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and frustration as they disappeared back into the dense undergrowth.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as the last of the monsters vanished.

Leaning back against the sturdy trunk of a nearby tree, I carefully returned the Destruction Bead to my storage ring.

Today had been a harrowing ordeal, far beyond anything I had anticipated.

To think that someone would dare provoke a Silver Mark Warrior was sheer madness.

Yet, here I stood, alive and relatively unscathed.

A flicker of determination ignited in my eyes as I thought about Simon.

This was far from over.

The seeds of vengeance had been sown, and I would ensure they bore fruit.

Time crept by as I concentrated on my recovery.

The pain was still intense, but the healing essence was gradually knitting my wounds.

I was incredibly fortunate that Simon hadn’t resorted to his elemental abilities.

If he had, the outcome could have been catastrophic.

As darkness began to envelop the forest, I assessed my condition.

Most of my external injuries had healed, but the fractures in my body were still a cause for concern.

It was clear that I needed to return to the headquarters for proper medical attention.

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