Chapter 182: Harlow’s Predicamen (2/2)

“AHHHHH…” Screamed the werewolf. Yet, if he was going to extricate himself from this plight, he only had himself to rely on. Because of the hotblooded nature of his demonic werewolf bloodline, an uncontrollable bloodthirst overtook him the moment the battle started, spurring him to rush into the very front of the army where Majosha was situated.

Yet because the advent of the four-stars was so sudden and with such numbers, Majosha ended up being tied down herself and wasn’t able to look after Harlow.

As a proud warrior of the demonic werewolves however, he merely roared to suppress the burning pain and even drew strength from it. Knuckles cracking and claws bared, he raked into the skull of the zombie with a violent jerk, tore into the undead’s head and actually severed it right there and then!

Throughout all that, black blood oozed from his ghastly shoulder wound and yet that didn’t faze him in the least as he continued with his relentless onslaught. The undead who dared to stand before him were summarily tore apart in a frenzy of claws. It was almost as if he was a berserker.

However, their numbers didn’t seem to drop in the least bit and while we held the advantage in terms of combat strength, we were still living beings after all. In a drawn out slugfest with the undead, there was no way our stamina would hold out. With no other choice left, I ordered a shipment of souls to be sent to Numila and Eugenia in order to prepare for a second sea of fire.

For the most part, the skeletons were extremely brittle, falling apart with merely a swipe from our warriors. Ironically, that ended up creating problems for Elena who was tasked with collecting the soul flames with her harpies. Barely touching ground for a second, she immediately had to fly off in another direction to harvest the new soul flames.

“Numila, Eugenia, I want the both of you to immediately cast that sea of fire the moment you two are done replenishing your mana. With that many undead arrayed against us, a physical slugfest would only end badly for us.” Right after I said that, I had Elena ship the souls to them before turning my attention back to the battlefield.

As I did so, I so happened to witness the scene of Harlow tearing apart that zombie and also the fact that his shoulder was oozing black blood. He seemed to have been infected. Majosha, noticing this wound as well, rushed to alleviate the pressure off him.

“Evilin, have the dogmen bring Harlow back, quick. If he’s not willing to do so, then…ah, there’s no need for that, Habona has already left.”

Having entered a battle state of her own, Habona had worked herself into a frenzy from all the killing. Before her, these lowly undead were nothing but fodder to sharpen her claws and yet in the midst of all that, she didn’t forget her responsibility as the strongest fighter in our army. She made sure to monitor the situation of those around her at all times.

Thus, the moment she saw her little brother get bitten by that zombie, she immediately rushed off towards him in order to forcefully separate him from the fighting.

Unfortunately, Habona was a step too late and the toxin had already spread throughout his body. Although the demonic werewolves had some resistance towards zombification, it wasn’t, at the end of the day, at the same level as the devils. Furthermore, his furious activity only accelerated the infection rate of the toxin.

As she forced dragged her brother out of the battle, a noticeably shaken Majosha slithered behind them. Being the first to notice his bite wound, her worried self wanted to whisk him away as well but the battlefield being what it was, left her no say in the matter. Her strength simply wasn’t at the level where she could interject herself and extricate him.

The moment they arrived in the safezone, she lowered him onto the floor.

“Harlow, how do you feel right now?”

As his wife, her concern for Harlow trumped even that of Habona’s. As she held him in a tender embrace, her tail coiled circle after circle around the injured werewolf.

“I’m…fine…” Though his body was wrecked with pain, he managed to force out a reassuring smile in a bid to try and calm his wife instead: “Don’t worry, my body isn’t that weak.”

“But the toxin spreads really fast and your body…”

Perhaps she still hadn’t noticed it yet or perhaps she merely feigned ignorance but the Harlow right now reeked of death. It was the unique stench of decomposition that assaulted my sinuses as I looked at the fallen werewolf.

“We need to drain his blood, immediately!” Without wasting another second, Habona gorged out the wound on his shoulder before making a tiny incision on the artery on his wrist. Immediately, the black blood within Harlow gushed out followed by a pained grunt from the werewolf. Perhaps he didn’t want to seem weak but right after that grunt, he bit down on his fangs and forcefully stifled any further expressions of pain.

“If you drain too much blood, he might die instead, we need to transfuse some blood immediately.” Looking at the water hose that was his wrist, I was struck with an ominous feeling in my heart. “Losing that much blood now might worsen his injuries and even…”

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Just like before, this warning came too late. Harlow’s pupils suddenly widened and soon his body began to stiffen up. ‘Was there no hope now?’

“Harlow? Harlow? HARLOW?” Majosha continuously yelled her lover’s name but there was no answer to be heard. As of this moment, Harlow was like a statue. No matter how much she yelled, he wouldn’t answer. All he did was stare ahead with his eyes wide open and body motionless.

It was then that I had no choice but to conclude that…that’s right, there’s no hope. Harlow was…dead.