Chapter 557 - Hello (2/2)
Hutch looked over the battlefield with a frown, a sharp aura twirling around him.
As a warrior with so much experience, he was the most aware when there was something wrong with his body. And, at this moment, there was most definitely something wrong.
Yet, not only could he not seem to do anything about it, he wasn't even aware of what the main issue was to begin with. He found it completely baffling even with his years of life.
'So… This is the true Dimensional Verse…'
Hutch smiled bitterly, looking up at the sky to give his eyes a break from the carnage happening before him. He seemed to be the oldest he had been in a very long time, his wrinkles becoming far deeper and his eyes becoming more sunken.
As old as he was, Hutch had never gotten a true taste of the vast universe before. He lamented that he was born too early, that his blade wouldn't get to taste the blood of worlds yet unseen.
However, he was lucky enough that this old body of his managed to hold on to the end, to make it here. Now, he had a chance to live for longer, to live out those fanciful dreams he had had as a child.
Unfortunately, reality was cruel.
Who would have known that in one moment, he would be speaking of the valiant Slayer Legion and in the next… He would be watching his warriors die, one after another.
There were no fanciful dreams to be found on this battlefield, no childhood fantasies, nothing that could bring a smile to his face. If Hutch's enemies knew that he was having such thoughts, they might very well be stunned to early deaths.
This was Hacker Hutch, a man who should have long since became used to the cruelty of the battlefield. For a person like him, being shocked by blood and gore shouldn't have been possible, let alone being hurt by it.
But… This was very much different. The change was too abrupt.
It felt as though what he had been looking for was right in the palm of his hands, only for it to be snatched before he could even think of making use of it.
Hutch looked down at the blade in his hand. As the acting commander, it had yet to taste a thing from this battlefield. It remained silent, its bloodthirst restrained from the senses of those around it, the pitiful wails of Hutch's soul seemingly trapped within.
'I guess there's not much of a choice remaining. It's either we go all out, or we all die here.'
Hutch brandished his machete. With a single step forward, the waters beneath him rippled outward before becoming still beyond compare. None of the battle around him seemed capable of affecting his territory in the slightest.
He was Hacker Hutch.. If death was waiting for him, he'd be the first to say hello.