Chapter 38 - The Don and Assaults of the Rooters 3 (1/2)

The priestess and the leader of the group of assailants were on the side, talking about the new trend of clothes in the public. Both of them enjoyed the girlish-talk with each other.

On the other side, Hermes had deeply analyzed the situation they were in. He truly believed that the girl was buying them time for the children to escape from their radar. Therefore, he came out of the idea of using his demon box to absorb everyone inside.

”Slime, do you think my plan will work?” asked Hermes, gravely. ”There's only forty-six percent of chance, master,” the slime answered.

”Forty-six, huh,” he grimaced. ”Master, don't worry about it. The result ain't that bad at all, so there's a bit chance for you to accomplish your objective. It is according to the calculation I acc.u.mulate in this place.,” the slime consoled.

”There's a lot of things I want to learn about the demon box, but I don't know how to use it for combat. Damn it, this is not good. Not good,” Hermes sighed.

”Master, the soul of these people looks so tasty. Can you activate me now to eat these sinners?” the slime asked. ”D, do you think I will do something crazy in this situation? I'm not that fool,” he murmured that only he and the slime could hear.

”Sir. Aljen, where should we go?” inquired Mambo. ”There's a narrow area connected to this forest. Go there and use that path for extraction. Then, jump out of the river and use the flow,” Hermes said.

”There's only a single path, sir. They will absolutely catch up with us though,” Mambo fretted with cold sweat. ”That's exactly why we're going to divide their attention,” Hermes convinced.

”B, brother, can we really escape from these people? I'm scared,” she shuddered. ”Yes, we can. This big brother here guarantees that everyone will go home safely,” Hermes assured, pounding once a hand on his c.h.e.s.t. One winked of an eye.

July's lips upturned and nodded with delight.

”Troy, take care of your sister, okay,” Hermes petted the little boy's head. ”Yes, brother,” Troy nodded, broad smile.

”When shall we move, sir?” inquired Mambo. ”Just wait for my signal. I will raise my hand when the time is right. Don't do anything stupid while your master is doing her job,” Hermes advised, gravely.

”Y, Yes, sir. Please, take good care of my master. She really loves you so much. I know she's naive and clumsy sometimes, but bear in mind, she's still a child like you. I know you're not an ordinary boy, Sir Aljen. This is why I will leave my master under your care temporarily,” Mambo begged. ”I know that. There's no need to remind it, okay. I swear on my parent's grave that I will protect her no matter what,” Hermes guaranteed.

”Thank you, sir. I will entrust my master's life unto you,” said Mambo. He placed a hand on his c.h.e.s.t and bowed his head in respect.

”Hey, slime, do you think I will succeed in trapping this madman inside of the box by touching him?” asked Hermes, gravely.

The slime calculated the percentage of the success rate, and it gladly informed him of the good news.

”Master, there's a hundred percent chance for you to trap him if you do that,” the slime guaranteed.

”Tell me, how can I possibly entrap him inside of it? Tell me the right procedure so I won't fail,” inquired Hermes. ”All you have to do is to get closer to the target and wait for the right timing to activate it,” the slime explained briefly.

”Do you think I can do it?” queried Hermes. ”Yes, master. Despite the fact you're a magicless-born user, the power of the box will be empowered through my support. We're one body and mind, so there's no way for us to fail. No more no less,” the slime asserted.

”Tell me the right procedure to activate,” Hermes commanded. ”Let me show you through this mask, master.”

A few seconds later, the slime showed him everything he should do to use it in combat within a seconds.

Hermes clenched his fists, lips pursed. His eyes turned sharp as he slowly began to walk forward to his target.

”Now then, girl. Would you like me to buy that dress of yours?” Arak asked. ”Never,” said Venus, gravely.

Arak giggled.

”C'mon girl, name your price. I can guarantee that I will spare a large amount to luzers for that,” he insisted.

Her cheeks puffed widely as she adamantly declined.

”No, never. This is a gift of my father so nope,” she declared.

”Hey, Arak,” Hermes called. He tapped his shoulder and placed his hands behind his waist after he got his attention.

The leader of the group turned his gaze at him.

”What do you want? Can you see that we're busy here, ” replied Arak with an annoying tone. ”The situation has changed, hasn't it? Well then, allow me to show you something real quick,” Hermes said, pulling a small box out of his pocket.

Arak and the priestess looked at the box.

”Wait, is that what I think it is? T-t-the Opalnim,” he fretted. ”Yep,” Hermes nodded, rolled the tiny object down from his palm to the ground.

Arak jumped away before it's too late. The Priestess, on the other hand, tilted her head with a confused face.

Hermes pulled her next to him, and this surprised her too much. Her cheeks turned red when he covered her by hugging her.

”[Laqueum]” Hermes commanded.

The box ignited and half of the group of the bandits within the area got absorbed.

”Y, you bastard!” Arak grimaced.

”Mambo, now!” Hermes directed, pointing his index to the extraction point.

The black man nodded and he carried the children away from the danger zone. Then, he entered the path that the young Don instructed him to go.

”Damn, I thought you're buying us some time for the children to escape, but to think you're having a long discussion with that guy. You're really a weird woman, Venus,” Hermes placed a hand on his forehead and heaved a sigh.

”Eh? I told you. I wanted to chat with him because he's a fellow fashionista like me,” said Venus with a stumble tone.

”Nevermind. Run to that direction and follow them too,” Hermes instructed and pulled out his caliber 38 pistol from his jacket.

”What are you going to do?” asked Venus, worryingly. ”I'm going to buy us time. It's unfortunate that I fail to capture that Arak guy, so I have to take responsibility. Go now before those people call for back up,” Hermes discussed.

”Master, the demon box has returned inside of me. We need to go,” the slime reminded.

Hermes noticed that the priestess didn't follow his instruction and instead, she stayed beside him.

”Venus, why are you still here? Get out of here now,” Hermes demanded. ”No, I'm coming with you.”

”I told you to get away from here. Oh shit ― dodge,” he pushed her away before the ice bullet hit her.

She fell on the ground from the impact thereafter.

”O, ouch,” she said after she luckily evaded the attack. She rubbed her b.u.t.t and massaged her joints.

”This is what I want to avoid. Venus, please don't do anything stupid. He's only after me,” Hermes ranted. ”No, please,” she stopped moving after one of the feet got a spring injury.

'Please don't die on me,' she prayed.

Hermes ran away from her and called Arak's attention to prevent him from attacking her again.

”You can run, but you can't hide, child!” Arak cackled.

”I can run but you can die, pal,” Hermes chuckled.

”I'm not a pal but a girl. You're disrespecting the LGBT community, child” Arak fumed, releasing a big spiral of ice magic towards him.

”I respect LGBT since my country doesn't discriminate your race. But to be honest, you're releasing pedo vibes to that little boy, so don't meddle yourself to those humble people. Shut the f.u.c.k up, you freak,” Hermes argued.

This nation had a law that everyone was equal.

”F, f, freak? You're calling me a freak now? How dare you. Take this,” Arak grimaced, shooting him with a sphere with the size of his long legs.

Despite the close encounter, Hermes easily evaded his attacks multiple times.

”Ha ha, you missed!” he scoffed.

”F, f, for real? You got some guts to mock the Great Tamer of Scily Island, child. Then, how about you meet my pets?” Arak fumed as he summoned his monsters by one whistle blow.

”Summon the Tommy gun right now,” Hermes ordered. ”Yes, master,” the slime obediently followed.

The young Don returned the pistol in his jacket, and he waited for the submachine gun to appear on his hands. Then, he grabbed it tightly and locked his eyes at the enemies.

Four demon wolves appeared. They had large teeth with a size of a horn of an elephant, and their height was two meters tall than an ordinary wolf.

”Oh, shit. That's not even funny, you gay. Fight me fair and square,” said Hermes as he shot the first wolf who tried to smash his head with his submachine gun, and he successfully repelled the next assault when he ducked his head.

He jumped onward, slid down on the slope and then, locked his eyes at the second wolf. He changed his magazine with a logo of tier 7 bullets thereafter.

”Take this you motherf.u.c.k.i.n.g dog!” Arak cursed as he kept shooting him with his offensive magic spells.

The demon wolf's head got pierced into pieces and died instantly from the powerful impact of the bullets.

”Oh, my gosh, Richardo. You killed my Richardo. How dare you do that to my favorite Richardo,” Arak fumed and he shot the young Don with new ice bullets.

Hermes dodged the assault and he jumped on the tree before the spell destroyed the surface.

”Go, Messi, Ronaldo, and Suarez. Kill that filthy child. Kill him. Rip and tear until he's done,” he commanded.

'What is that? Name of the formidable and known soccer players?' Hermes said inside his mind, curling one's upper lip.

He tried to kill the monsters but he missed it. He changed his magazine quickly before the next assault came in.

One of the wolves used its skill of summoning a dozen small size version of it. It ordered its henchmen to attack him in every direction.

”Master, there are six on the left side and eight on the right. You need to kill the host before they took the initiative to kill you at once,” the slime warned.

Hermes reloaded his gun and he replied, ”Roger. Track down the host, slime.”

”Sir, kill the one on the third one on the right side. It's the host of all twelve cubs,” the slime advised.

”Take this, you motherf.u.c.kers!” he locked his gun at the host and successfully hit its head.

The two remaining huge wolves jumped away from their brother after it died. At the same time, the henchmen disappeared in an instant.

”Master, the wolves are going to summon their henchmen.”

”Copy,” he locked his eyes at the targets, but unfortunately, he's out of ammo.

”Master, you have no ammo left. You need to change your weapon right now. Please open the newspaper to read the file. I'm going to initiate combat mode.”

Hermes pulled out the newspaper from his pocket and read the content.

<<Weapon 1: Mr. Tommy Gun. Magazines: Out of ammo>>

<<Weapon 2: Is available.>?

<<Do you want to summon Genesis? Caliber 45. Magazine: Seven units.>>

Hermes said, ”Yes, I want it now.”

<<Affirmative.>>