78 Alghoul (2/2)

Herman shouted a battle cry as a response to the Alghoul's roar and everyone pounced on it. The battle had finally started.

Herman and his squad were the last to move so that they could land a real damaging hit on the Alghoul, however, the first ones who launched their attacks were blown away by the Alghoul's sweeps. The injury they got were not light and at first glance they were goners, but after a few seconds of being motionless, they slowly get up and immediately run up to the Alghoul like nothing had happened.

This surprised Ryan the most. It was as if he was looking at a new breed of undead that his father had created. In fact, they were not undead.

The secret lies on their armor.

Their armor's rune activates immediately when the wearer is lethally or even mortally wounded.

And its job is not to heal their wearer. It was to transfer all damage that's done to them to Clay who was standing with Ryan in his arms this whole time, smiling and making sure Ryan did not cry anymore.

The people did not know of this effect, because aside from the damage transfer, it numbs their mind of the any previous trauma they may receive from the pain and hurt. Of course, this was just an impromptu rune that Clay created, so it was not that thought up. However, for an impromptu rune, it sure does a great job in this situation. It has the downside of still making the wearer experience the pain from their bodies being ripped apart, but the damage itself is not reflected onto their bodies.

Clay's body at this moment had many white scratches on his skin. As the Alghoul's havoc did not really do any damage on him.

On the other hand, the Alghoul had many wounds on its body as slashes and holes were given it by the men. Although it was healing itself, the wounds were not closing as it should have normally. As time passed, almost an hour of this mortal combat, the Alghoul started to fear as well. Clay noticed this and roared, \”The Alghoul is afraid! You have damaged it beyond its comprehension! Do not relent! Attack altogether and finish the job!\”

\”Hurrah!\” Shouts of exultation and battle cries mixed in the answer that he heard from them and the battle intensified until the Alghoul no longer had a choice but to flee. It used its superior muscle abilities to jump up and run towards another direction. The men wanted to follow, however, they had no way to do so, so they panted and looked towards Clay.

\”Let it go! It will lead us to a bigger nest.\”

After Clay announced the battle's end, every soldier shouted in joy and celebrated themselves. Clay on the other hand, made Ryan sleep and tracked the Alghoul towards its \”bigger nest\” and found that there was a cave formation where it entered. There, Clay could see the rest of the Alghoul that a single being controlled.

Clay found a Ghoul, but it looked humanoid. It had eyes, ears, and nose. It even stood up to order the rest of the Alghouls to part and make way for the fleeing Alghoul. Then it started to roar and growl and grunt as if speaking to it. Clay did not pick up any language skill, so it must have spoken to it via a sort of telepathy.

Of course, Clay did not move from his spot. Clay was in actual, still on that battlefield just now with closed eyes. What he sent to follow the fleeing Alghoul was his perception. A sort of Divine Sense derived from his ability to observe all things in the world and how powerful his senses are.

This leader-like fiend slammed its foot onto the cave floor in anger and frustration that the whole cave seemed to almost give way. Then ordered by extending its arm forward and pointing towards the direction where the fleeing Alghoul came from.

\”I see. It wants to go and counterattack.\” Clay was relaxed. It wasn't a threat to him or his current people, so he withdrew his senses and mumbled, \”That's probably a Rotfiend. If not, then I'll just name it that. A higher-level ghoul, a Rotfiend. Nice, witcher.\”