67 Lost Soul (2/2)
”Found~You!”
*Thump*Thump*
Before he could even shoot, he felt his legs getting ripped apart. He aimed at the ground shooting a strong blast of wind neatly landing on a ledge. As of now, he was simply a single armed torso and head. Old Bones looked behind him two of the coffins that were remaining had their lids shifted to the sides. A wind blow past as two boys stood at the ledge opposite of him, one wielding a scythe and the other an axe.
”How did you...If I shot any of the others, you'd be dead...”
The scythe wielding boy rested the scythe around the back of his neck and stared back at the skeleton.
”Honestly it was just luck...We just chose the coffins furthest away.”
Old bones rubbed his skull with his rifle in thought. He seemed to be blaming himself for his miscalculation.
”Ah...must be getting old. Well, guess I have no choice.”
Old Bones straightened up his back and looked at the stars. The red stars started to shift forming a circle, then the blues around it. He raised the rifle and pointed at the sky shooting a single shot in the middle.
”Soldiers of mine, hear my call. Your king calls upon your power, your body and your blood. Unite together and fight as one.”
*Grrr*
”We should get out!”
Slowly one by one, the undead ambled congregating around the shrine. From the maze hundreds if not thousands of them slowly filled up the necropolis. Even the coffins near the center began to open up with more intact corpses crawling out. As they neared their king, their bones dissolved into a substance resembling neither gas nor solid shooting slowly fixing up the broken bones in his body. The flesh and blood were next as body parts floated in the air shrouding Old Bones completely.
”Harvest Slash”
A blade of energy shot forwards in attempt to harm what was within however only to be blocked by hordes of loyal followers. From this shell of body parts, a man stepped out. He looked around 20 years of age. His red eyes glowed in the dark as the moon reflected against his chiseled face. He wore a black coat with golden trimmings that only added onto his regal appearance. In his hand was a different rifle, one that looks untarnished by time and in brand new condition. Constructed of mostly of black steel, there were golden engravings the wooden handle spelling out the words,'Time Taker'. The man stretched his neck slightly cracking it as he twisted it.
”It's been a millennia or so since I have been in this form.”
The handsome face smiled proudly as he watched the children look back in awe.
”Do you like what you see?” he said as he lifted his rifle up to his face.
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”Who is he?”
Wang Mei looked at the old man in confusion. Although she was told to not be surprised, it was a feeling she couldn't help.
”Actually, I don't know. Every time it was fought, it was defeated before this happens. If I were to guess, he probably is one of the lost souls of the abyss.”
”Lost soul?”
”A soul captured by the abyss to use as its own. However, there has been little to no documentation of any of the souls being freed.”
The old man took out a notebook and a pen and stared intently at the screen. He didn't want to lose any of the precious data.
”Such a handsome man...what a shame...”
”Did you say something?”
”Oh it's nothing.”
Wang Mei shut her mouth quickly. It seems like she blurted out her thoughts unconsciously.
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”Farmer...Dragon...and of course Glutton...Be ready for I am not going to go easy.”
The man aimed his rifle at one of them and pulled the trigger.
*Bang*