977 Ashes In The Space

Another space crack dealt another severe blow to the elderly woman and took her out.

"You old bitch! How dare you stop me for so long?" The Undead leader gripped her by her gray-white hair and raised her head.

The grip was so harsh that her hair was partially uprooted and blood flowed from her scalp and dripped down her forehead.

The elderly woman hissed at the pain on the inside but she defiantly glanced at the Undead.

Instead of killing her right away, the Undead slapped her with the back of his hand.

A loud clap rang in the space and the level 9 that were fighting in the distance froze for a moment before glancing in that direction. Their faces paled and the light in their eyes grew dark.

The Undead fighting them saw a chance and were about to attack when a tired and unclear but unyielding voice rang across the space.

"Fie..ht till dea—th!"

The Undead glanced at the old woman whose right cheek was completely smashed. Her bones were visible and blood was flowing out like water breaking a fountain.

That's the reason why she couldn't speak properly. But her words were heard and understood by everyone. They reignited the dying fire and caused the human level 9s to fight back even harder.

"Why? Why do you continue to oppose us? Why can't you just accept defeat like the inferior pests you are?" The Undead raised his hand and slapped her on the left cheek.

Another cloud clap rang in the space and this time, her left cheek was also gone.

She now looked horrifying, like a skull with human skin and some dark red flesh. Now, even her hair was pulled off and she was bleeding from her scalp.

The only thing that looked normal was her eyes. Those old, experienced, and wise eyes continued to stare at him defiantly.

If he willed, he'd have been dead with a single slap. He controlled his strength enough that her head wouldn't break off from her body and only injured her heavily.

He wanted to injure and humiliate her. But her eyes didn't show any fear.

"Why? Why?!" He growled as he slammed his knee into her face. Blood splattered over his armor and her breath grew weak.

He looked at her again. Her facial features long distorted, and her aged but beautiful face was now a bloody mess that didn't even look human.

But those eyes…

"Bitch!" His fingers pierced her eyes and gouged out those defiant eyes.

Her body trembled as a terrible pain coursed through her body and hit every single nerve that was still working.

But she didn't scream out in pain. She didn't utter a single cry. Nor did she even open her mouth to let out a sound.

"Now what do you say?" The Undead laughed at her bloodied face that now had empty sockets. "Come on, glare at me! You bitch! Weren't you staring at me like that? With those eyes?"

As he recalled those eyes, a fear he long thought he forgot shot up his spine. "You dared to stare at me with the same gaze of that bastard Varian! How dare you?! How dare he?! That wretched, inferior, pathetic, and disgusting bastard! How dare he….how dare he…"

The Undead gripped clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. The sound of his knuckles cracking rang out like an explosion and his howls of rage reached the ears of the dying humans.

In those howls was a name that resounded across the human world a few months ago.

Varian…

At that moment, how much they wished he was here. To save them. To create a miracle like he always did.

But he isn't here. He's gone. And he was gone because he stopped this Undead and saved them once.

The eyes of the surviving human soldiers lit up with a mad desire.

"Kill!"

They rushed to their enemies and burst out with a strength they didn't even know they had. They all died in a single minute, but they all took down at least one Undead with them.

It was a glorious and scary sight for the Undead leader.

"You! Even after your death…you bastard!" He gnashed his teeth and stared down at the dying woman that no longer held any semblance of a human being.

She was on her last breath and would die in a blink.

And as that last wisp of her life left her, she raised her head at him.

Her eyes were missing and there were only empty eye sockets there. But for some reason, the Undead leader felt she was staring at him with the same defiant gaze.

"Arghh! You fucking bitch!" He raised his arm to smash her head to pieces but she was already dead by then.

"I'll kill every single one of you!" He kicked her body in the abdomen and due to the sheer force, it exploded into pieces of flesh, blood, and bones.

Then, he signaled to the fire awakeners in his group and had them burn all the corpses into ashes.

"If they're lucky, they might get a funeral. They don't deserve it." He smiled with madness.

His followers didn't notice it as they were Undead, but after he was reborn, the Undead leader lost most of his qualities that made him an abyssal. Now, he's fueled by the instinct side of things.

It wanted him to kill, kill and kill some more. He craved violence, pain, and suffering. As he grew more animalistic, this mission turned out to be not just a mission for him, but also his source of enjoyment.

"Let's go! To Neptune! To kill those pesky insects that refuse to die! To crush the resistance that stops the renaissance of our great civilization!" With roaring laughter, he led his troops forward.

Silence once again returned to the asteroid belt, leaving the ashes of the warriors drifting aimlessly.

Even during the last moments of their lives, they hoped for it desperately.

But the miracle never came.