Constantine ran with all his might while evading the attacks of the three ten-meter-tall dooms chasing him from behind. As long as it didn't affect his speed, Constantine didn't bother to even block the attacks, and he simply zigzagged his way through the entire volley.One good thing about the doom world was its vast open space. It allowed for multiple kinds of maneuvers to be carried out in space, whether it came to evading or attacking freely. Also, with the vast open space, it made it easy to spot a sandstorm from afar and tell whether a doom herd was approaching and the strength of the herd. This way, one can avoid it on time before the meeting.Of course, if your luck was terrible, and you met a large herd with a doom capable of sporting you from a very far distance, then you can only have yourself to blame if you end up being pursued.Just like right now, previously when Constantine had spotted the herd that he suspected a ten-meter tall doom to be present in, he was able to av

After taking a quick look, Constantine turned around again and ran away into the distance at the fastest speed he was capable of. The time on his power up was running out and he would return to normal any moment now. When he did, Constantine would be in a weakened state for a while and he definitely didn't want to be around when that happened.With the onset of the clash between the five ten-meter tall dooms, the other dooms in the herd had mostly been vaporized and turned to dust flying in the air and mixing with the sands in the desert. But the few of them that managed to survive were the more powerful dooms. They were mostly five-meter tall dooms and a few four-meter tall dooms in the mix. You would think that these dooms, after surviving a crisis and running far away from the disaster area, would gather around together to watch the battle while waiting for the outcome... but that's not the case at all.Right now, the whole area had turned into pandemonium following the clash, and

Constantine didn't stay long in that place. After roughly checking for any traces of the soldiers and not finding any, he quickly moved on.Constantine raised his head to the sky as he extended his senses outward to feel the magnetic fields in the air. With his own magnetic field amplifying his senses, Constantine managed to discover traces of the soldier's residual magnetic wave emissions.These traces had almost been completely wiped away due to the long time that had passed. Thankfully, they were not completely gone, so Constantine could still track the soldiers down. Having gotten a direction, Constantine picked himself up and set off.It was another long and bothersome trek for Constantine. there did not seem to be a concept of night and day in this world. Ever since Constantine had woken up here, the sun had always been high up in the sky, with no indications of it ever setting. It was like high noon every single hour of the day. This made it hard for Constantine to tell how lon

Constantine was currently buried under a dune as he hid from the countless dooms in the area. With his head poking outside just slightly so that he could observe his surroundings, Constantine monitored the movement of the dooms lest he unknowingly be crushed underfoot.There were many dooms passing by Constantine's hideout, with most of them just standing in place and staring into the distance.From the perspective of a race, these dooms could be considered a low-level race. Compared to the more complex humans that possess a wide range of complicated and unpredictable emotions and thoughts, dooms were simple creatures that possessed only the most basic instinct for survival.They were akin to lions of the plains... creatures that possess no form of desire other than what their instincts dictate.For the first time, Constantine was witnessing dooms of all sizes gathered together in the same place without any conflict arising. There were none of the mad scrambles to devour the origins o

"Captain, the dooms are putting too much pressure on the defense and we are slowly being pushed back." A soldier reported to the captain of the team Constantine saved."We won't be able to hold on for much longer captain... we need to retreat."The captain in question was frowning, deep in thought. To be honest, he too knew that their situation was not optimistic. It had been a very long time since they had returned, but still, Constantine had not arrived yet. Even the captain dint hold on too much hope that he would arrive now after all this time.But the captain was very reluctant to leave now. It was not because he didn't want to fail his mission. But because he would feel terrible if he were to leave now after Constantine had saved them. The irony of the situation where he had been saved by the person he was meant to save caused the captain to feel ashamed.Now the captain regretted that he had not informed Constantine about who he was and their goal for being there, nor had he le