Constantine was caught by surprise... it was unexpected that there would be two ten-meter-tall dooms in this herd. Once should know that it was not a very common occurrence.From Constantines' observation during his time in this world, he had roughly figured out the habits and structural composition of the herds in this world. Mainly, each herd of doom was formed by a single superior doom leading to multiple lesser dooms to search for prey to devour. This kind of formation seemed like a regular pack or pride formation popularity adopted by wolves and lions. But there was actually a subtle difference between the two.Whereas wolf packs and lion pride had a leader at the head that ensured the survival of the entire group, the relationship between the superior dooms and the lesser dooms is more akin to that of shepherd and sheep. This is why Constantine referred to them as herds.The superior doom, in this case, is the most powerful doom in the herd, which would form a group of lesser do
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
"There's nothing for me to say. Everything that needs to be said has already been said, so I will reserve my snide and scathing remarks for next time." Ruger replied lazily."Alright, don't bother me anymore. I want to rest... oh right, don't die!" with those words, Ruger fell silent and no longer spoke."Humph!" Constantine snorted."You're suddenly no fun anymore. I was expecting a little more from you than that. Are you really not gonna say anything?"Seeing as Ruger did not respond, Constantine no longer bothered him. Instead, he focused on regulating his breathing so that he could recover faster.There were a lot of exercises in Ruger's memories that Constantine had access to. These exercises could not only help Constantine recover his energy quicker, but they could also help him contain his energy in his body so it wouldn't leak out and expose his location. Right now this was what Constantine needed the most to tide through his current period of weakness.Just like that, seconds
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
The more dooms Constantine met, the closer he was to his destination and the more cautious he became. Right now Constantine's progress was as slow as a snail's crawl. Before he could advance forward, he would have to spend minutes, and sometimes even hours, hiding from herds of dooms passing by.Most of the dooms that Constantine encountered were weak dooms that were only one meter or two meters tall. These two variants of dooms were the most populous in the entire world, as they could be found everywhere. They were mostly gathered in herds, but many lone dooms like this could be found everywhere too.The ultimate outcome for a one-meter or two-meter tall doom that was on their own was to either become food for other dooms or be assimilated into a herd.To be honest, these dooms were a tragic race. They were a race that was born from a world whose limit of energy was fixed without many ways to increase it and they were heavily reliant on this world. The dooms had to share the limited
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, how long are we going to wait? We are being overwhelmed here. There are just too many dooms and if we don't close the rift soon, we might not be able to hold this place anymore. We have to retreat and destroy the rift so these dooms will not be able to cross over to earth!"In front of the dark and looming hole in space, facing off against the constant harassment of the dooms as they attempted to invade earth, there was a squadron of soldiers desperately trying to prevent the dooms from succeeding.The leader of this squadron was none other than the captain of the previous soldiers that Constantine had saved.After being saved by Constantine, the captain had taken his squadron and retreated to the rift they had used to enter the doom world. There they had regrouped with another squad of soldiers tasked with guarding the rift.Usually, during operations to venture into the doom world, there would be multiple teams of soldiers sent into the doom world to carry out various task
"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