"Who is Bishop Gbolan?" Derek asked. Farna saw that she had gotten Derek's attention and made effort to stop her shaky voice in other to explain.
The Grootslang were not just a secret cult or organisation, they also considered themselves a church. Just like any organisation, there were rankings. From the lowest in rankings, there was: Member, Errand, colt, priest, Father, Bishop, ArcheBishop and lastly Pope. But even this was not an exact explanation of the hierarchy. As the saying went, "In any organisation, appointment was always better than rank." The organisation still had posts such as knights and their own ranking system that translated in its own form of power and authority.
The post of Bishop of the region was left vacant because of lack of an appropriate person to man the position. One of the Father ranked was then appointed to temporarily occupy the position. He was known to be the strongest and most ruthless in the region. Even though it was cl
It was a painful and nervous wait these last few days, but it finally happened. Derek sat on the back of a Griffin and observed with binoculars the approach of flying objects in the distance. "This guy must really hate Writers for him to come with that much." Derek thought to himself.Far in the distance, there was a helicopter with two airships approaching at a steady pace. Just beneath them on the ground were people of different species. It was true that the most abundant species on earth were humans for the very obvious reason of producing anima the best. That did not mean that other creatures did not exist. Some of these guys, Derek had only read about in books.It was true that Bishop Gbolan had not brought out his all, but he had definitely his best. Besides, it was unwise to leave your home empty."They are coming!!!" Derek signalled Aesir and he blew into a horn.Bishop Gbolan sat in the heli
From a young age, Anderson had always been treated with care, respect and even reverence. He could practically do all he wanted in this village of monopods. He lived the kind of life his pairs envied, getting whatsoever he wanted. He was like a prince here. But he knew that all that he had was from the hard-earned effort of his father.It always thrilled him when the villagers sang praises of his father. I mean who wouldn't be proud to have a father that had fought for the freedom of his people from the Strangling cruelty of the Writer's fist. In fact, pride was the least of the things that he had for his ever hard-working father. A man that even daringly braved the human world to bring them the knowledge of electricity and climbed fast the ranks of the Grootslang in only a couple of years. The achievements under his father's belt were something that would take any monopod several of their short lifetimes to achieve and would still fall short.
As Anderson's eyes closed into the ill understanding of darkness, tears escaped his shut eyes. Farna immediately ran for her son. She could not believe how foolish this boy was. He had just allowed death through the front door. She held him in her hands as she looked sternly at the man that had given him a blow to the head. Aesir did not even care to mind the look on her face. He picked up the necklaces and them back in the centre of the rune. The foundational rune was made active again.But it could be as before. Two priests had made their way here. The people sitting and supplying a constant flow of aura had panicked in fear and most of them ran. It had taken Tiny and Lydia a considerable amount of effort to stop those running away. Tiny even had to threaten with death, but the fear of the priests approaching with bloody fists and weapons was a more convincing argument. Farna raised her head up from Anderson in her hands. She could clearly see in the distance as that pr
The entire fight was barely a few seconds but the Grootslang had just lost a Father rank. The momentum Derek started with had improved the morale of his teammates and despair to the enemy. That was a Father rank that Derek had played around with like was nothing. Although the others did not know, Derek was freaking out in his heart. That last attack the goat beastman had given was a scary one. Derek himself had even long forgotten that such attacks cannot go through his skin. After defeating the Father, he set his sight on the bear beastman that had killed Farna's son.The bear beastman priest saw this and immediately panicked for his life. He immediately retreated as Derek gave chase. Meanwhile, Aesir and Lydia flanked the other beastman priest on either side. Aesir with his short sword and Lydia with her two knives that she held invertedly. Aesir went for a sweep with his sword for the beastmans legs while Lydia for his head.The Priest looked at his two attack
The very flexible beastman must have dodged their combined attack, but they were far from done. Aesir used his left hand after the sweeping with his sword as a fulcrum which he used to flip in the air and his left leg delivered a kick that landed on the beastman's chest. This time around, the attack made home.Aesir was already regarded big by most, adding to the intense training that he had gotten from Bastet, his muscles were much slimmer and tighter. Not to forget that he also diverted the momentum from his slash into the kick that he just delivered, the actual result of that kick was supposed to be in the least a broken rib or two.However, that did not happen. Although the beastman was hurt, which was apparent from the trace of blood that escaped his mouth, it was not enough to render him out of the fight just yet.The beastman took several somersaults back. "Not bad, not bad kid. Am going to enjoy skinny you." He glared at Aesir as his hands reached for hi
"Please, spare me. I beg of you...No! NO!!!" The last beastman priest begged and screamed as he was torn to shreds. After his death, the giant cat turned to Lydia, bowed its head before disappearing. Aesir looked at the bloody mess of shredded flesh and bones Lydia had just caused and couldn't help but swallow a big ball of saliva. he made mental notes not to ever piss off this reincarnation of a hell hound.Aesir retracted his aura. He immediately felt like he was carrying a boulder of several hundred kilos instead of his body. His knees had given in to the fatigue. He was still a freshman when it came to using aura. His control of it was practically nonexistent except for activating it. He didn't even know how to turn it off when he was done. It just went off when his body could no longer sustain it. Much like a fire would once the fuel was finished.He used his sword for support and dragged himself to Lydia. "Are you okay!?" She nodded her head, but her condition sa
Tiny kept Madeline in Farna's care. The villagers and the slaves were already out of the village and hiding in a makeshift bunker Derek had built and fortified from runes. The distance of which was quite far from the village. after Keeping Madeline in safe hands, she hurried back to the village. Most of the houses had become a mess. Properties were all over the place and even the corpse of a few stubborn monopods that had not agreed to evacuate the village. They held the same values Anderson and his younger brother had. And they died for them.The Groostlang were ruthless with their purge. Even livestock left behind was not spared. Tiny hurried to where she remembered leaving Lydia and Aesir. What her eyes came in contact with only left her worried about their condition. The members of the Groostlang were in shreds. Blood and organs splattered everywhere like the messy work of an angry toddler with so much food to waste.the pools of blood came together at different co
Tiny came out of the woods and unto the battleground. What she saw welled up anger from the depths of her heart. Derek was a pitiful mess. His face was swollen at different points, his clothes tattered, his skin had severely burnt marks at different points, His left shoulder was dislocated and one of his eyes was so swollen that it was shut tightly closed. Even before her, he was still coughing out blood even though he tried to hide it.She looked at the man that had caused Derek so much pain and her fingers tightened in her fist. She could already see it in her head, the badly destroyed corpse of this idiot. "How dare you touch my... myy!... Derek?" She whispered in a low voice. Her other hand slowly removed her halberd from her back and surprisingly, she threw it on the ground. As much as using a weapon was probably the right thing to do in this case, she was more determined to break this guy's face with her fists. Besides, she was far better at it than any weapon Bastet ev