I Will Survive Till The End: Blood Extermination Academy-Chapter 83: Peculiarities

Arc 2, Chapter 83 — Peculiarities

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The Night was a tempest of relentless torrents that wept across the land.

"It’s quite the downpour, isn’t it?" A burly voice bellowed from underneath the rain that fell in sheets.

The sky was a deep, swirling gray, accompanied by the occasional flash of lightning. It rained and rained, lashed relentlessly, eroding into many tiny river bends across the ground.

What a breathtaking night.

The damp wet figure underneath the torrent, slowly tilted his head upwards with a smile that spoke volumes.

Let there be light–

~BANG!

The lightning illuminated the gothic architectural towering above. The structure was quite impressive.

This was a Cathedral.

Gargoyles perched on the edges of buildings, their stony faces seeming to watch the unfolding drama with silent judgment.

"Can you feel it, Medoku?" The burly voice from earlier spoke with a calm voice, clearly amused. "Come now, Medoku? Can you feel the power of God in you? This is no mere rainstorm, but the tears of God, weeping in a corner. And do you know why he weeps?"

The listener sighed. "I’m sure you’ll enlighten me, sir."

"Well, that’s because tonight, we’re about to desecrate one of his Houses."

~BANG!

The thunder quaked as if in retort from the man’s relentless teasing.

"Sir," the one called Medoku spoke, his raven-dark hair now damp. "We are before the house of God. you know it’s blasphemous to speak of the Lord in that manner."

"And yet, here you are—my ever loyal lieutenant—ready to burn this house of worship to ashes."

"Correction, sir... I’m not... and you too better not. Sir, Blasphemy is Blasphemy."

Medoku stood beneath the building, his uniform absorbing the rain like a sponge. The water dripped from the brim of his head, framing his face in shadow. Yet he still looked stylish.

The left side of his uniform was lined with a red stripe, while the right side of his uniform was lined with violet stripes.

Ghawkakakakakka~

Red-head destroyer laughed maniacally, when listening to one of his top Lieutenants.

"Indeed, it’s blasphemous to speak of the Lord in such ways... But I think the Lord wouldn’t mind, especially since we’re about to destroy one of his houses."

Gaara laughed maniacally, while ascending the many steps into the grand cathedral before him.

Medoku followed unhurriedly, always one step behind. And behind them, were uncountable heaps of ashes–remnants of their earlier victims now mingling with rainwater to form puddles and little ant-like streams of black sludge.

But how did they get here?

You see, both of them had been dispatched here, thanks to the top from Department 1—Intelligence. In a nutshell, they were out on a mission.

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Stepping into the grand cathedral, their eyes glowed with a menacing light, scanning the benches with predatory intent.

This cathedral was 4 stories tall. The air was a scent of damp stone and old blood.

"It reeks of desperation," Gaara mused. "Five ran here, didn’t they? Five pathetic creatures clinging to their miserable existences."

"They’re cornered, sir." Meduko stated plainly. "Wings clipped. No escape."

Fufufufufu~

Gaara chuckled darkly. "Thus hunt better be worth it." Or else...

In silence, they moved unhurriedly, splitting themselves up without uttering another word.

Medoku chose to hunt in the other 3 floors higher, while Gaara stayed in the first floor, the ground floor.

As Gaara has stated, there were 5 more creatures that ran here... 5 of the most powerful in the hundreds of thousands they eradicated earlier.

Their attacks from earlier cut off the wings of these creatures when they turned into bats. With their wings clipped, they trend back into human-like vampires and carry their bloodied bodies into the cathedral.

They knew very well that if they ran, Gaara and Meduko would spot them in an instant. This meant their only way out was to fight.. Or tp find a way to distract the duo while they flee.

But how could it be that simple?

Heh.

Time to fish out the prey.

In times like this, it was best to split up. But how did they agree who goes where?

Medoku flipped a peculiar coin before choosing to explore the upper regions. He then took the far stairway, but soon paused—

"Department Head," his voice was heavy. "This lieutenant of yours, has been reminded to inform you that any building destruction above 40% will come at the cost of your benefits."

It was a threat.

The smiling Gaara suddenly choked, feeling childishly unwilling. Is it his fault that his abilities were destructive?

Gaara’s massive bushy red-hair, that looked like flames, wiggled emotionally with every head turn of pretest he showed.

Sadly Medoku wasn’t looking, ignoring this childish Department Head.

Gone – Medoku was gone, leaving Gaara who didn’t stand from the bench he was sitting on.

Instead, he began to sing.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

"How I loathe what you are.~"

"In the dark, your light deceives.~"

"Drawing in the idiots who dream.~"

"Now I know my ABCs, won’t you come out and play with–"

GhAhhhhh!!!!!

A cry bellowed from the corner, completing Gaara’s sweet melody.

"And where do you think you’re going?"

Gaara’s lips curled into a grin that was both feral and unquestioning.

His already fiery, flaming-looking hair, began to dance with power, as he slowly took to his feet.

Very slowly, he approached his deeply wounded and crawling victims.

The Ominous clatter of his boots, paired with his deep eyes underneath his bandana, was what truly made his victims feel drained.

"No! No! Die!"

The 3 fallen vampires shot out diamond-shaped blood bullets to no avail.

Ting, ting, ting!~

Gaara’s giant long sword, deflected and sliced through everything in a blink of an eye.

His massive long sword had a hooked end like an umbrella.

"Is this all you have?"

Gaara laughed, his voice reverberating with madness and glee. "Show me your true power!"

"Bastard!!!!"

The enemy vampires roared in frustration and transformed into even more hideous forms, despite the obvious injury they faced.

It was now or never... They must kill this son-of-a-bitch!

Slith, slith, slith~

A mass of writhing dark tendrils erupting from their body like serpents seeking prey.

They lashed out with lethal intent, but Gaara was still handing in place with a mocking smile on his lips.

"You think numbers will save you?"

His sword danced through the attacks with ease, as if dealing with ants.

"Despicable human, this isn’t over yet!!" One of them lashed out in hate.

"Why don’t you all just go to hell?"

"Die for us, Bloodren!"

Together they began to merge, into a symphony of destruction aimed at Gaara.

Cornered and desperate, they decided to unleash their final attack—a massive wave of dark energy that surged toward their enemy like a tidal wave.

Boom!

Waves of chaos clashed against the cathedral’s majestic inner walls, waves that could slice several Bloodrens to pieces.

Yet, the bloody bastard, still stood firm amidst this onslaught, his form unyielding as he absorbed the attack with an amused smirk playing on his lips.

That’s it?

"Pathetic," Gaara declared, as if addressing an insect rather than a formidable foe. "Well now, you all disappoint me greatly. Has the level of Barons dropped so badly over the years?"

Gaara’s voice boomed through the space, leaving his victims feeling nothing but horror. But what they didn’t see was the disappointment on Gaara’s face.

"This is a waste of my time... DIE."

GhAhhhhhh~

Gaara was expressionless, watching the faces of these creatures twist in exquisite agony.

–And soon, they turned into dust.

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Gaara slowly walked to the cathedral’s doors.

Seconds later, he heard the cries that lasted for 4 seconds. Then, Medoku appeared beside him.

"All done?"

"Hmm... all terminated. But sir, I’m afraid you’ve destroyed more than 40% of the structure."

Gaara shrugged. "What can I say? Art requires sacrifice."

Both stood at the doors, facing the heavy rain. It was indeed a victory, but one that made their lips turn downwards.

"It was wrong...." Medoku began. "The intelligence report was wrong. These aren’t Earl’s, but Barons and their Ghoulish minions."

When was the last time they dealt with such beings far beneath their levels? Medoku’s voice was low, tinged with a menacing edge.

"Someone has a lot of explaining to do."

Gaara smiled, thinking of something unknown in his heart.

"This is the 6th time—the 6th time intelligence has gotten it wrong. Roud... Roud... Roud... I swear that bastard does everything to irritate me."

"Sir, Department Head Roud might be annoying, but even I don’t think he will go this far."

Gaara chuckled, nodding softly. "It’s quite annoying that you are right, Medoku. Roud has never abused his duties for the sake of our little feud. So this can only mean one thing..."

Gaara paused, his eyes narrowing wickedly.

"It seems the hell spawns have come out to play, playing more ruthlessly than before."

Licking his lips, Gaara looked into the distance, the lightning still illuminating the war-ravaged space before him.

"They’re up to something... I can feel it in my bones!"