PATH OF THE STAR HUNTER

88 Chapter 88 Zombie Trouble? Send them flying.

Realizing that his image had already been damaged by his own hand, Desmond no longer bothered to appear to be a serious and calm gentleman, so swift as the wind his expression changed from an immovable stoicism to an expression of sadistic amusement.

Quickly analyzing the number of enemies and the distance between them, he opted for the closest option, a zombie just a couple of meters from his position, performing some mental calculations Desmond came up with a viable preliminary plan and moved from planning to action. as fast as I switch from one expression to another.

Without even bothering to use mana burst against such slow enemies, Desmond mainly focused on a skill he had just acquired, so his mastery of it was based more on the understanding gained during the elemental epiphany than on the actual practice of the same.

Feeling the whisper of the wind in his ear, Desmond sprinted straight toward the zombie to his left, concentrating on gathering a cloak of elemental mana on his right wrist and slowly turning it, by the time he found himself facing his victim Desmond had already spawned. what looked like a ring of turbulent wind around his wrist.

Evading an attack that the zombie made with his claws, Desmond took a slight side step and from a low angle in an upward direction hit his right palm against the lateral side of the zombie’s torso, when hitting the wind ring on his wrist he displaced directly forward creating a chaotic blast of wind that with the sound of bone fractures in the background, sent the zombie flying several meters away until it hit a tree, splitting its back on impact and reverberating again the loud sound of bones breaking down.

Even Desmond was a bit surprised by the result of his palm strike, only then did he realize that since he had learned the skill he had only practiced it as a kata so he never had the opportunity to use it even to hit a sandbag or something like that. After all, he was a little too eager to undertake a new mission and earn some credits to alleviate his recent poverty.

′′ Araszh enick orizae. . . arazsh enick orizae. ′′

Hearing again that Machiavellian whisper from the zombies around him, Desmond snapped out of his daze, but also began to get irritated by this eerie sound, quickly checking behind him to make sure the lovable alchemist had followed his instructions, Desmond saw Sasha look at him from turned with a strange look that seemed to harbor both extreme curiosity and idolatry.

Ignoring the expression of the girl Desmond now classed as eccentric, Desmond took her hand and dragged her behind him after turning around to face the small zombie horde heading in her direction.

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One of the reasons Desmond had chosen this particular address was because it was the closest place to which he had access, but there was also a second reason for this decision; that there was only a second zombie in the immediate area in this direction.

Therefore, Desmond only needed to swiftly swing one of his daggers with his left hand so that it would plunge into the temple of this slow and non-elusive enemy of his, killing him directly and ending the annoying noises from him. With such a pathetic foe already in the land of the dead, Desmond took a little respite to consider his battle options.

As he considered his next immediate course of action, a flash of inspiration struck him suddenly and with a playful smile he reached down to pick up a few rocks from the ground, after placing them in his left hand except for one he left in his right hand, he began. to play with her for a moment.

Finishing up wasting what little time he had to spare, he proceeded to gather a certain amount of mana from the wind on his right wrist once more, only instead of taking a hitting stance he took a throwing stance that you would look at in a player of baseball.

When the wind ring finished forming and the zombies were only about four meters away, Desmond threw the rock with all his might in the direction of the zombies, so with a blast of wind resulting in his hand and a small portion of this stormy ring still stuck on the small rock; Desmond waited to see the result of his new and unexpected move.

What he waited for her was both astonishing and disturbing to watch, for his idea was both successful and unsuccessful. In Desmond’s mind, the scenario that must have unfolded was something like this: the rock would shoot out of his hand like a sniper bullet and leaving the howling of the wind behind it, it would smash any zombie in its path, so after a few more shots all the zombies would have perished and Desmond would become someone who would be lethal even with a spoon in hand.

What actually happened was that the rock flew out of his hand in a thunderous popping sound that was only followed by a second popping sound as the rock hit the first zombie, the second sound was the result of the instantaneous popping of the added wind ring to the rock, this also made the rock explode, turning it into splinters that, accompanied by the previous explosion, reduced the number of zombies by at least one-third.

That’s why it was a failure according to Desmond’s expectations, but also a success in his goal of killing zombies, the only problem was that the scene of the explosion taking place and tearing apart the zombie it hit added to the enormous amount of damage that made the surrounding zombies; it was an excessively graphic and bloody image.

Putting his feelings of disgust behind Desmond took another rock in preparation for a second pitch, but, although he seemed unfazed on the outside about the image he had just seen; the fact that he discreetly dropped the rest of the rocks into his left hand gave away the fact that he was only willing to see something like that a second time, but never a third.

So another outbreak of blood and zombie body fragments took place in this part of the forest, leaving only two badly wounded zombies to be punching bags from the terrifying hunter they had found.

Not wanting to waste any more time in this place that already stank of blood, Desmond advanced, brandishing a wind ring on both wrists, and with a double blow of his palm, he sent the last poor wretches who were still standing flying.

Normally in circumstances in which he had solved a problem much easier than he had planned, Desmond would be happy, but the truth was that after the previous carnage even someone like him would feel a little sick in both body and mind.

That is without even taking into account the fact that Desmond having not actually practiced the use of the storm palm, he was not aware of the enormous consumption of mana it had; so in this short combat, he had depleted more than half of his mana reserves in exchange for the speed with which he resolved the entire conflict.

Taking a look around, the combination of grotesque carnage and the stench of blood and intestines that abounded in the air, they told Desmond that even without predators to be lured by this it was still not a great idea to stay in this place for long. weather; So remembering something about what the alchemist said, he decided on his next course of action.

′′ then. . . What if we chat more quietly at your house? ′′

When Sasha heard that they were addressing her, she finally came out of her stupor and after looking around her, she was sick throughout the scene; then she quickly nodded at Desmond’s question and dialed the direction to get to her home.