Volume 2: Boundless Walker Chapter 4: Response!

"Yes, monster!"

“It appeared half a year ago!”

"When someone first discovered that the cemetery had been dug up, we thought it was tomb robbers, so we lay in ambush there. But we saw a terrifying monster - 5-6 meters tall, with antlers, and bullets couldn't kill it!"

"The sheriff of the town reported it immediately, and Halester sent a lord who easily dealt with the monster. However, a monster similar to the one from two days ago appeared again."

"It should be the monster's child or companion from before!"

"But please rest assured, I have already reported it, and Halester will send someone to handle it soon!"

The town mayor said confidently.

Goethe nodded outwardly in agreement.

But deep down, he already knew that this was one of the backup plans prepared by the previous tester.

The monster that was killed half a year ago.

A child or companion appears half a year later?

The monster himself doesn't believe these words.

After lunch, Goethe and Shila were taken to the guest room to rest.

There are two guest rooms.

After expressing their thanks again, Goethe and Sheila looked at each other and went into their respective rooms.

Then, Silas climbed through the window and entered Goethe's room.

"The mayor lied."

Sheila said as she came in.

"Um."

Goethe did not object.

Although the other party is most likely not lying, he is just hiding some important things.

For example: the number of deaths.

But that has nothing to do with him.

What he was concerned about was how the schemer would use this monster against him.

"Do you know anything about this monster?"

Goethe asked.

"Wendigo!"

"A man-eating monster with a deer head and a skeleton-like body wrapped in ice crystals. Not only is it abnormally tall, but it also moves extremely fast, and ordinary people cannot see it clearly at all."

"This monster usually only appears during the cold winter in the North, but it does not dig up graves to eat corpses, but eats living things."

"So, the monster should have directly attacked the townspeople instead of digging up graves."

"But what makes people most concerned is..."

"Possessed by evil thoughts!"

Sheila said, her face becoming serious.

"Possessed by evil thoughts?"

Goethe narrowed his eyes.

"Well, it's an ability that can possess ordinary people and seduce them to become the same kind as the monster. During the possession, the possessed person has thoughts, but stands on the side of the monster."

"To put it simply, it means being rational, yet becoming cunning and having no bottom line."

Sheila explained.

"Is there any way to defend against this kind of evil possession?"

Goethe continued to ask.

Sheila gave Goethe a strange look.

As the guardian of the 'Mad King's Legacy', how could he not know about such things?

Could it be...

Test me?

Thinking in her heart, Xila immediately spoke more seriously.

"Ordinary people can recover to normal by relying on their willpower and not eating meat after a winter. But what about the 'superhumans'?"

"The strong [heart] makes them fearless."

Sheila said in a proud tone.

In her opinion, she is such a powerful 'superhuman'.

Although she has not yet been able to exert her full strength due to the special nature of the ritual, when she undergoes a qualitative change, she will definitely be able to stand at the pinnacle of this era - this is what her teacher told her.

Sheila firmly believed it.

Just as she firmly believed that she could defeat the real Wendigo or the enemy who used the name of the Wendigo.

What's more, she has a reliable helper.

Goethe Wayne, the guardian of the 'Mad King's Legacy'!

A man who killed the 'Mist Killer', played tricks on the 'Church of Flesh and Blood', and took control of the entire situation in Luster!

He must be able to...

"Hey, Goethe, why are you packing?"

Xila looked at Goethe who was packing his luggage, with a confused look on her face.

"The other party has set a trap, why should I jump into it?"

Goethe asked rhetorically.

Sheila left even more confused.

"If you don't want to jump in, then why come to the town?"

"Why didn't we just leave?"

This lady with multiple identities undoubtedly still didn't react.

Goethe had to turn around and explain seriously.

"If we had left just now, the plotters here would have tried their best to chase us. So, given the limited number of people, you and I came here to make the plotters think that we had taken the bait and that they would think they had a sure win."

"As for Swart?"

"His departure will inevitably attract some of the attention of the planners, causing them to split their forces to chase him."

"And what we have to do is to reunite with Swart before he is killed by those guys, and at the same time kill the pursuers chasing Swart, so as to further weaken the enemy's strength."

Sheila was stunned.

This fool never imagined that it would be so complicated.

After a few seconds, Sheila smiled.

"As expected of you, you are the guardian of the Mad King's Legacy."

"That's what I thought!"

The other party put his hands on his hips and said shamelessly.

Then, feeling somewhat guilty, he returned to his room and started packing his luggage.

…

Swart identified the direction and headed straight for Halester.

But the sheriff was not moving forward very quickly.

It can even be said to be quite slow.

Just like an outing, walking and stopping here and there.

Drink some water from time to time, and then look at the scenery around you.

If he wasn't worried about being discovered, the sheriff would even want to take out a cigarette.

Although Goethe did not say it explicitly, Swart knew what kind of person Goethe was. It was definitely not Goethe's style to jump in when he knew that the other party might have a plan.

unless……

Goethe wanted to teach the other party a lesson.

Swart, who had collaborated with Goethe several times, understood Goethe's style too well.

Of course, it would be even better if he wasn't the 'bait'.

When Swart thought of his identity as 'bait', he felt grief-stricken from the bottom of his heart and could not help but sigh.

He just hoped that the planner would slow down and Goethe would speed up.

Otherwise he'd really be done for.

He checked the bullets in the revolver, and then touched the explosives hidden in his clothes - these were taken from the robber. When he looked at the explosives, he felt safe for some reason, so Swart took the opportunity to steal them.

And now?

I feel more secure.

After swallowing the snack in his hand, Swart took a sip of water and prepared to continue on his journey.

It's quite a distance from here to the train.

But, it is not safe.

He needed to find a place to hide.

Finally, there are hidden caves and the like.

It would be even better if we could hide until dark.

What if we can make it to tomorrow morning?

That's victory!

By that time, Goethe would certainly be able to find him.

Using his hands and feet, Swart entered the mountains and forests of the northern border. Two hours later, when the sheriff entered a dense forest, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Compared to the bare mountain just now, this place was undoubtedly more suitable for hiding.

But the next moment, the sheriff's breath got stuck in his throat.

He saw a piece of wreckage.

Remains of human bodies.

It was torn into pieces like a rag doll and thrown into the open space in the dense forest.

The blood has long since dried up.

However, the sheriff was certain that the body was not complete.

Or to be more precise, a considerable amount of 'meat' was lost!

Cold sweat ran down Swart's back.

The sheriff was nearly pissed.

He sniffed his diaper hard, turned around and ran.

Although I don't know what's here, it's definitely not safe.

Must leave immediately!

However, after turning around and running a few steps, the sheriff had to stop.

Five people appeared in front of him with indifferent expressions.

The other party pointed the gun at the sheriff.

"Friend, are there any misunderstandings between us?"

The sheriff gave a humble smile.

"Are you the one traveling with Goethe Wein?"

The leader asked.

"You misunderstood. I don't know any Goethe Wein."

The sheriff raised his hands as he spoke.

"Then why did you enter the first-class carriage?"

The other party continued to ask.

"I just saw that the young master needed help and wanted to earn some pocket money."

The sheriff, with his hands raised, was talking nonsense in all seriousness.

"Oh."

"You're talking nonsense!"

The other party sneered.

"Sir, I didn't mean to do that! I really didn't mean to say anything nonsense. I was just possessed by a ghost and wanted to go in and see if there was anything valuable! This is really my first time! Please forgive me!"

The sheriff fell to his knees and spoke in tears.

Looking at Swat who was hoping to get away with it.

The leader sneered again.

"Swart!"

The other party directly called out Swart's name.

Finished!

The sheriff's heart sank, but on the surface he still looked like he was crying bitterly.

"Sir, what are you talking about?"

"I'm not Swart!"

"My name is Tevos!"

The sheriff tried to delay time as much as possible while looking for a chance to survive.

His hand couldn't help but touch the explosives.

However, the leading gunman reacted faster.

Raise your hand and pull the trigger.

Then--

Woo!

A strong wind blew by.

The lead gunman who was about to pull the trigger disappeared.

Swart was stunned, and the remaining four pursuers almost instinctively raised their revolvers and pointed them at the sheriff.

They thought it was the sheriff's doing.

"You are not me!"

"Don't shoot!"

"What a misunderstanding!"

Swart was lying on his face, shouting.

The four men ignored him and were about to pull the trigger.

The strong wind just now appeared again.

The four disappeared just like the leader before them.

No!

Was kidnapped!

Swart vaguely saw a tall monster with antlers flash before his eyes.

"What kind of monster is this?"

As soon as this thought came to Swart's mind, he was knocked unconscious.

When the sheriff woke up again, he was hanging in a cave, surrounded by vines, with his hands bound by the vines.

Beside him were the five gunmen from before.

The difference is that these five gunmen are already dead.

He is still alive.

"Because they were armed with guns, the monsters felt dangerous, so they killed them!"

Instantly, Swart reacted.

But then, his expression became even uglier.

Sometimes, being alive is no better than being dead.

For example, this monster needs to store fresh rations!

Or, eat them alive!

Thinking of this , Swotha struggled violently.

Such a struggle attracted the monster's attention, and when the deer-headed monster walked in, Swart immediately pretended to be dead.

Unfortunately, it's of no use.

The monster just stared at Swart.

Then, the monster got smaller little by little.

It turned into a human being covered in dirt.

The other party raised his hand, picked up a piece of flesh and blood, handed it to Swart's mouth, and said coldly -

"eat!"

Swart smelled the pungent smell of blood and immediately shook his head.

His body kept leaning back to keep himself further away from the piece of meat.

Although it was impossible to tell exactly where the meat came from, Swart would never eat it.

Even if he starved to death, he would not eat his own kind.

He is not a good person.

Strictly speaking, he is still a bad guy.

But he is still a human being.

As a human being, you must have the dignity of being a human being.

Swart's look and his refusal angered the monster.

The angry monster grabbed the sheriff off the vines. The tough vines instantly rubbed the skin on Swart's wrist. The monster's throat gurgled and it opened its fang-filled mouth, but it did not bite down. Instead, it pinched Swart's mouth open and tried to stuff the piece of meat into Swart's mouth.

Swart wanted to grit his teeth, but facing the monster's power, he couldn't do it.

Looking at the flesh and blood getting closer and closer, Swart opened his mouth and cursed.

"I xxxx!"

Cursing loudly, Swart pulled the fuse of the explosives hidden on his body.

The unique sound of the fuse startled the monster, and it threw down Swart and retreated.

Looking at the retreating monster, the sheriff smiled.

He raised his bloody palm and gave the monster a middle finger.

"Stupid!"

Then the sheriff shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Goethe, come and save me, I'm really going to die!"

This was Swart's final struggle as he faced the last moment of his life.

Just struggling.