Reincarnated With SSS Deathless Skill in Female Dominated World!

Chapter 100 A battlefield of death (2)

Chapter 100 A battlefield of death (2)

Chapter 100: A battlefield of death (2)

Hunter touched the tomb, instantly getting sucked in.

He wasn't particularly disturbed by the teleportation this time as it lasted shorter and didn't make him feel like he was floating at the top of the universe.

However, what he had laid his eyes on was pretty ominous.

He was on the battlefield where humans and other various species were fighting against each other. There were many legions on the plain and flat battlefield — legions of only humans, legions of only one particular species, and many other various legion mixes that negated the stereotypes of humans and other species not getting along.

In this open field, there was no room for any war tactics, and only skills and equipment mattered. Some formations were still in play, but that didn't change much.

Death after death.

That was the iron rule of this battlefield. No formation was perfect enough to change the flow of the battlefield — Death had to flow!

As screams of men and women ripped apart the wind, Hunter was twisting his neck left and right in search of Keres, who should be somewhere in this tomb.

Well, her blood of drop, rather.

[Just look out for men.]

"For men?" Hunter asked the madness.

[There's a reason he hated her. Look out for men about to be dead, I mean.]

The madness was a little too late on that advice. Before it sank into Hunter's brain to analyze, Keres had already taken over the skies for herself.

The entire battlefield was silenced in fear and tribute toward her. All heads arched back to look at her flying in the skies.

Hunter wasn't spared from that.

He lifted his eyes and hovered them on a tall woman crowning the heaven with her presence. She wore black robes streaming down her flowing hourglass figure. Her face was hidden beneath some weird gray mask on which a crack exposed her blue eyes.

Her vast black wings were frozen as she glided across the skies.

Which she abruptly stopped when a perfect prey entered her eyes.

A man who was just about to die… a man clutching on the wound on his chest whose rocking eyes were now reflecting the goddess' chilling blue eyes.

He was done.

He understood it.

The moment he did, the goddess took a sudden dive, descending like a certain death. She seemed to have plummeted, yet there was no impact as her bare feet landed on the man's chest.

She pressed heavily on the fallen soldier, then casually yanked off his soul and devoured it. Her wings were flapping with ecstasy, blending with the content moans, sending down shivers to the rest of the legions as she savored the soul.

Soon, she once again circled in the skies, only to snatch a few more souls on the brink of death.

Witnessing this scene from afar, Hunter came to a simple conclusion, "She discriminates, right?"

[Death doesn't discriminate… but she only hunts men and savors their souls. That goes against the agreement of the three, so 'he' had to deal with her.]

It seemed that Hunter had to deal with her now, too… well, of course, he had to as he came here for her drop of blood. Since she was only hunting men, Hunter had to find men who were about to die and intercept Keres' hunt to have a head-on fight with her.

That was what the madness was implying before, right?

However, as Keres took off to her nest, the battlefield was compelled to return to what it was before. People fought against each other, regardless of the reason.

Hunter was soon swayed by the mass movement, becoming a part of the human legion.

[You should have already realized this is a never-ending circle of death. The Graveyard won't let her leave this tomb, but the foolish drop of Keres' blood believes it's getting stronger inside this self-made battlefield. I actually can't tell if it's lost in the pleasure of sucking souls or that desperate to leave… but this will continue for eternity if you do nothing. Time is not on your side, either.]

"I know," Hunter replied while grasping the sword he received from becoming a member of the legion. He had to quickly fight this Keres to get her blood for Aimee's sake!

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It was vexing.

Hunter fought alongside others and forced people to be at the death's door, only for Keres to ignore him and go somewhere else. It was as though she could tell that he came here to fight her, so she was only eyeing him from afar before zooming at other about-to-die men.

'Bitch!' Hunter couldn't help but curse at her.

Her domain was cool as he could learn a lot… but not in those circumstances! Also, how could she ignore him like that if he had similar eyes to her?!

'Don't you want to gouge them out?! …wait…' Hunter suddenly stopped.

"Prepare for a battle, madness… I'll count on you," Hunter said just before he raised his sword. He stood like a soldier done with the pointless battles, about to kill himself. However, his sword didn't move until Keres once again appeared on the skies, her eyes rolling in search of the tasty male souls.

That was when something pulled her attention over.

A man with a cute face and blue eyes had pushed his sword into his heart. His body exuded so much death that Keres instinctively bent her curves and rushed at him to seize that death for herself.

She was as fast as before.

No, she was even faster!

But Hunter had been anticipating that ever since he understood he had to draw her to his side!

"Death Knight!"

He turned into Death Knight, and the madness became his mantle of blood.

In this form, with the madness' strength, Hunter could see Keres zooming at him and preparing to intercept her.

Perhaps because he was doing it for Aimee, or he really wanted to get good momentum, Hunter instinctively raised his hand to stop her.

Which resulted in him grasping Keres' big breast.

"This brings back some memories! I fell at my girlfriend… and now you are falling at me, huh!"

Squeeze! Squeeze!

[Idiot!]