Ron knelt down, he looked at his blood drenched right arm and severed hand then looked toward that demonic female creature.
Ron took a deep breath, then stood up and recalled the axe. The jet black axe like a liquid was suddenly absorbed by Ron and wrapped around his arm.
Ron scanned the surroundings while his hand was raised and continued to throw the axe toward the corpse, right at the neck.
Stab.
Ron saw that the axe had pierced through her neck, but he was not reassured, continuing to retrieve it and intending to throw it once more, this time into her chest.
But, Ron suddenly shuddered, and then.
Whoosh~
Hundreds of strings surrounded him, this time positioned at critical areas such as the neck, legs, eyes...
Ron kept it exactly like that, only altering the trajectory of the strings to make them unpredictable, after 10 seconds, he relaxed his hands and let the strings return to their original form.
'Overly suspicious...'
After throwing once more into her heart, only then did Ron begin to walk toward his hand that had fallen to the ground along with the knife.
Ron picked up the hand, it was bruised, pale, cold, Ron paid no attention to that, he began to fit the hand back to its old place and used the fishing lines to connect the hand together.
Of course, connected, but it could not be used yet, Ron had no choice but to not use it for a while.
Ron began to walk toward where Quân was lying, at this time Quân was lying flat on the ground and holding a rather large sports bag.
Ron pushed Quân to one side, he opened the bag and searched for a few items.
What he was looking for was a few test tubes and specialized gloves for chemistry, he did not bring any masks and suits to protect himself, but that was not very necessary.
Ron walked toward the deceased individual, he did not use the fishing lines as his supporting item but used a piece of torn cloth to wrap around his hand for precaution.
Ron skillfully extracted the blood of that person, he also took a little more blood from the victim on her back and the blood of the corpses on the ground.
Then Ron turned toward Quân, packed the items then left, bringing Quân and the bunch of bottles stored at his hip, he believed everything was done.
Was it true?
...
"Lunas, can you hear me?"
(Clearly. Where are you? I am in District 1.)
"I am having a bit of trouble. Currently in District 5, on the outskirts of the city. I have just found a private hospital, chances are there will be people inside, furthermore I also have some business".
(If so then we are very far from Emma, currently it is still unclear whether she is alive or not, but if possible there is still hope.)
"What about Janeus? Currently Janeus is using some method to stay conscious right? I think the princess would not be so foolish as to die like that".
(Janeus, hmmm, she is not very well, but alive, it seems there is something different between many different people)
"What is it? I do not think it is magic. If they still possessed enough awareness then they would not behave like zombies".
(Zom what? Another specialized term you just came up with? Whatever, it does not matter.
My side seems too strange, I am not sure why people are conscious, and a few parties can use magic, a few people only know how to fight barehanded. And magic is also only the basic power from weak rank and below. As for Gifts, I am not sure, but the number of Gifts still alive is quite high)
"...I understand".
Ron said goodbye to Lunas and hung up, he looked at the pocket watch he possessed, it was currently 22:00 at night.
He thought, then looked at the hospital in front of him.
He could say nothing more, the scenery around the hospital was still a pitch black grey painted with the crimson blood color.
It was still a scenery like that, but inside it, blood had splattered all over the glass doors and windows.
Inside it, a strange bald, short individual was crouching, hands full of blood and writing hundreds of strange sentences on the wall.
The mouth of that person was like a madman, keeping opening, closing, whispering inaudibly to guess.
The skin pale white, the face dry, shirtless, that fellow exposed a bony white body that had sunk into the gloomy darkness by more than half.
Suddenly, that person turned his head, looking at Ron with a starved gaze, or that was what Ron thought.
His pupils were too large, too large for any humanoid monster, it looked as if they were about to protrude out of his skull.
He looked at Ron, revealing a strange smile stretching to his ears, his mouth looking toothless, unable to find even a set of teeth.
"Hello, kid."