Wolf Barrel 5.56

Many forest zones exist in the vast territory held by the Cannibal State.

The depressed forest is home to many different flora and fauna, as well as many demons that use them as staple foods. Even larger demons from ruins and underground labyrinths (dungeons) join this food chain.

These ecological pyramids are controlled in their balance by the 'Great Spirit', commonly known as God, whose life circulates according to the forest's own rules.

But there is also a forest without God.

One of them.

Number Forest District, near Commercial City Number.

There are no big animals or demons there, it's a quiet forest. Without fear of being attacked by demons, it has become one of the important financial resources to support the number as a stable timber harvesting place.

Behind that forest.

In this place, which has not yet been developed, the forest roads are broken, instead carpeted with cedar plants, with the trees spreading their laid back and branches. Right next door, Tyrothiro and the creek were flowing.

The time is past noon.

Warm sunlight falls from the elevated sun, and the light from the branches is reflected on the surface of the water and sparkles brilliantly. A lizard was sticking on a stone by the water, sunbathing.

The nearby bushes were shattered and a surprising lizard escaped.

Walk down a roadless path.

Scratch the sahara, which is as good as the chest.

I finally found my purpose.

Brother Bruno ordered me to draw water, and I was here with my partner, to come to Sawa like this beast was the only one who knew. Behind me, my buddy Mauro is the one walking around trying to drag the bucket.

Give in to the river, and just draw water.

……

Two, look at myself reflected in the bucket - I pioneered it.

He looked terrible.

The dirty face is like the back of a wild dog's leg. Besides the dirty figure as if you wrapped the bedding of a floater around it. Unwashed hair is bumpy like mop with mud dirt and sebum. You're supposed to be releasing a terrible smell from your whole body, but your nose is no longer used to it and you don't feel anything.

Because I wore cheap armor that didn't suit my body for a long time, I developed a skin ulcer that looked like a shoe rub everywhere in my body, and when I twitched and developed pain, it kept bothering me.

What a fighter.

That's what they called me. I couldn't help but be angry with myself in the past.

Strike your tongue with frustration.

It was then.

"Crazy chick woo!!

Until then Mauro, who stood flat without doing anything, suddenly raised his anger to blow up.

"Why! Why do you have to look at me like this! What did I do?

Scratch your head and keep calling like crazy. I bit my lips in the bad.

I couldn't even let this happen.

I haven't had a decent sleep or a meal in the last few days. Besides, the stress of when you'll be attacked. Unseen anxiety at all ahead. And the extreme is Pedro's "Arre".

My arms trembled before I knew it, and there were waves on the water in the barrel.

This isn't the only one.

Even I was the limit of patience.

"That and this, it's not because of that fucking kid! Right, Domenico! Don't shut the fuck up!

……

"Aren't you sorry, hey!!

"I don't know... do I?"

Miziri, and.

Until then, 'Something' kept tightening itself up hard made a threaded sound.

I finally lost my temper. I slammed the bucket to the ground.

"I guess it's decided regrettably though!!

With the power of Alankari, he spat out in his chest.

"Because of him! Because of them! How many of my people are dead? Jean, Antonio, Jozue, they're all screwed! I was made to die for nothing to keep that coward kid alive! Sacrifice made me do it! Who's next? Me? Or you? I don't care what happens to us! I don't remember being bought as a user-crushing slave, motherfucker. Oh!

With the horrible presence of Celios so far nearby, I just had to keep forcing myself to swallow my feelings no matter how sorry or sad I was. That's how I kept spitting out the emotions that accumulated at the bottom of my belly, seeping through my tears of remorse.

I know.

As bad as the words I'm saying right now are. Blood sanctions are imposed on those who betray the family. I saw many of the guys who died in the shadows. But once the weir was cut, the emotions couldn't help themselves.

Eventually,

- I'm gonna kill you.

That's what he said, Mauro let go of his hip knife.

Keep an eye on the knife and repeat, "I'll kill you" as if you were possessed by something. I felt chilly and swallowed the words that came out. Obviously, things were different earlier. I forgot my anger and spoke to Mauro.

"O, oi, mauro?

"... I'm in deep love with Brother Bruno. I can't keep my mouth shut while that fucking kid dresses me wet like this. I... if it was for my brother, I..."

"Oi, are you kidding me"

Grab Mauro's shoulder.

Paying off his hand, Mauro raised his voice.

"Ugh! I'll kill you! I'm gonna bust that Pedro son of a bitch right now!

"Stop it, Mauro!

I rushed to stop it.

But.

It was too late.

"What do you want me to do with my brother?

We were moved by a sudden third party voice.

He looked back at his voice, and blued his face.

Therios stood there.

You were probably listening to the conversation earlier. But there was no anger in Celios' expression, and on the contrary, there was a soft grin. But in my eyes, that smile appeared as a blood-freezing, disastrous object. Drinking by the force that gripped that heart, we couldn't move.

Celios slowly stood in front of Mauro, taking up the knife in a quick move,

"Maybe this is what you wanted to do?

Without any hesitation, he stuck a knife in Mauro's dovetail. Cerios did not break his grin and twisted his knife around as if to insert a key in the door knob and turn it. Each time, the wound stretches to the side with the mite, spreading bright red stains.

Blood refluxes through the airways, overflowing from the mouth of "Gobbo" Mauro, and nullant, viscous blood like sputum, transmits the chin and drips off.

Mauro was peeling his eyes to the limit and cramping his hiccups and cheeks.

As such, Cerios watched closely as he narrowed his eyes, reinforcing his abusive grin.

"What's up? No? So what do you say?"

Once the knife was pulled out, the blade was now leveled and inserted into the gap between the belly and ribs.

The murder blade reaches the lungs at once.

"Agi!?

Short screams like rubbing metal together.

Mauro's body bounces on the impact.

"What do you think? Tell me what's right."

"No, no! Do it... Yabe... Whoa! What's with the yabe... No!

"Or what?

"Gi!!

Ignoring Mauro, who weeps and pleads, Cerios keeps moving his arms.

Over and over again, carefully keep stabbing the knife.

Jatchu.

Jatchu.

Dirty sticky sound to the ear. Blood splashes and shakes the grass.

At his feet, he was able to build up a build-up of blood.

"... ah, oh"

I lost my hips at some point and put my ass on the ground. And I just had to open my mouth to see my partner chopped up.

Hell's time flows like eternity.

"Hmm? What, are you dead already?

Throwing away Mauro, who had run out of time, as if he were garbage, Cerios turned to me.

"Then I'll ask you next."

"Hih, hiyyyy!

The minute I saw the knife with the blood on it, I screamed so I could pull my throat.

It suits me the same way.

The moment I realized that, my groin became raw and warm.

Yes, I don't like it. Absolutely not. I absolutely don't like seeing you like that.

I try desperately to get up, but I lose my back and I can't move as I think. I managed to step on my feet, but all I had to do was make a scratch on the ground with my heels. Eventually, as Cerios walked over to my side, he whispered this as he mocked my legs with a knife like a stroke - breathing.

"Right, let's cut your tendons off on both legs first. You don't have to walk anymore. And I'll cut your stomach off. You're not hungry anymore, are you? I'll take your eyes off too. You don't have to worry about sleeping anymore, do you?

What do you say, you're happy, Celios laughed.

White teeth peek through her mouth open like a three sun moon.

The face was distorted like a hell of a ghost that chewed the head off the deceased and soaked his brain.

Fear and despair smeared my thoughts black, and I could not even breathe, instead of begging for my life. However, I could only tremble with hesitation.

And that was then.

"Isn't that enough around there?

A man approaching from behind - Brother Bruno - grabbed Celios' shoulder.

For a moment, a dark rage floats in Celios' face.

But in the next moment, he returned to a quiet expression.

"... right"

When Cerios threw the knife away, he went back to where his troops were.

My brother looked at his back and Mauro's remains with a complex look on his face.

……

I stayed on the spot alone, using the wreckage of a broken barrel, and kept digging the dirt.

My brother ordered me to dig Mauro's grave.

There is still a strong smell of blood around.

The body wrapped in a crude cloth had a good amount of blood on it. I'm the one who rolled it. I couldn't believe that chunk of meat was my partner. And... I couldn't even believe I was alive.

……

Digging enough holes for every adult to get in didn't stop me. No, I couldn't stop it. He was trying to knock out "That Sound" stuck to his tympanic membrane with the sound of digging for zazza and dirt. But no. A blade stabs deep into the meat, that sticky sound won't get me out of my ear.

I kept moving my arms indifferently trying to escape the fear of Celios.

Eventually, some shadow covered my head.

Notice, circle your neck.

"Ah... to?

Then there stood Brother Bruno, who should have gone back first. My brother keeps his mouth shut and throws me 'something' in his hand. When I received it, it was dried meat for knobs.

"... What's this?

"You liked Mauro. Bury him with me."

For a moment, I didn't understand what you were talking about.

Eventually, however,

"Ah, brother... no..."

Hands shaking dry meat tremble.

I got a crack in my coagulated cheek as it pulled with fear, and eventually I started tearing up.

So finally.

I realized that I was helped by Brother Bruno.