Puch!
The Red Horn Bullman had finally got the chance, and it brought down its huge great sword and hacked the sandworm into two in a powerful strike.
“The risk it took paid off,” said Rachel gently, and I couldn’t help but nod; it had brough itself very close to the worms and suffered many injuries, but they paid off as finally able to decapitate the sandworm while Crockman had come from behind and crushed its heart with its sawed sword.
It cut off all the possibility of it connecting two of its points; some of the sandworms could do that.
With only two sand worms remaining, the offensive of the Grimms has become even more intense, but the sandworm is not easy to deal with either; they are burrowing into the sand and coming out, giving the Grimms more and more injuries, which in turn affecting the Grimms.
“I am going near them,” I said to her as I took off my backpack.
“There are three of them, Michael,” said Rachel; she is also clear that while it might seem like the Grimms are having a hard time dealing with them, it is without a doubt that they will be able to deal with it.
“They will be injured by the time they finish with the sandworms; we will need to attack at the right time, and we will be able to take all three of these Grimms,” I said and took out the thing I had created yesterday, with cloth from the Grimm, its blood and the sand.
It is a cloak I have made by sticking the sand with the blood of the Grimm; the blood of Alabaster Snakeman is especially sticky; I have used that to make it.
I quickly wrapped myself with it and moved toward the Grimms slowly.
It is very dangerous, but I have to do it; I did not tell Rachel all the reasons I am willing to take the risk. The first is that all three are High-Grandmasters, with two being quasi-Grand Lord and the third being a peak High-Grandmaster.
These three are immensely powerful, and I would have difficulty dealing with them if they attacked me outside. Here they are not so powerful, and with sandworms injuring them, we might be able to take them; I just hope that when the time comes, Rachael will perform a miracle with her bow.
I move cautiously through the sand, wearing a very uncomfortable cloak; it is heavy and causes rough friction, but it is the only way I have to move with the relative stealth here.
A little more than five minutes later, I stopped; it was the closes I could get with the Grimm without getting implicated in the battle which is raging right now.
The Grimms are very close to killing the second sandworm; it is very injured; if it were not for it to keep burrowing back into the sand, the Grimms would have finished it by now.
Around two minutes later, the second sandworm got killed by the Grimm, and now all three of them begin to target the last one. Three Grimms against a single sandworm is no challenge. If it keeps coming out of the sand at this pace, it will not even a minute for Grimms to kill it.
Puch!
“Fuck, it seemed like the last three days of this test wouldn’t be easy as we have thought!” said the Crockman as he sat down, “It was a shameful battle; three puny sandworms reduced us to such a state,” said Bullman, looking at carcasses of the three slain sandworms.
“Well, it is good, we were attacked, as now we will get a reward; killing humans rarely give the reward,” said Hogman and looked greedily at the slain sand worms.
Sup!
“Watch out!” screamed the Bullman suddenly; at the same time, I threw away the cloak and ran toward the Grimms, facing the most dangerous battle I had faced here in this place; dealing with three Grimms wouldn’t be an easy task, and some of part of me is already regretting that decision.
I pushed those thoughts down and moved toward the Grimms.
Puch!
The shout of Bullman alerted Crockman and Hogman, but it was no use, as the arrows appeared right in front of their eyes of Crockman and pierced through them.
There are many disadvantages of small weapons, but there are some advantages too, like not being discovered soon. Especially Rachel’s arrows have now become twice faster; they had appeared by the eyes of Grimms at an instant before piercing through it.
The thing is, she had not even used the full power of the new advancement.
“Ahhhhh…”
The Crockman begins to scream, and Grimm looks around, spotting Racheal and me in a second.
“Humans, I did not think you would dare to challenge us, especially here?” asked Bullman.
“Why? You were never a difficult opponent Gnan,” I asked as I slowed down; me taking its name casually surprised it as it looked at me carefully from up to down with its huge eyes.
“It seemed like you are not one of the puny masters who had eyes above their head, but a peer,” it said seriously before a bloody smile appeared on its face.
“I will have fun crushing you to death,” it added before the turn to Hogman, “Trab, go and finish off the archer while Hraf and I will finish this one,” said Gnan the Bullman.
Both listened to it immediately; the Hogman went running toward Rachel while Bullman and Crockman came it. The Crockman seemed to be really mad at me, seeing the way it was looking at me with its single eye.
“Bastard, I will torture both of you before eating you alive!” said the Crockman and came running toward me, while the Bullman was a little slower, despite wearing the shoes. Only Bullman and Hogman have the shoes; Crockman does not.
As the Grimm had said, it is difficult for them to get the reward of killing every human; they have to kill a group of us before getting anything, while we get a reward after killing every Grimm.
This might be the way this place balances things out.
“Ahhhhhhh….”
Within a few seconds, the Crockman had crossed the distance between us and was about to attack me with a wicked saw blade which still had the blood of sand worms dripping from when it suddenly stopped as it heard the loud scream filled with the pain.
“My eyes, my eyes; the human bitch took out my eyes,” shouted the Hogman loudly as it stopped in its tracks, instantly making the expressions on the faces of the two Grimms in front of me serious.
“It seemed like you have come prepared,” said the Bullman looking at me seriously, “Very much,” I said and removed the mask off my face, and immediately, the eyes of the Grimms went wide.
“Zaar,” said both of them in unison; the Crockman had even raised its leg to take a step backward before it had stopped itself.
“It looks like killing you won’t be easy?” said the Bullman, looking at me seriously.
“Are you giving up, then?” I asked back, to which it smiled. “Give up; why? I only said it would not be easy; I did not say it would be impossible,” it said and leaped at me.
