Hellbound: Rebirth Of The Strongest Slayer.-Chapter 58: Monsters Deserve No Mercy (2)

Chapter 59

The scavengers were strong. Maybe even cultivators.

But they were never prepared to face people like Selene and Callack.

People who had walked through endless danger. Who had crossed dense beast infested lands again and again. Who had survived more than one battle that should have killed them without mercy.

Against this bunch of savages, they were death itself.

The news of scavengers being killed spread fast as Callack and Selene finished clearing their section of the settlement.

Selene placed Rayden in a relatively safe spot, far from the burning houses and the blood soaked battlefield.

"Stay here. We’ll be back," she said, kissing his forehead.

The child did not look afraid.

As usual.

His eyes were calm, steady, like everything was already under control.

"Ta ta," Rayden managed to say.

Selene smiled.

"Yes. Stay safe."

She rushed off, Callack right behind her.

The moment they left, Rayden’s adorable face twisted.

A deadly grin surfaced.

Safe?

Yeah. Right.

He was only holding himself back because they were nearby. If not, he would already be moving.

Killing.

He really wanted to know what kind of sounds those savages would make when they burned alive.

The thought alone amused him.

Baby Rayden smiled.

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Meanwhile, the duo rushed deeper into the settlement.

The village was massive. Several hundred meters wide. Large enough to house hundreds of people, maybe close to a thousand.

They ran until they suddenly stopped.

Right in front of them was Sisco.

He was crying like his soul had been ripped apart. His body trembled violently. In his arms was his four year old daughter.

Lifeless.

Sisco screamed until his throat tore, until there was nothing left but raw pain.

He knew the scavengers were brutal. He knew they were monsters pretending to be human.

But this?

This was beyond inhuman.

"They all deserve to die," he choked out. "Every single one of them."

A hand pressed firmly onto his shoulder.

Sisco looked up and saw Callack’s expression. Heavy. Dark. Selene’s eyes burned with restrained fury.

"We’re sorry for your loss," Callack said.

Sisco did not respond immediately.

When he spoke again, all warmth was gone from his voice.

"Tell me," he said quietly. "You two are strong, right?"

They did not answer.

He continued anyway.

"If you are as strong as I believe you are, then I only ask for one thing."

His eyes lifted.

"Please kill them. End them all."

Callack’s face turned cold.

So did Selene’s.

More scavengers arrived, surrounding them in a wide circle. Weapons drawn. Eyes sharp. Smiles ugly.

"Say no more," Callack said, drawing his twin blades.

"Because whether you asked or not," Selene added, her whip uncoiling.

The two spoke as one, their voices heavy with endless rage.

"We’ve already decided to wipe these vile monsters from the surface of the world."

Months ago, when Callack and Selene were fleeing the Rugraiy Kingdom, they had seen enough bloodshed to understand one thing clearly.

When something looks human but acts like this, it is not human.

It is a monster.

And monsters do not deserve to exist.

Whether Sisco begged them or not never mattered.

They were going to kill every last scavenger.

No exceptions.

And no mercy.

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"Hey. Are you the one causing trouble around here?"

One of the scavengers shouted the question.

He never finished the sentence.

A flash of steel.

Callack was suddenly right beside him.

No words. No warning.

His sword moved faster than thought.

The man’s neck was cut clean, his head separating before his body even understood it was dead.

Silence.

Then panic.

"Attack them. Kill those two," someone screamed.

The rest of the scavengers, men and women alike, surged forward at once, weapons raised, faces twisted with bloodlust.

Selene looked at Callack.

Callack looked at Selene.

They nodded.

At the same time, they moved.

The battle style they had forged while surviving deadly beasts and wild creatures in the forest came alive. Every motion was efficient. Every step lethal.

Selene’s whip lashed out and coiled around a scavenger’s neck before he could even react. Her arm pulled.

Hard.

The man could not resist. His strength meant nothing. His eyes widened in terror as his feet left the ground.

Callack was already moving.

His gaze was steady. His blades flashed.

"Wait. Wai..."

The plea never finished.

Steel split flesh.

The man’s head was cut clean in two.

Selene flung the corpse aside. It crashed into another scavenger mid charge, knocking him off balance.

That single moment of distraction was enough.

Callack stepped in and drove his sword straight through the man’s chest, piercing his heart.

Instant death.

He withdrew the blade and was already moving again.

Another target.

Another kill.

The brutality and efficiency with which the duo slaughtered the powerful, dreaded scavengers was unreal. It only cemented Sisco’s earlier conclusion.

These two were monsters in human skin.

They moved with the survival instinct of warriors and struck with the precision of hunters. Every action dropped another body. Every swing of Selene’s whip and every flash of Callack’s blades ended a scream.

Bodies fell.

Then more.

Soon, corpses piled onto the ground.

"What is happening?"

A scavenger shouted in panic, tears streaming down his face.

"At this rate, we’ll all be wiped out."

He was one of the rulers. A leader. One of the strongest in the region.

Their reign was supposed to be absolute. Their strength unquestioned. Their bloodshed feared.

Yet here they were.

Being butchered one after another.

A scavenger slammed through a tall burning building, his body torn and bleeding from head to toe. His face was pure dread.

"What are those lunatics doing?" he thought, heart racing. "Can’t they tell we’re being killed? Can’t they tell?"

No.

That was not it.

Scavengers were never kind to one another. They saw even their own as prey.

Those two leaders of this operation.

They did not care.

They were satisfied watching others die.

The realization hit him like a blade to the chest.

He was in far more danger than he ever imagined.

His eyes widened. His breathing quickened.

He needed to get out.

Now.

Fuck the rest. Who cared about them?

He just wanted to live.

He turned, ready to run.

The door of the building behind him burst open.

A cold faced man stepped inside.

And the scavenger froze.

His look.

His face.

His swords dripping with blood.

Everything about him screamed one thing and one thing only.

This guy was a grim reaper.

He was death.

"Please... wait. I can give you anything," the scavenger begged. "Anything you want. I’ll do it. Just let me go. Let me live. Please."

Callack’s gaze gave away nothing.

"Anything?" he muttered, as if the word itself was strange. Like he did not quite understand it.

The man nodded furiously.

"Yes. Anything. Whatever you want. I’ll provide it."

Callack’s eyes did not change. He stared straight at the scavenger, his gaze growing colder by the second. With every passing moment, the dread crushing the man’s chest grew heavier.

"Well," Callack said calmly. "If you say so."

He paused.

"I believe the only thing I need from you..."

Another pause.

"...is for you to die. Anything more than that is not worth it."

The scavenger turned to run.

He did not make it a step.

A single swing of Callack’s blade ended his life instantly. His body collapsed lifelessly onto the ground.

Callack moved on.

There was no remorse in his eyes. No hesitation.

These people were not human.

They were monsters. Worse than beasts.

And if he could kill beasts without remorse, then killing them felt no different.

Meanwhile, away from the center of the village, perched atop a massive tree at the edge of the settlement, two scavengers observed everything.

One had purple hair draping down one side of his face. His gaze was fixed on the distant slaughter of their men.

"You don’t seem very bothered by their deaths," the purple haired man said.

Beside him stood another figure. Arms crossed. Black hair. Chiseled cheeks. His body was massive, extremely bulky, like a hardened soldier. A great warhammer rested against his back.

"If they died to those two, then it’s purely due to their incompetence," Poto replied calmly. "I can’t be bothered to care."

Ricu sighed and shook his head.

"You do realize those two," he said, pointing toward Callack and Selene, "the man is at the third level of the Awakening Realm, and the woman is at the second. With their level of strength, they’re clearly stronger than the rest."

Poto shrugged, uninterested.

"That explanation doesn’t matter," he said. "Either you or I could end their little rampage whenever we want."

Ricu nodded slowly. He was not wrong. He simply did not feel like fighting yet. A little peace and calm would have been nice.

But if they waited too long, the scavengers who followed them on this mission would be wiped out completely.

"Still," Poto muttered internally, his gaze drifting deeper into the village.

There.

Sitting atop one of the monuments.

A child.

No more than a year old.

Legs crossed. Eyes calm. As if carnage was not unfolding all around him.

Poto’s brow furrowed.

His senses had never failed him.

So why?

Why was he sensing such a terrifying threat from a baby of all things?

And worse.

The pressure he felt from that child was far greater than anything he had ever sensed before.

It made the hair at the back of his neck tingle uncomfortably.

"Just who is that child?" Poto muttered.

To be continued.