Chapter 37

“So brother, why exactly is your cousin running away from you?” Eliot, who was cleaning his sword covered in monster blood, asked with an exasperated expression.

"He's not running away; that's more like a joke for him." Shrugging his shoulders, Ziad continued to burn the scattered monster corpses.

If he didn't, the smell could attract even more of these creatures and none of them were in the mood to fight an endless horde of monsters.

“So you're telling me that we're going after him; why is he 'playing' with you?“ Casting an indignant look at his friend, he saw him shrug his shoulders again.

“Like this”

“Fuck!” Groaning and rubbing the blood harder, Eliot cursed “I know he's your relative, but I want to kill him!“

“Get in line,” jokingly, Ziad approached the last pile of monsters that the soldiers, whom he had only memorized the name of Nero, who was the leader, piled up.

“Those were the last ones” Shaking his hands, and trying to remov