A loud groan erupted.
The headless corpse remained unmoved from the spot, Its hands moved, the atmosphere was overwhelmed by the radiations which surged, the air was covered in pitch blackness.
A second was all it took for it to regenerate.
Regrowing its head seconds later, a grin appeared on its lips, Its crimsoned gaze glowed brightly, facing the direction were the bullets were fired from, its eyes squinted.....facing the direction of the sniper.
Its eyes squinted.
" Here i thought there's nothing capable of hurting me in this weak dimension, I guess i underestimated this livestocks, who may that be? " It questioned, taking a step forward when he felt it.
The agony of being impaled from the back, the soldier thrusted his blade into the body of the Mogorth, he's the only survivor of the Anzerath soldiers, the special level gifted amongst them.
[Meanwhile]
