I Alone Regress in a Hero Party That Was Annihilated - Chapter 40

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#40. Raw Night (1)

Whitish shadows move beyond the blizzard.

Frost Wolves buried their bodies in the white light of the snowy field while baring their teeth.

[Grrrrrrr…]

The monsters, driven mad by the scent of blood, staked their lives on tonight’s hunt to somehow fill their starving intestines.

Meanwhile.

“You bastards! Come at us!”

“We can’t die after coming this far!”

“Do you know how many times we’ve overcome death until now!?”

In the middle of the snowy field where the blizzard raged fiercely, the prisoners were preparing for battle with spears and shields.

The endless white of the snowy field was completely devouring their vision.

The wolves repeatedly disappeared and appeared in the fierce winds of the snowy field.

Teeth hanging down like the hem of a ghost’s garment.

At the end of those, one prisoner spurted blood from his neck.

However.

Thunk!

The prisoners’ spear tips also dug into the wolf’s flank.

Rip―

The tough hide tore and the ribs inside broke.

The wolf retreated while bleeding, and the prisoners filled the dead man’s position.

[Growl!]

The Frost Wolves charged all at once.

The first wolf rushed forward and crashed into one prisoner’s shield.

The shield shook from the impact, and the prisoner had to absorb that shock with his entire body.

He resolutely aimed for the wolf’s neck and stabbed.

The spear tip pierced through the wolf’s flesh and blood scattered over the snow.

Red frost stains the pure white snowy field.

“Revenge, you bastard!”

“You think only you have teeth? I have a spear too!”

“Aaaaah! Come in! Come on! I said come in!”

The prisoners and wolves clashed fiercely.

The wolves’ claws and teeth pounding on the shields were as fierce as the blizzard.

The prisoners desperately fought back while gripping their spears tightly.

Their breathing was rough and their faces froze cold as ice.

The prisoners gathered around one point to form a defensive formation and continued fighting the Frost Wolves.

Eventually.

[Grrrrrrrrr…]

The Frost Wolves slowly retreated.

The prisoners shouted in ecstasy.

“We did it! We won!”

“They’re retreating!”

“Haha―are you scared? Then run away with your tails between your legs, you damn mutts!”

They were greatly encouraged by the fact that they had driven away that terrifying pack of Frost Wolves.

Right then.

“Everyone put down your weapons and step back.”

Featherback, who had been quietly standing still until now, stepped forward.

Then some of the surviving prisoners, unable to overcome the excitement of the bloody battle, snorted angrily.

“What? You’ve been standing still this whole time and now what are you saying? I bought this spear and shield with my own money! Now you want to take them away again? Why? Are you afraid that we awakened ones might band together and rebel like we just did…”

One person raised his voice but couldn’t finish his words.

Crack!

Because a giant hand that shot out from beyond the blizzard grabbed his head and crushed it.

“Ugh!?”

“What, what is that?”

“What the hell is that…!?”

Only then did the Prisoners retreat in terror.

The Frost Wolves that had been charging ferociously just moments before didn’t suddenly retreat because they feared the Prisoners’ resistance.

[Kikikikikik…]

The Frost Wolves were now wary of that massive shadow sneering at them from beyond the blizzard.

Phit—phit—phit—phit—

The Torches illuminating the area around the cargo wagon went out one after another.

A blade-like wind strong enough to extinguish even the flames burning on thick whale blubber began to blow.

Whiiiiiiing—

A massive Monster carried by that wind revealed itself.

“Hmm. Is that a Yate?”

Featherback narrowed his eyes.

Yate (གཡའ་དྲེད).

A high-ranking Monster that the Natives living in the Mountain Foothills call the ‘Butcher of Snowy Nights.’

It had an appearance as if all the terror, cruelty, and despair of the Snowy Field had been roughly carved into human form.

Its frame was as tall as a massive Castle Tower, and its body was covered in endless white, coarse fur.

Its massive forehead protruded abnormally, and its eye sockets were deeply and darkly sunken.

The entire skin around its eyes was discolored to a dark blue, making it look like the face of the dead.

[Gakakakakak—]

The Yate curled up the corners of its mouth and laughed.

Its mouth opened wide like the gates of Hell.

Long, sharp fangs were densely embedded, and between those teeth, old blood and flesh of victims clung and rotted.

Featherback stepped forward.

‘As expected, human blood is the best for luring this one out.’

Yates had long been a vicious species that drew countless complaints from the Territory Residents of the Northern Outskirts.

They would also become troublesome Monsters that would cause numerous damages to Merchants once Trade Routes were established in the future.

Catching one while passing by would eliminate future troubles in advance, so there were many benefits in various ways.

Moreover, the inner core inside a Yate’s body would be good nourishment for a Cultivator.

‘It’s much larger than a typical Yate. If the Demon King revives and it receives a share of that energy, it might evolve to at least 5-Star level.’

…The problem was that Yates were classified as high-ranking Monster species, and Subjugation of a single one required at least five 3-Star Knights.

Moreover, that Yate had a body size about 1.5 times larger than typical Yates.

It seemed to be an individual that served as a leader among the Yates in This Area.

Knowing this, the Prisoners’ faces were paler than the Snowy Field itself.

“W-we’re finished.”

“Featherback, that damn bastard’s done for too.”

“We need to run away now! Quickly, we need to break these chains…”

The Prisoners, with no way to escape from the iron chains and handcuffs, could only fidget and stamp their feet restlessly.

…However.

‘These are the ones I slaughtered countless times on Meursault Mountain during the Demon Realm War. Using about 2-Star level Mana should be sufficient.’

Featherback walked out calmly as if catching a slightly large flying insect.

Sring—

The sword that emerged from its sheath shot toward its target.

…Thunk!

The blade Featherback extended severed one joint of the Yate’s fingertip.

[Kraak!?]

The Yate hastily withdrew its hand and began thrashing wildly.

Whooom—

The Yate launched its first attack.

A massive fist came flying.

It was like a battering ram charging to break down a Castle Gate.

However, Featherback slightly dodged the fist while simultaneously driving his blade into the side of the Yate’s fist.

Slaaaaaash!

As the fist passed by, the sword naturally cut through the leather and flesh up to the elbow.

Yate had suffered an even greater wound due to its own strength.

[Kraaaaaaak!?]

Yate roared and retreated backward.

But by then, Featherback had already approached close to Yate’s side.

Thunk! Thunk!

Featherback’s Low Thrust extended as if sweeping the floor.

It consecutively severed the Achilles tendons of both of Yate’s ankles.

Thud―!

Yate collapsed face-first onto the floor.

The creature quickly pressed its hands against the ground and lifted its upper body, turning its head left and right to catch Featherback.

“With all this thick fur, you can’t see me.”

Featherback was already on top of Yate’s back, firmly gripping the coarse fur at the nape of its neck.

“This is troublesome. Just die already.”

The white blade swept horizontally across Yate’s throat.

Whoosh―!

A fountain of blood shot out due to tremendous blood pressure, drawing a bright red line across the snowy field.

[Gurgle!? Gurgle!? Gurgle!?]

Yate hastily brought both hands together to block the crack in its neck.

Featherback nodded while stepping on the back of Yate’s head.

“That’s right. You probably think you can block it. Everyone does that when their neck is half-severed.”

The white blade rose high into the sky.

Featherback spoke in his characteristic emotionless tone.

“If it were me, I’d try to grab the enemy behind me instead of clutching my neck.”

The blade fell like white lightning.

Crack―

Yate’s skull split deeply vertically and met with the horizontal wound on its neck, forming a cross shape.

…Thump!

Yate’s body sprawled across the snowy field.

Featherback came down to the ground as if it were nothing special.

“…Is it because it’s before the Demon King awakens? Even the monsters are strangely corrupted by peace. They have no Wild Nature at all.”

It would have been an infuriating comment if the dead Yate had heard it, but the creature was already dead.

So only the prisoners who had been watching this entire scene could turn pale with shock.

Featherback shook off the frozen blood ice crystals from his white hair.

“What are you looking at?”

“Th, that… that thing…”

The prisoners all lowered their eyes in unison.

They couldn’t bear to meet Featherback’s eyes that glowed red through the blizzard.

The pretty, scholarly young master before them felt much more terrifying than the hideous monsters like the Frost Wolf and Yate.

Meanwhile, Featherback stroked his chin.

“We’ll camp here tonight.”

“Pardon?”

Sancho, who was mixed in with the group of prisoners, was shocked.

“No, Young Master. This is the middle of a snowy field with a raging blizzard! How are we supposed to spend the night here?”

“Figure it out yourselves. Whether you pile up snow to make walls or dig pits.”

“W-we’re fine with whatever… but won’t you be very cold, Young Master?”

The other prisoners also nodded at Sancho’s excuse.

But Featherback’s attitude remained indifferent.

“I have a warm sleeping bag.”

“What? No matter how warm a sleeping bag is, in this blizzard…”

The moment Sancho tilted his head in confusion.

Riiip—

Featherback suddenly swung his sword and sliced open the Yate’s belly hide.

Steam—steam—steam—

The hot entrails inside the wide-open belly hide spewed out white vapor.

Featherback unhesitatingly pried open the Yate’s belly hide and pushed his body inside.

“Want to sleep warmly?”

“….”

“Come in here.”

Featherback cut through the Yate’s internal organs with his sword, pushing them to one side.

In the process, several corpses that appeared to be natives could be seen through the translucent membrane of the stomach.

Some of them were still only partially digested.

“Urgh! Bleurgh!”

Sancho and the other prisoners vomited.

Even some prisoners who prided themselves on having strong stomachs covered their mouths with their hands and looked down.

Featherback nodded.

“If you don’t want to, then don’t.”

The Yate’s belly hide closed.

…Thud!

The warm stench of blood also disappeared, buried in the cold blizzard.

The night on the snowy field continued to deepen in its raw, brutal state.

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