Inside the city, atop the city wall, a soldier gripped a bolt-action rifle, aiming squarely at an amorphous mass of flesh before him. The creature had lost all recognizable limbs, lying slumped on the ground like a pool of pink, rotting meat, with only a few tentacles writhing frantically. Those tentacles were utterly smooth and shimmered with an eerie phosphorescence that made his head spin!
No... The soldier instantly forced his focus back onto the pink flesh and slowly retreated, making sure this monster—once his comrade—could not harm him, and that his bolt-action rifle remained dead-locked on the target. Yet, as the soldier stared at the mass of rotting meat, he actually found himself swallowing hard against his will!
A rich fragrance drifted through the air. The rotting meat was emitting an alluring, delicate scent that made the soldier's mouth water uncontrollably, filling his heart with a delightful awakening of appetite!
Chapter 131