“Fuck, you stubborn bastard just won’t die.”
The moment he thought the enemy was dead, all the tension seemed to abruptly drain out of him.
At the same time, the pain in his ribs that had been suppressed by painkillers and stimulants seemed to come crashing back all at once.
Swoosh.
“……?!”
Then the body separated from its head slowly raised one trembling arm.
Before fear even registered, Deathbringer first felt sheer disgust and exhaustion.
The arm holding the gun hurriedly swung toward the severed body.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
He pulled the trigger five times in rapid succession.
The fired bullets burst and pulverized what remained of the mass of flesh.
Thud.
Once gaping holes had been punched through the upper body, the raised arm dropped again.
“…Fuck. That seriously scared the shit out of me.”
It’s dead… right?
Please tell me it’s dead.
Overcome by the wave of weakness washing through him, Deathbringer dropped to his knees.
In practical terms, he had not actually done all that much, but that did not mean he had the physical or mental strength left to handle anything more here.
That only made his prayer more desperate.
Deathbringer’s breathing gradually quickened.
“Shit, have the meds worn off…? Fuck, this hurts.”
He tried to force himself upright before quickly…