Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

The Huntsman's arrow whizzed through the air and aimed straight for the boar's heart.

Strangely enough, this arrow was slow enough for Atlan to be able to react to it, albeit barely. The arrow was fast, but Atlan could at least be able to see a blur in his vision, which meant that he would be able to dodge it if he was fast enough.

Atlan quickly moved the boar's heart away from the arrow, but found that it would be too late.

He decided to use his own body to block the arrow.

It bounced off his chitinous armor, making a large dent in his bulky battle suit.

"Do not worry, for I am not an unfair being. Despite your cheating methods, you have won the game. You reached the boar and harvested its heart even though you were severely injured.

You are a remarkable human, and I respect that.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

You are not able to understand this, but it does not matter.

I will only fire one arrow at you, for I cannot stand the sight of that boar's heart. It digs deep into my own and makes me remember the regret that has been plaguing it.

So, run. Run to the farthest reaches of the dark forest and never return to my territory ever again."

The Huntsman pulled out an arrow from his quiver and notched it in his bow.

Even if he couldn't understand its words, Atlan wouldn't have stood still as the Huntsman aimed directly at his heart.

Despite the aching pain of his body, he started to overload his body with the False Mutation of his Angel Wings once again. Once activated, he was able to push his body faster and faster until he was able to get away from the Huntsman.

Each step he made left a deep imprint on the wet soil. It would have been extremely easy to track him down if the Huntsman wanted it. But it didn't. It stayed in place and aimed his arrow at Atlan without moving a single inch. It was as if it was giving him enough time to leave as far away as he could. Your journey continues at empire

Atlan continued running in a straight line. He knew that trying to confuse the Huntsman was a fruitless endeavor. It could find him even in the thickest parts of the fog. He would only be wasting precious energy and time by doing so.

He ran, and ran, and ran.

Until he finally heard the sound of the bow's string snapping behind him.

TWANG!

The promised arrow arrived behind Atlan, following closely behind him. Atlan tried his best to outrun the slow arrow, but it stayed behind him at the perfect pace.

And slowly, it started to shorten the distance.

"Protect the boar's heart at all costs, Atlan. It is the only reason why the Huntsman didn't kill you the moment it set its eyes on you."

The arrow had a clear objective. It wanted to pierce through the object of the Huntsman's regret. It wanted to get rid of the very source of its sadness.

The boar's heart was never meant to be in the hands of a human. If the Huntsman didn't experience such tremendous heartbreak whenever it saw the boar's heart, then it would have killed Atlan before he could even approach the boar.

Atlan shielded the boar's heart by putting his own body in its line of sight.

Unfortunately, the Huntsman's arrow was no normal arrow. It suddenly increased its speed and overtook him in just a fraction of a second.

Then, it defied physics by quickly turning around and aiming for the boar's heart that was hidden in front of his chest.

It dived down, forcing Atlan to move the heart to the side.

And just as the arrow was about to hit his chest, it suddenly stopped and hovered an inch above his battle suit.

Then, it turned to the side and chased after the heart in Atlan's hands.

He tried his best to avoid the arrow, but it would follow his every movement no matter where he positioned his hands.

Just as the arrow was about to hit the heart, it suddenly embedded itself deep into a dead tree.

Atlan purposefully walked next to the dead trees of the dark forest, hoping that it would be enough to deter the arrow from chasing him.

TGUSH!

The arrow burst through the other side of the tree and continued chasing after him.

Atlan continued to jog through the dark forest, occasionally running past the vines and the shrubbery in an attempt to slow down the arrow, but it continued to chase after him as if it had a mind of its own.

It perfectly matched his speed.

He guessed that even if he used his Angel Wings, it would be perfectly capable of keeping up with him as long as he had the boar's heart in his hands.

Just then, as if it had enough, the arrow rushed ahead of Atlan and stopped 50 meters in front of him.

Atlan stopped, feeling an ominous premonition from the arrow.

The tip of the arrow suddenly glowed blue as electricity crackled on its surface. Not only that, the shaft turned red with yellow cracks like magma.

The combination of both elements destroyed everything in its path. The dead trees, shrubbery, and grass that dared to be in its way were disintegrated into mere ashes.

This dangerous arrow headed straight for Atlan at speeds much faster than what it had shown before. He could only see a blur.

This was serious.

He quickly moved the boar's heart to the side, hoping that he'd be able to move it away from harm's way.

But the arrow didn't change directions. It kept going straight.

A realization dawned on him. This time, the arrow wasn't aiming for the boar's heart; it was aiming for him!

"Damn! Atlan, you must dodge away from this attack. If it hits you head-on, then it could destroy a whole layer of your chitinous armor!"

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