No Longer Human In Apocalyptic World

DECLARATION (2)

He takes another step back.

His dark blood dripping down against his torn sleeves.

For a reason, the tentacles were able to hit him numerous times, indicating that the opponent in front of him wasn't as weak as it appeared despite the short stature.

Although the fact that he was able to cause the others to lose so much flesh with few of its tentacles, the other regeneration speeds are like a kind of an undefeated deity. If only he didn't look like a humanoid with no color other than pure white skinned with its dark ring red eyes. Then, 18061819 (Six) might think he was against some kind of human god.

"Hehe...aren't you thinking of giving up? I heard humans are well-known for that, in giving up."

Also, this figure was diametrically opposed to him, being a chatterbox.

The other has tried to move closer to him while afloat in the air, defying the Earth's gravity on its wish. After all, he wasn't a resident of this world.

His gleaming red eyes reflect the light rays as he stares at the strings of blood going around 18061819 (Six), thinking it wasn't the same with the tentacles they had, but this is an amazing discovery.

Who would say that the dark blood of a foreign being is working properly in these humans? This has piqued his interest in humans more, and the decision to come to Earth first was never regretted.

18061819 (Six) never heed the figure's utterance that is suspiciously similar to their human's universal language for an unknown reason. He stands, not letting his guard down, holding a pulsing blade who's been whispering at him not to be controlled by his instincts. Since all he kept on doing until now was attacking the figure before him under the beating heart, over, over, and over again. He tightened the grasp on the blade as if responding to shut it up.

Ready to strike anytime, the blade had no choice but to let its host be the boss.

Without knowing it, the opponent figure was under the captivation by the strings of blood.

18061819 (Six) has been left thinking about other things. The foreign figure's appearance is making him recall a little memory from the past. Back to a fateful day—the day when everything changed. However, the mind's aren't cooperating either. He can only have a brief moment when a certain young man was looking up to the sky as the looming shadow of a mothership appeared.

This, this memory, isn't helping him at all, and yet there was voice in his head that has been whispering... he needs to kill.

And it was the humanoid foreign being in front of him.

"Let me tell you something, I heard all the humans need to have names as identity, and I would be gladly to tell you what I've thought so far. Puri, you can call me Puri to give you an honour before death. I, Puri of the 2191M announced to the humans of Earth, we've come to take over what's rightfully ours."

"This is our planet," 18061819 (Six) coldly said to the other as he responded, staring vigilantly of how this figure named Puri will make his next move again.

"This was ours," Puri slowly said, the red eyes determined. He got annoyed at the the human words making his thick fleshy tentacles moves according to his, and he proceeded to make another moves. With that what he is waiting, 18061819 (Six) has jumped, avoiding it at the exact time before raising the blade as it has comes into contact to the tentacle. Another one again has been slashed, and it drops on the ground wriggling for a while. As once normal human but now a human without remorse he will never hesitate to cut nor kill everything under his blade.

The figure recently named himself as Puri winced through gritted teeth.

"You, how many times you will cut me!"

"..."

"You humans are indeed cruel."

"..."

"That's why you have to leave this planet!

"..."

"If I had known you were like this not going to talk at all, then I would have chosen the other one. " Puri continued to yell at 18061819 (Six) as he attempted to counteract his tentacles.

He understands the other complaints but it was not in his nature to respond.

So, when 18061819 (Six) came face to face with Puri, he merely blinked an eye.

Thanks to the noticeable differences in their features; otherwise, whoever who witnessing the fierce battle would have doubted they were just a pair of humans fighting on the ground.

Finally, being fed up with other's silence.

Puri has taken a stepped away to retreat for a while. Transforming all of tentacles into something resembling an iron steels, hard as another solid matter, that it when hit by his opponent's blade, the flesh was unharmed.

18061819 (Six) was a little surprised but inside him, and since his face has been trained to show nothing. Puri had didn't even catch a glimpse of reaction. It had irritated the foreign being once more.

Puri pursued his lips. Then getting more little closer to a human who had become too boring for him as he thought so.

He has no longer care to converse anymore.

His tentacles moves one after another as it was still on attacking 18061819 (Six) with the intent to kill.

Using more force than before, each tentacle has grown more heavy and powerful, not even allowing it to be severe by the scythe.

Though it was admirable that the blade could withstand Puri's attack, it seemed pointless if it couldn't even cut up a single tentacle.

With this disadvantage, 18061819 (Six) realizes he must do act with other ways.

Attacking at his back, one tentacle goes straight over at his waist, and able to hit his side as the cheongsam's left torn.

His flesh felt the lingering pain for a few seconds as he began to bleed, enabling the dark blood to flow out of his system.

Puri let out a low mocking chuckle when he noticed the tentacle's damaged at his boring opponent.

Humans are extremely weak, so why pray tell their forefathers were defeated!