Gilt snapped the neck of the humanoid monster like a twig.
He snatched the axe that hung on the wall and then he threw vertically, pirouetted until it buried on the enemy’s chest. Blood bursted out and the entrails painted on the ground.
His vamp hearing snapped him as he heard another came on his back. He dragged his feet around to twirl, almost with no effort, his hand whipped and ripped its head off its body with sheer strength. And he drank the blood of whatever left inside of the head.
The blood wasn’t enticing, but barely replenished his hunger. Unlike the others who were fully transition into monsters, there were some who’s blood wasn’t contaminated by whatever had done to them.
He turned around and zoomed in to the next target. He broke its arm then decapitated it by simply pul
