I Became A Zompirewolf

The soldiers having no way out, jumped Celeste, only to be impaled by shadow spikes. The lusty witch was about to do the same to Hana when she realised who the woman was. The Master wanted this person to be delivered to him unscathed.

Why did Ashton want Hana unharmed? Celeste never bothered to ask useless questions, especially when her Master wasn't in a jolly mood. The only objective in her life was to blindly follow Ashton's command, nothing else.

Hana had already lost a couple of screws, and witnessing her soldiers' death only worsened her situation. However, being undead, Hana couldn't go crazy as it was a horror reserved for mortal souls.

"Take me to your Master. That's what you're here for, aren't you?" Hana calmly inquired while raising her hands, surrendering to the shadowmancer.

"Ah shit, you're no fun!" Celeste pouted, "I was thinking of torturing you, but that's not going to happen now. Ugh, fine, come along. At least the Master will be pleased I found you first."

***

Ashton was standing in the courtyard, admiring the carnage his summons were causing. Tartarus was completely ablaze, and the labs had been utterly destroyed.

The ground was littered with mangled corpses and blood. Screams from the enemies slowly began to die out. It wasn't because his troops had to retreat but because not many people were left to kill now. It was hell... No, even worse than hell with the grim reaper in the centre of it all.

Balmond was also having the time of his life. Going around the campus, finding and killing anyone that came into his sight, was a wonderful feeling.

On the other hand, Mikosh's experience of the event was completely different. As soon as Anna left, her influence on Mikosh faded, and he regained control over his body and mind.

However, he could only wish he had never awakened after witnessing the sight in front. His soldiers were getting slaughtered right before his eyes, and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

It wasn't like he didn't try; he did. But what possibly could he have accomplished against someone of Ashton's calibre? The sole reason he was left alive was that he was deemed insignificant to kill.

Whether Mikosh lived or not was none of Ashton's concern. Although surprisingly, the latter enjoyed the fear-stricken look on Mikosh's face. It calmed Ashton's nerves a bit. Sadly, it wasn't enough to quell his rage.

In an attempt to save his butt, Mikosh gave Ashton some classified information. One of which was about Hana, who was one of the president's adopted children.

"Adopted, you fuckers can't even get an erection to pop children of your own. Doesn't that makes all your children 'adopted'?" Ashton absentmindedly mocked the chief.

The undead had a method of 'procuring' their children outside the norm. They did it by biting and transferring genetic material to humans. Thus the human became the undead's 'natural' child.

However, in an event where an undead invited an already existing undead into their family, they became an 'adopted' or 'illegitimate' child. Due to the nature of 'adoption', an adopted child was usually stronger than their 'natural sibling'.

"That's why we call them by different-" Mikosh was busy explaining more about the undead society when Balmond pointed toward his throat.

"For an undead, you talk too much." Ashton took a deep breath before a smile replaced his grim expression.

While Mikosh was busy yapping about their society, the news Ashton had been waiting for finally reached his ears. Celeste had found Hana, and they were on their way back.

Ashton then connected himself to the rest of the summons, "Everyone, gather those who are alive and fall back. We got what we came here for."

As his voice boomed over Tartarus, Mikosh had conflicting feelings. Were they going to end their rampage now, or was something even more sinister about to happen now?

Sadly, he wouldn't live long enough to know the answer.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?" Ashton calmly asked Mikosh while placing his hand on the latter's shoulder.

"I-I don't think there's anything l-left for me to say, noble one!"

Mikosh replied, putting the most charming smile on his face that he could. Unfortunately, there was no mirror for him to review his god-awful rizz one last time.

"Then you have overlived your usefulness. May you rest in chaos now."

Ashton nodded, and Balmond impaled the undead's chest without skipping a beat. Rotten blood splurted everywhere like a broken faucet just as Celeste returned with Hana on her toes.

At the same time, the rest of the summons and skeletons returned with eleven undead soldiers. Much to Ashton's surprise, Jwayne was one of them.

"Good, everyone is here," he mumbled while stomping on Mikosh's corpse, "I didn't think so many of you would be alive. Maybe I overestimated myself. Either way, congratulations on making it this far."

He continued, "Unfortunately for you, I don't like to be wrong. Since I was expecting three people to remain alive by the time I was done, we'll be sticking to that number. Which means... nine of you have to go."

The summons giggled, enjoying the misery of the weak ones. Usually, Ashton would have let the soldiers go as they were only doing their duty. However, that was far from the truth.

No matter whether they were soldiers or high-ranking officials. All of them were equally guilty of participating in gut-wrenching experiments on humans.

If anything Mikosh revealed was true, they took pride in torturing and killing humans... including his father. Ashton didn't even want to know what kinds of bastardly things they had to have done to turn his father into the monster he became.

"Hand them some weapons." Ashton announced, "If they want to live, they can fight for their survival."

Twelve skeletons readily offered their weapons to the prisoners. However, Ashton pulled Hana out of the competition. After all, how was he supposed to get into the president's head if she were to die?