The Imaginary God - Chapter 16
A shadow appeared above one of the Bunnitoria warriors as they were being attacked by an enemy monster. Arthur landed in front of one of his tribesmen as they were just about to be bitten to death by the beetle.
He lifted up his paws and grabbed onto the creature’s mandibles. Without even breaking a sweat, the tiny bunny lifted up the beetle and threw it to the side.they were currently in the middle of a dangerous war between his village, the Bunnitoria village, and an enemy tribe, the Kabuto Tribe. The two sides were at war due to the Kabuto Tribe’s scouts invading their home. Although the bunnitorias succeeded in holding them back, the main tribe caught wind of their actions and came over to them for revenge.
Their side originally consisted of twelve bunnies plus Arthur. Meaning they numbered thirteen in total. But this was nothing compared to their enemy which numbered over fifty warriors strong! Not only that, but the Bunnitorias were much weaker than the beetles. They were at a disadvantage in terms of quality and quantity.
Yet their losses only numbered two while the beetles had over fifteen of their warriors either defeated or killed. This was thanks to Arthur’s hard work. While the average Bunnitoria warrior wielded only a quarter of the strength of the beetle elites, Arthur’s power more than made up for that. He was stronger than even several of the elite beetles combined and wherever he stood, no friend of his would fall.
Of course the other bunnitorias were not pushovers either. Due to their knowledge of the area and many hidden traps that they planted, even without Arthur, the warriors were barely able to hold their own.
But like water from the sea, the tides began to change. The battle was almost at a standstill until two monsters came into play. The stag and hercules beetle monster.
As soon as they entered the stage, two Bunnitorias were immediately killed. Arthur did not even have time to react to their attacks.
The two creatures then slowly turned around to face the Bunnitoria before them.
The emotionless gaze that they gave Arthur was bone chilling.
“Aren’t you the leader of this tribe?”
“Ha? A leader that is this weak? It can’t possibly be him.”
While the beetle’s words were not false, since Arthur really wasn’t technically the village leader yet, they still pissed him off somewhat. Turning to them and snarling, he spoke telepathically, “Who are you? Why must you attack us?”
“Answering our question with a question are you? Unfortunately you are not worthy of an answer!” The beetle with the horns protruding from his face didn’t even finish speaking when he charged forward. Arthur quickly hopped out of the way as the horns flew passed the side of his head. Herc was quite surprised that Arthur was able to dodge his charge. Giving off a snort, he gave off a roar as he charged at Arthur once again, but this time his speed was doubled!
Unlike most members of his species, Herc’s largest horn was not facing toward the ground. When he was born, it was discovered that the horns rising out of his head were both facing up. Yet this was not a bad thing!
In fact it could even be seen as an advantage for him.
Unlike Stag, who was more suited for scheming and using his pincers to sneak through his enemies’ defenses, Herc preferred to charge in headfirst and take out his enemies with overwhelming strength. And since his horn facing toward the sky, he could use it much more effectively than if it was upside down. He was like a rhinoceros that charged at its enemies, and he truly gave off a ferocious aura while doing so. It was due to this and their differing personalities that both him and Stag did not get along.
Yet this all changed when they fought together.
As Herc approached Arthur with shocking speeds, Arthur looked at Herc as if he was facing an idiot and jumped out of the way. While he could not compare to the beetle’s speed, because it was just a directly straight path, he did not even need to put in much effort to move away from it.
But the second Arthur moved a sense of impending doom enveloped him. Relying on his instincts, Arthur maneuvered his body around and ducked his head down. At that exact moment, two pincerlike objects came out of nowhere and clamped down on where his head just was. A look of shocked flashed across Arthur’s face as he felt the pincers graze against the top of his ears. If he was just a second slower he would’ve been killed!
As soon as the pincers closed, Arthur flipped around and unleashed a powerful kick against Stag. When Stag, who was frozen in shock at Arthur’s speedy movement, felt the kick land onto his side, a dangerous feeling filled his body. Luckily enough his exoskeleton took the brunt of the attack, but that didn’t mean Stag came out unscathed.
While his body flew toa patch of dirt, Herc quickly came over to Stag’s side and gave Arthur a wary look. Although it seemed as if Stag was badly injured, in reality he was just in shock. His exoskeleton pretty much cancelled out the force of the kick, but there was now a large crack running across his naturally formed armor.
Even Herc was surprised these series of events. While Stag wasn’t known for his defensive capabilities, they weren’t something you could scoff at either. To have a crack form on his shell from just one kick showed just how strong Arthur was. The two warriors looked at Arthur in a new light. This time they did not underestimate him at all as they got into their own battle stances.
Arthur’s red eyes burned bright as a sense of danger was being exuded by the two beetles.
Clearly they were going all out now!
A powerful intent to battle began to build up within Arthur’s body. As that intent grew, a strange golden light began to form around the corner of his irises. But the golden light disappeared soon after the battle intent within Arthur reached its peak. A low guttural growl escaped from his throat as he shot forward instantly cutting the distance between him and the two beetles.
Herc quickly reacted by taking a step forward and swinging his horn down sideways. He didn’t have enough time to build up momentum to pierce anything with his horn, but he could attempt to use it to block Arthur. He timed it perfectly and the horn closed in on the closing projectile that was Arthur’s body. Just before they made contact however, Arthur quickly spun around and twisted his leg around to unleash another kick. With the force and momentum he built up, this kick would be several times more devastating than his earlier attack at Stag.
Unfortunately it was him underestimating the beetles this time.
Arthur thought that Stag and Herc shared similar defensive capabilities as they came from the same tribe. He didn’t know that within their tribe many different branches and species of beetles existed in harmony. And worse yet was that Herc’s species was not known for their attacks but their physical resistant nature!
As his kick finally collided with Herc’s horn, a sickening crunch sounded out while a wave of pain suddenly filled Arthur’s body.
Instead of breaking through Herc’s horn, his attack backfired on him and the recoil caused him to break his leg!
Stag, seeing a perfect chance for a counterattack, ignored his injured exoskeleton and charged in. World energy gather into his pincers while they began to glow with a blue sheen.
The power now held within his pincers was devastating, and if Arthur were to land within them, then there would be only one ending for him.
As the pincers approached and closed around Arthur, a strange change began to take over him.
Very little was known about the Bunnitoria race. Even they themselves did not know everything about their people and their true strength, much less the humans and monsters who explored the forest. For example, if someone were to say that the bunnitorias were the weakest monsters within the forest a few tens of thousands of years ago, the people who lived back then would have laughed at them.
This was because of one reason only, or rather one Bunnitoria.
Like the vain lions, very powerful monsters had all types of skills. And the same species did not obtain the same skills all the time. Yet there was a unique branch of skills that very few races could obtain.
A skill unique to one species of monsters and that species along. While the chance of one appearance was almost a one in a million chance, they would still sometimes appear. Just like at this very moment.
The Bunnitoria race’s bloodline skill, Berserk King. Through the countless years that the Bunnitorias have existed, this skill has only appeared within three members of their race. Arthur was the fourth!
While the second and third owner were not able to achieve much with the skill, the first was much different!
The bloodline skill would be at its strongest if the owner could devour some world energy from a stronger monster. And the first owner was very lucky to have made friends with a powerful monster that helped him hunt monsters in the past. In face, he was friends with a dragon!
The first owner became a beast that couldn’t be stopped by normal monsters. His skill not only passively sped up his growth but, if he wished for it, it could also give him a massive boost of power for a short period of time. Of course this boost would cause him to weaken until he couldn’t even walk by himself after the time limited was finished. Not even his friend back the. Could underestimate this little bunny lord.
Sadly the bunny was very arrogant and rarely interacted with those of the same race as him. He did not even help them with hunting forcing them to remain on their diet of fruits and vegetables. But it did not matter much as no monster would have dared offended the bunnitorias back then due to his presence. Unfortunately the bunny died without any offspring, making it so that no other powerful Bunnitoria could ever appear. Until the day a second Bunnitoria with the same skill started a relationship with a monster that was several times more powerful than himself.
Arthur was that bunny!
And while he had lost one of his legs, the fighting intent that was building up inside of him grew to an unprecedented level. Releasing a shocking aura filled with world energy, Arthur’s pure white fur began to turn into a deep shade of red. The pain in his leg numbed out and his flat edged teeth turned into fangs that were as sharp as knives.
Unparalleled power filled his body as a powerful roar escaped his mouth. This roar was no weaker than that of a vain lion’s!
As the blue pincers closed around his waist, a shocking thing happened. Just as they were about to clamp down onto Arthur, two blood red paws suddenly shot down and grabbed onto the pincer edges. Herc quickly took a step back. He didn’t do this because he was afraid or anything, but because what he saw was just that shocking.
Arthur was using his front paws to keep Stag’s pincers in place. No matter what the beetle did, he could not force the bladelike horns to go any further.
Feeling his current predicament, an instinctual sense of fear slowly crept into Stag’s body. Because of the placement of his pincers, he couldn’t move his head at all. But he was able to roll his eyes up to see what was happening. And what his eyes met wasn’t a powerful Bunnitoria monster, but a tyrannical red demon.
Arthur’s red fur and eyes caused a chill to go down Stag’s body as his body trembled at the sight.
Suddenly without warning, Arthur lifted Stag up and slammed him down into the ground. The force of the attack caused him to cough out green blood from his mouth. Unfortunately that wasn’t the end of it. Arthur then charge forward to a petrified Herc and slammed Stag down over his head. Despite having a broken leg, Arthur moved as if he did not have a single injury at all. In fact, it seemed as if his speed had even increased slightly. While Herc was mostly protected thanks to his exoskeleton, the crack on Stag’s armor increased even further. Arthur then slammed Stag down on Herc three more times consecutively.
Each attack caused the crack to grow until finally, on the fifth strike, stag’s armor shattered into pieces. While it could grow back, having it shattered brought waves upon waves of pain onto him. For a split second there, Stag even wished Arthur could just kill him.
But after destroying his armor, Arthur threw Stag aside and placed all of his attention on Herc, who had already recovered from the unorthodox attacks. With Arthur’s murderous eyes facing him, Herc knew that he wasn’t as fast as the Bunnitoria and he could not escape, so he chose to prepare himself for a battle.
The two fearsome monsters charged at each other and began a blow to blow fight. The battle was so intense that if anyone was watching them and the fight between Lugo and Kabo, they would say that Arthur’s battle was much more extreme.
One of Arthur’s punches struck Herc so hard that one of his eyes actually popped out of his head. Herc, constantly smashing his horn into Arthur, broke some of his ribs and even the bones within his paw were fractured. But even with all of this, the two of them did not stop throwing out their punches and swings.
Their attacks became faster and faster as parts of Arthur’s flesh flew from his body and a large amount of blood spilt from Herc’s armor as there were now countless holes puncturing it. More shock would fill Herc’s mind every second the fight would go on. Both he and Stag originally believed that they would finish this fight without much effort, yet now one of them was completely incapacitated while the other was just inches away from death. What he couldn’t understand the most was how Arthur was still alive from all of his wounds.
What he did not know was that Arthur’s bloodline skill would forcibly numb out all pain and keep him alive until the moment it wore off. And even once it wore off, unless his wounds were a hundred percent unsurvivable, he wouldn’t die from his injuries. He would only die if Herc landed a final blow that could kill him afterwards. But he would need to survive Arthur’s onslaught first.
Just at that moment, the claws and Arthur’s undamaged paw tightened as he used the full force of his body to swing it around over to Herc’s face. With a sickening crunch, his entire arm flattened into a fleshy paste due to the rebound force of his punch. Also known as, an accordi-arm. But through this self-mutilation, that final strike held shocking power.
His paw made contact with Herc’s horn and directly broke through it before landing on his head. Cracks formed throughout Herc’s body on impact, and with a blood curdling scream, chunks of his armor shot off his fleshy body and fell onto the ground!
Bubbles foamed out of Herc’s mouth as his green blood poured out of every corner of his body.
Collapsing onto his back, he turned his frightened gaze over to where Arthur was standing. There was no doubt in his mind that the next attack would undoubtedly end his life. But as he waited with bated breath, the next attack never came.
Confused, Herc looked up to find Arthur also collapsed onto the ground. That last attack took every last bit of strength he had in him. Arthur barely had the strength to breathe properly much less land a finishing blow on Herc.
But Herc was different!
While he also barely had any power left, he could still give off one last attack to finish the fight. And considering Arthur’s state, there was no way he would survive.
Herc dragged his crippled body over to Arthur and lifted up his shattered horn in preparation to pierce the Bunnitoria’s heart.
But just as the horn pierce the upper layer of skin of Arthur’s chest, a loud explosion blasted out behind him. The force of the explosion blew Arthur and his two opponents away over to a random patch of trees.
Herc, who was the most abled body at the time, was able to resist it a bit before being blown away though. And in that split second that he resisted, what he witnessed caused his eyes to be filled with fear.