I Became A Zompirewolf

'What are these bastards doing?'

,m Ashton's undead soldiers had led him to the black market. At least where it was supposed to be. The market had been destroyed. The gates, the stalls, everything inside was in tatters. As Ashton quietly snuck inside, he was greeted by another gruesome sight.

Everything around him was covered in blood and gore. Not a single inch of space was left untainted blood. The place appeared to be rundown as if a century had passed since the place was last used when in reality, it barely had been a day.

The place did not look like it belonged there among the rest of the buildings and structures. He looked around cautiously, not knowing what to expect.

Suddenly, the air around him felt heavier than before. It was absurd to think of it like that but it felt as if the air was begging him to turn away and run. On the other hand, the smoke was getting denser. Ashton had no doubt that the source of the smoke was somewhere close by.

If only he could find it, maybe he'll also find the reason why the undead were there and what were they up to.

"Look around, tell me if you see something suspicious. But be careful not to make noises." Ashton instructed the undead who immediately spread out.

While the undead were doing their own thing, Ashton couldn't shrug off the weird feeling. He had no doubt the bastards were up to something. However, the lack of zombies left a sour taste in his mouth.

If something important was going on there, then shouldn't they be protecting the place? That was the question Ashton kept asking. Regardless of that, Ashton kept moving forward. Until he saw something that made even his skin crawl.

The ground beneath his feet was soaked up in crimson blood like the rest of the market. However, hundreds of bones were scattered everywhere, and these were just any bones... they were mortal skeletons, belonging to humans and werewolves.

But that wasn't all. At some distance, he could also see a pile of mangled corpses. The Zombies must be behind it, but only God knows what was the reason behind doing it. Upon closer inspection, Ashton realised these were the guards stationed at the black market.

All of these people were exceptional fighters, even if they were only in their mid-20s in terms of levels.

"How come these people did not turn into zombies despite being so close to the smoke?"

[Maybe the smoke can't convert those who were killed before it could take effect?]

Ashton nodded. It could be a possibility. However, since these corpses had been piled up neatly, it meant someone or something was there doing all this weird shit.

"Let's get a closer look," Ashton mumbled before heading towards the corpses, hoping to get a clue or two behind what was going on there.

However, the next moment he heard a bunch of hasty steps coming toward him. They were talking quite loudly, so Ashton decided to hide and listen to what these people were talking about. Hundreds of Undead assholes kept popping up there like mushrooms in the rain.

But they weren't alone. Behind them were more than a hundred humans and werewolves. All of them were chained together and had a collar around their neck. Just by looking into their lifeless eyes, Ashton knew they were under some kind of a spell.

But the worse was yet to come. The director was one of the people who had been captured along with her niece who also happened to be the owner of the black market.

"What is this..."

[I'm just as clueless as you are.]

"How much blood do we need!" One of the undead dressed in similar clothes as Servina yelled.

"Shut up and keep killing them. When we have killed enough of them, the summoning would be completed by itself." Another one yelled back, "Also stop asking me questions as if I know any more than you do!"

"The situation is already tense. We have lost all communications from any other group." Yet another one chimed in, "It's safe to assume we are on our own."

'Summoning? What the hell are these bastards up to?'

The more Ashton listened to them, the wilder the situation became. Smearing blood all over the place would summon a creature? What kind of stuff were these undead assholes smoking?

[Whatever it is, it doesn't seem like it would do us any good. Just kill them now.]

Ashton rushed at them before they could kill anyone. Usually, he would have waited for his undead soldiers to arrive before attacking them. But now wasn't the time.

He could not allow those bastards to kill anyone, or else they could possibly end up successfully summoning whatever the fuck they wanted to.

Ashton brought out his hand cannon and blasted the zombies away. The creatures were surprised to see him there and thus couldn't counter-attack.

"Damn it! He's already here!"

"What are you waiting for, start killing the people while we-"

Before the undead could finish what he was saying, his head was chopped off along with dozens of others. Ashton had jumped right into the centre of the horde, killing the undead like a butcher.  He swung Balmond around as if he was a shredder.

Anyone who dared to go near him got their heads chopped off. But soon, he began taking damage as well. He was strong, but he wasn't unstoppable. He had jumped into an ant hive, it was obvious the ants would bite him.

This would have been the perfect opportunity to test out [Heaven's Downfall] skill. However, since it had a wide range, Ashton would have ended up killing innocents as well. Something he wasn't keen on doing, as he could potentially end up summoning the creature himself.

At the same time, some of the undead left the group and headed toward the hostages. If they could somehow summon the beast they had been wanting to, they just might be able to end the mutant once and for all.

"Get over here!" Ashton yelled before pushing the crowd aside using his unstoppable strength.

Ashton punched the ground with all his strength, sending a shockwave and knocking everyone down. Unfortunately, one of the hostages got caught up in the attack and fell over an undead's blade.

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Blood Ritual was successful.

<Tainted Ogre's Ghoul> has been summoned from the abyss.

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