I rolled to avoid his mad charge, he smashed into the machines completely crushing one and sending it flying into other smaller machines. Three was still supporting me with her bow while the others were still busy making sure the zombies were actually 'dead'. I had an Idea and started shooting flames at the floor behind me in a wide area. The floor of the factory was normally made of hard stone but the area behind me was made of metal. I beleived it to be the roof of the underground room the workers built here some time ago. Ill have to apologize to them later.

The muscle zombie recovered and immediately started charging at me again. Despite the arrows accurately hitting him in what would normally be his vitals he kept running. Arrows sticking out of his face covered in mucus, blood and brain matter seem to just make him run faster as more peirced him. The large holes in his chest from me shooting him repeatedly had already stopped bleeding somehow and were filling in with what looked like transparent skin. He was about half a minute from reaching me and I cut the flame thrower and shot some blue mana into a crack in the floor not far in front of me. I waited till he was too close to slow down and activated it. A large chunk of rock shot up out of the ground acting as a ramp for the speeding zombie, causing him to fly upwards and lose his footing at the same time. He spun around in the air and landed right on the spot of the floor I had heated up in advance. The metal crumpled in its heated state and the Musclehead fell into the underground room. I quickly ran over, taking out my sword on the way and jumped in after him. Stabbing him deep in the stomach using the momentum from my fall to really drive it in there. I ripped out my sword and shoved my hand into the hole in his guts I made and filled it with red and blue mana, forcing it to compress until it cant anymore. Then it will release and expand rapidly. Pulling my hand out of its stomach I jumped out of the hole in the ceiling and looked down at it. It was trying in vain to move its oversized arm and get up.

The workers had conveiniently finished their fight as soon as I was out of the hole and had come over to see what was going on. They had approached the hole until I told them to stay back. Then I activated the mana in the monsters gut.

*BOOOOOOOOOM*

The explosion was louder than anything I have heard, except the mana explosion from a while back. Blood, meat and muscle flew in all directions. Covering me and the workers in filth and blood. They didnt react very much to that though. They were just staring at what was left of the monster in the pit. Needless to say it doesnt look much like a monster anymore now does it? I thought to myself. I let a soft chuckle escape, which made a couple of the girls twitch. I wouldnt have noticed it under normal circumstances, the only reason that I did was because one of the girls had a tear in her skin. Yet there was no blood coming out of it, underneath the tear was pure nothingness. What the hell are these girls?

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Laskia was on her usual round in the forest. Enjoying her slide through the thick grass and the pleasent breeze through the forest was one of the perks of being a guard. Well, that and the pay. The guards get paid very well, and she took full advantage of it. This forest had been her home for as long as she can remember and she took pride in the fact that she helped protect it.

She slithered around the edge of the forest looking for any signs of intruders. Making sure to not leave any trace of her trail. She changed up her route all the time to avoid leaving any kind of markers that someone patrols here. The other lamia guards just though that she was being too careful but she loved this city. She didnt want anything bad to happen to it and would protect it with her life. She went around a tree to dodge a large branch that had fallen off a nearby tree and kept moving. A small hill had come up and she climbed it with ease, using the trees as a sort of ladder to get herself to the top where an extremely tall tree waited for her. She often climbed this tree as it was extremely tall and she could see almost the entire forest from it. Wrapping her tail around the tree and using the branches to lift herself up it was easy for her. She reached the top in no time and took a deep breath while she looked over the entire forest. From the edge to the -

She never finished that thought. Her lifeless corpse hit the ground with a thud forming a small pool of blood around her. The three blades that ended her life reflected the light of the sun as they stuck proudly out of her chest, throat and forehead. The owner of said blades was currently on his way to retrieve them, as well as dispose of his latest victim. She was the last of the guards on duty to fall to his knives. He trusted his brothers to take care of the others and fulfill their duties. The city would be buzzing trying to figure out why all their on duty guards had not reported in. Which is the perfect time to strike, then he and his brothers would reap the rewards. He smiled while pulling his blades out of the deceased lamia, recounting an old rhyme he had heard in his youth.

"One knife

Two knives

Three knives stuck,

If you miss one

they still will be fucked.

hehehehhheh"

He stopped after he pulled the third blade out and looked at the sky listfully.

"...I miss mummy, I wish she didnt make me kill her."

He sighed deeply and went back to work.