Lahat ng Kabanata ng Clouded By The Stars: New Moon: Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

Undead had terrible naming sense. It seems that it wasn’t just their lives that had been lost when they died. Just like Muscles was a direct expression of his name, Slender was also an exact definition of his name. His prominent clavicular and rib bones as well as his overtly expressed zygomatic bone and temporalis muscle were enough to show that he was wasted. While he was tall, he was as slim as a broom and would have been mistaken for a terminally ill man if he wasn’t already dead. Standing with Muscles, they drew such a stark contrast between themselves that it was almost comical; however, the Undead with them didn’t think so.To them, the two were powerful beings that could easily crush them. One was a brute whose overpowering strength and endurance made him difficult to inflict damage on. He was the perfect description of the ultimate tank. The other was a speed monster who could easily deceive their eyes and tear off their heads before they even had the chance to catch a glimp

“Walkers truly are a useless part of our race,” Muscles muttered as he kicked the disgustingly crushed corpse of a walker away from him. “They aren’t part of our race Sir,” one of his subordinates stated in disgust as he slammed the head of a Walker into the ground so viciously that it burst open immediately.“I agree. Not only are they as feeble as a string of cheese, they have no resilience,” another subordinate joined the conversation as he delivered a powerful punch into the jaw of the last walker standing, sending it flying into another minion who easily grabbed it and tore its head off its body in a very Muscles-like fashion. “I guess that’s why they are called walkers, because that’s all that they can do! Haha!” the first subordinate to have spoken stated, breaking into laughter and causing his leader to erupt into a rage; for he felt that they were being too relaxed before an enemy that they knew nothing about.“You fools! Be alert! We don’t know what kind of-”Muscles had n

*Boom**Boom**Bang**Clang*Sounds of battle rang all through the cave as Beastmen and Undead collided several times. Over and over again they clashed, some producing clear results and others becoming a war of attrition. It had been several minutes since the battle began and a lot had changed within those several minutes. Undead who had entered the cave with much liveliness had been reduced to dust – just as they should have been before they cheated death – and they had done so at the hands of beastmen.“There is no way we would be able to recover from this loss. We would need to refill our ranks with new Undead and train them to the level of the ones we have lost.” Slender grit his teeth and thought silently.Just then his eyes caught a glimpse of Philip successfully beheading Mimi, his favourite subordinate, and his eyes reddened in rage.“Mimi!” he screamed in anger and horror.He could think of nothing but killing Philip; however, he would not be able to attain this, for a powerf

Psycho opened his eyes to the unfamiliar sight of daylight. He squinted naturally, as was expected for a creature more accustomed to the shadows and began to squirm uncomfortably. He wanted to get out of the light and into the darkness. His eyes rapidly sought for shade or shelter, anything that could grant him respite from the scorching heat of the sun that threatened to suck him dry.“Why am I here? And where is the captain?” Psycho wondered as his patched and cracked lips refused to part to even allow him to speak.He didn’t know why he couldn’t move as freely as he wanted, for his eyes were struggling to adapt to the piercing brightness of the sun. He could not see properly. His body just felt unusually heavy. Almost as though there was something keeping him bound. The last time he felt this way was right before he awakened as an Undead. For before he opened his eyes to this world that he knew, his body would not listen to him. Since then, he had clawed his way through the bittern

“Sh*t” Dark Shadow could not help but swear when she saw Breaker’s head rolling helplessly across the floor.Her eyes flashed coldly as rage and fear overcame every fiber of her being. It was unusual for the two polar opposite emotions to share the same space, but that was exactly what was happening right now. Her eyes sought the figure of the assassin. She wanted to see the one who had been so brave as to venture into her den alone. After all, she didn’t believe that all the beastmen who had been sent this time were assassins. Yet she could not catch a glimpse of the assassin. She roared in rage as she stamped her foot onto the ground, but her rage would not last long. For in no time, a large figure broke through the door of the throne room, blowing it to smithereens, and barged inside with an insidious smile on his face. This person was a beastman covered in spikes. His shaggy mane was reflective of his clan and Dark Shadow knew immediately who was behind this.“The Lion King tribe!