Death's Disciple [Sys Apoc, OP Villain MC, LitRPG] Chapter 18: 1.18 Breaking News

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1.18 Breaking News Chapter 18 I coughed again, speckles of red staining my lips and the asphalt in front of my face. The spasms in my chest sent pangs of pain running up and down my body, giving me an almost sonar-like accounting of the wounds I was dealing with. Bones, so many broken bones. Ribs, left collar bone, both arms, left leg, all broken. I was almost certain my left foot was shattered as well, but the angle in which I was flesh-piled onto the ground made it impossible for me to see my feet. The pain was there though, I could feel that. “Fuuuck…” I groaned, doing my best to roll off of my stomach and onto my side. I failed of course, and only got new shooting lances of agony dancing up and down my limbs as reward for the effort. Come on Adam, get it together. I couldn’t move my body, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t move my mana. I mentally tapped into the pool of energy and felt it travel through my veins. As my mana reached my wounds, I grabbed hold of my blood, stopping it from leaking out on the street, or inside me in places it shouldn’t. It was a stop-gap measure, making sure I wouldn’t bleed out. But it wouldn’t mean I’d live from those wounds. My vitality was sky high compared to a normal human, which is certain why I wasn’t a slick goo stain on the street right now, but the stat wasn’t high enough to heal my wounds. I didn’t have a regeneration skill like Barry either. “Hold on there buddy,” I heard Norton call out from somewhere behind me. The pounding, thud, thud, thud, of his footsteps as his large frame bounded down the road could probably be heard by everyone within a city block, even with the sounds of battle still radiating from random pockets of the city. “Oh man, you’re freakin pretzeled. Uh, this is gonna hurt for sure,” His face loomed into my vision, still carrying that carefree and amiable grin he always had. The goddamn panda bear of a man, always grinning. It was infuriating, and soothing at the same time. “Please hurry,” I muttered weakly. As if in response to my plea, a terrifying loud screech boomed out from behind us, where the corporate facility was, where I had been bitch-slapped straight off of the payroll and on to the street. “Yep, yep, on it,” Norton said as his hands began glowing a soft green. He hadn’t been lying, it did hurt. Getting your body un-rubix-cubed was a process that required a lot of shifting bones, and resetting of torn muscles, not to mention the organs, those needed attention too. Worst part was, I could only lay there, mentally vice-gripping my mana to stop my wounds from doing an impression of Old Faithful and gysering all over Norton. Meanwhile, as I lay in agony, I began getting a view of the fight against the Hynaenid Lord. Turns out that the boss had decided it didn’t like interior settings either, and it promptly performed the Kool-aid Man technique to bring itself outside. Barry, Huwett, Francis and Vasquez followed a few seconds after. Immediately, the frantic battle went into full pitch. Francis began to glow red as he activated his Class ability, Vasquez began to chant in preparation of his spell. Barry was running full speed at the large beast while Huwett began losing arrow after arrow. The Hynaenid Lord appeared just like one of the lesser raiders. Upright standing Hyena wearing armor, holding a large crude sword. The difference was in size. While the others we had fought were roughly five feet tall each, the Hynaenid Lord was easily fifteen feet, maybe even twenty. Its claw, which had sent me bodily through the bricks, was nearly as tall as my torso. I wouldn’t dare talk about the length of its feet, or the size of its sword. Needless to say, they were massive. And despite all this, Barry was holding up his own. The event boss swung down its blade, crashing it against Barry’s shield. The Paladin held firm, the massive blow not budging his stance. Guess I’m not the only one who was holding back a bit. I realized as I watched the fight unfold. An exchange