I Became A Zompirewolf

Thousands of undead fought bravely to defeat the enemy; at least the President would have desired a result along those terms. But the reality is often disappointing.

Despite having five times more soldiers than the enemy, the President’s forces were nothing more than playthings for Ashton. While his forces were getting slaughtered, the President attempted to get a grip on Ashton’s emotions.

Manipulating others was one of his most remarkable abilities. However, Ashton’s poker face had him surprised. The President could alter their personality if the opponent showed emotion before him, and he hoped that that ability would get him out of the shitty situation.

However, things were not meant to go his way at all.

“What’s wrong with that bastard!?” The President gritted his teeth in frustration.

During previous meetings, it was widely accepted that the assailants were not acting out of malice but for revenge or a twisted sense of duty. It was apparent from what the President’s brainwashed daughter admitted.

The President welcomed this information as anger and pride were two emotions he had found easier to manipulate. It was also why, despite being urged not to, the President headed for the battlefield in the first place.

The President believed the situation would be under his control as long as he could manipulate the enemy leader. Unfortunately, he did not know about Ashton’s [Detection] skill.

The Reaper had already made his move before the President knew who his enemy was. But even if the President had tried manipulating Ashton, it would not accomplish anything, as Ashton’s conscience wasn’t the only one in his head.

ραпdα Й?νê|(сòm) No matter how long and hard the President thought, he could not devise a plan to subdue the enemy. The only option left was to…

‘Flee.’

Ashton calmly walked in his direction, which scared the shit out of the President. Not wanting Ashton to get any closer, the President morphed himself into a shadowy bird and made a break for it.

But unlike his soldiers, he didn’t rush outside the safety of Corpsification gas, but deeper inside, towards the cities.

“Fucking hell,” Ashton sighed as massive wings popped out of his back, “If you’re going to die anyway, then die without making a fuss. I’m going after him; join me after finishing up here.”

His summons replied positively before resuming their feast.

*** 𝗼𝐯𝐥.𝗻𝐭

At the same time, on the other side of Nirvana, an aerial battle broke out. It was unlike any earthling had seen before. After all, it wasn’t every day when spaceships clashed with each other on a backward planet like earth.

It would seem the undead were preparing to use their own battle frigates to aid the President’s side. However, before they could make that move, Kass space-jumped to their coordinates to engage them.

Doing a space jump under a planet’s atmosphere was unheard of and a dangerous manoeuvre. Even the Giholans were in awe of Kass’s expertise and skills for managing to pull it off so effortlessly.

But the dark elf’s skills were not limited to manoeuvrability. Whenever she piloted a ship, it became her natural part. Within moments the sky turned red from the explosives she shot.

Although the undead had spaceships, they were outdated models which they bought at low prices.

For earth, those ships were still quite advanced. Therefore, they never thought of upgrading to newer prototypes. After all, how were they supposed to know someday they’d indulge in a dogfight against one of the most advanced ships in the entire galaxy?

“EAT THIS, MORONS!” Kass explained while spamming hundreds of commands across dozens of screens.

It was the first time Ashton had given her complete freedom to do as she pleased, and Kass didn’t hesitate to make the best use of his approval.

As the battle occurred right outside the gas dome, Kass’s attacks directly affected those below them. Whenever an enemy ship was shot down, it resulted in massive explosions, killing hundreds and maiming thousands.

The Giholan ships followed suit and began bombarding enemy bases, preventing any aid from reaching the enemies on the battlefield.

As for the battlefield, Ashton had just left. Well, the undead there had no choice but to retreat. Not only were the summons unnaturally strong, but they immediately regenerated whenever the undead finally managed to kill someone.

At that point, it was foolish to continue fighting. The undead intended to surrender, but sadly, the enemies were uninterested in taking prisoners. Running away was their only choice.

Unfortunately, they were shortly deprived of their last option.

“Running away without giving me a kiss?”

Celeste excitedly licked her lips as hundreds of shadowy tentacles erupted from the ground, wrapping around the undead.

Seizing the moment, Gokung spewed hellish flame, turning the undead into spoiled steak. Dolos and his minions were also quick at work, picking off surviving enemies.

“Oi, Atlas wanna do something fun?” Dolos mischievously grinned.

“What do you want now?” Atlas grumbled in annoyance.

“Throw me at them!” Dolos replied, rushing over to the giant.

Atlas only smiled, reeled back a fist and got into position. The next moment, Dolos jumped, and Atlas simultaneously launched his fist with full power, sending the tyrant flying across the battlefield.

“YOLO!” Dolos went screaming over the terrified undead army before crashing into them.

“Ah, that looks so much fun!” Celeste commented, “Punch me next, aigo!”

“Is this some sort of a joke?”

Sven immediately interrupted the two. Raven had been observing them from a distance and nodded in agreement with Sven.

“As expected for master’s first servant,” he commented, “Sven is the most responsible one amongst us- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?”

It seemed Raven’s observation about Sven was widely inaccurate. Instead of stopping the lunacy before things went haywire, Sven approached them to set a queue!

“Since I was the master’s first servant, it is my right to be thrown first.” Sven proudly announced, “O, the great beast of the savage land, pick me up and let me tame the winds!”

“Not fair, Sven!” Celeste pouted, stomping her foot.

“Lunatics surround me,” Raven sighed, “Oi, Gokung, throw me as well!”