Recognition

A shot was fired without hesitation, and the bullet, tearing through the air, struck the villagers' bodies dead on.

Blood sprayed. The villager who couldn't withstand the impact toppled backward. The woman with a hole drilled through her brow twitched and pitched forward.

But they soon got back up. With blood-soaked faces, still muttering incomprehensible words, they kept advancing. The villagers crushed by Kim Yul's magic also dragged their ruined bodies along the floor.

They didn't regenerate. The shattered bodies kept moving in their broken state, scattering blood and bone fragments all the while.

So it seemed they were immortal, but without any regenerative ability.

“It doesn't seem like they're physically immune...! Hoo...! More importantly, I don't know why they're suddenly acting so hostile....”

Lee Min-su hissed as he clutched his shoulder with one hand. Ian frowned.

“Is that really what's important right now? Curiosity is fine, but use your head in a way that helps the situation at least. Once they're hostile, talking is pointless.”

“Mm, fair point... My apologies.”

Lee Min-su let out a bitter smile and exhaled slowly. The pain starting from his shoulder felt as if it were searing his brain, but that very pain was what kept him focused. Fragments of scraped bone jabbed wildly into his muscles every time his joints moved...