Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Chapter 660: Boar Zodiac Family

In a faraway land, beyond the veil where the skies were perpetually darkened by a red haze, a man strode through the endless rows of his army. His figure exuded authority, his heavy steps muffled by the thick dirt beneath him. He was a Pigman, his stout, muscular body draped in long, flowing red robes embroidered with golden threads that formed the symbol of his Zodiac family—a boar charging forward with tusks gleaming.

On either side of him stood his soldiers, an imposing mix of humans and Pigmen. The humans, with their hardened gazes and disciplined postures, bore weapons crafted for precision and brutality. The Pigmen, equally fierce, had tusks that jutted from their jaws and bodies that radiated strength. At their level of power, race was irrelevant—only unwavering commitment to the cause mattered.

Their loyalty was evident in the way their eyes followed their leader, their expressions resolute and unwavering as he passed.

The man’s presence demanded respect, and silence cloaked the vast encampment like a shroud. Behind him trailed a group of elders and chiefs, their expressions betraying a mix of awe and fear.

These were individuals of high rank and influence, yet they dared not speak unless addressed. Stories of his wrath were well-known—interrupting his thoughts could mean execution. There was indeed such a case where he had killed a noble man, a chief simply because he chewed too loudly at a ceremonial dinner table.@@@@

They shuffled behind him, careful to remain unseen and unheard.

Ahead, at the center of the massive encampment, stood an altar of black stone adorned with intricate carvings and symbols of the Zodiac family.

Around the altar sat the shamans—ancient Pigwomen who resembled grotesque spheres of flesh. Their massive, round bodies rested heavily on the stone, their faces marked with rings, piercings, and ritual scars. Their lips were cruelly sewn shut with thick threads, but their presence radiated power and mysticism.

In their midst was a colossal crystal globe, glowing with a prismatic light that shimmered like a fractured rainbow. The air around it hummed with an eerie energy, as if the object was alive and pulsating with the will of the cosmos.

Barak’s expression tightened, but he nodded. "Noted," he said simply, turning to leave. His steps were deliberate, his thoughts clouded by this cryptic warning.

As he moved away, the crystal ball began to vibrate, a low hum filling the air. Its colors turned a deep, pulsating red, and the shamans froze. Then, as one, they spoke in a voice that reverberated across the encampment, their words carrying the weight of prophecy and dread.

"For a river of blood shall wash this world, cleansing it for the ascendance of the Blood God."

The soldiers and elders gasped, their faces pale as the shamans’ words echoed again and again. The red glow from the crystal ball intensified, bathing the altar in a sinister light. Barak paused, turning back to look at the shamans. For the first time in years, a flicker of unease crossed his face.

Then again, it had to. He had sacrificed too much for the peace that the Zodiac families now enjoyed, far too much.

And then everything suddenly returned to normal as even the shamans looked like their strength had been drained and they soon returned to stillness.

Barak frowned tightly. He was a great believer of the ways of the zodiac families, and this believe was why he stood on the peak of the world.

After all following the lead of the zodiac was the reason he was so successful. Then again, only properity had ever been his fortune in these propheccies as long as he took heed.

Nevertheless, this was the first time he was getting a prohecy that threatened not just the Pig also known as the Boar zodiac family, but the the entire world.

He suddenly barked out orders, "send word to the Seer... I will like to have lunch with her."