The First Dragon God

Miguel, who was a former butcher was finally using his skills since the world ended.

Gripping his axe skillfully, he slashed at the monster's flesh—targeting the underbelly side where it was injured by Leo and Ves—the blade biting deep into the thick, sinewy hide, widening the tear, and leaving a gaping hole in the monster's body.

Dark blood oozed from the gaping wound, pooling around the carcass as he pulled the axe free with a sharp tug. The air was heavy with the metallic scent of gore, mingling with the faint stench of decay.

He slashed again, targeting the already expanded tear. The axe bit deeper this time, ripping through the monster's flesh with a sickening squelch, widening the gash further. Organs, slick and glistening, came into view, spilling slightly as even more blood poured from the wound, staining the ground in thick, dark rivulets.

The air grew even more oppressive, heavy with the cloying metallic tang of blood, made worse by the humid rain failing to fully wash it away. The choking stench of gore and decay lingered, saturating the space and seemingly clinging to everything nearby

Miguel's hand was now stained with blood, but a bright smile could be seen on his face. Breathing heavily, he paused to wipe his brow, smearing it with streaks of crimson from his already-stained hands.

He looked at the eight individuals holding up two of the monster's leg and nodded.

The individuals saw Miguel nodding and left the legs of the Boar, letting it fall with a loud thud. They immediately walked towards a distance, to where to individuals each where holding a small rope attached the two legs they were previously holding up.

Joining forces with the two individuals, they pulled the monster's right limbs apart with all their strength, trying to create more space to expose its split underbelly.

They groaned as they tugged at the ropes, pulling. It was only a couple of minutes of pulling, did they finally achieve their aim.

The monster's right limbs fell to the ground with a loud thud, splashing blood stained water around.

The boar's hulking body now lay sprawled, its chest cavity partially exposed and organs shifting under the tension of its spread frame.

Its intact ribcage arched upward, while the underbelly's opening provided full access. Blood pooled beneath it, mingling with rain, creating the illusion of a fully split carcass.

"Who knew the monster's skin would be this hard? Really, big respect to the people who defeated it," one of Grewishka's men said in an incredulous voice, staring gobsmacked at the Boar's hulking body.

He still couldn't believe that such a behemoth was defeated by a human and from what he has heard from Miguel's group, a boy who looks to be in his teen and a young woman who was just a little older than him.

He felt like he has been cheated in life when he heard it. He just couldn't understand just how they were able to defeat such a mammoth. He, just like everyone, was fully aware that the world has changed in many very unimaginable ways but he felt that no matter how much its changed, some logic should still remain. But it seems like he has been completely left behind.

Miguel smiled at the man's words. He didn't blame him as he knew that what the boy and the young lady achieved is something that he wouldn't had believed if he didn't see it for himself.

"Now, if we can find a way to cut and break the bones, the rest should be easy," He said, as he let out a deep breath.

Cutting the underbelly of the Boar wasn't exactly an easy job for him. Even though he was using his axe and his full strength, its flesh was unnaturally elastic, absorbing impacts and resisting cuts as though it were layered with thick, living rubber.

If it wasn't that his axe was extremely sharp and he, himself, was strong, he wouldn't had been successful.

He wasn't actually the first person that attempted to cut the monster's body. It was one of Grewishka's men that tried to use a kitchen knife on it. And unsurprisingly, the knife immediately it made contact with its body. It never stood a chance from the beginning.

Miguel frowned slightly as he thought of how he was going to cut the Boar's bones. If he actually wants to dissect its body, he would have to take care of the towering ribcage that stood like curved beams. But that is literally impossible with how tough the bone is.

He had tried before, and the memory still lingered unpleasantly. The force of his swing had been absorbed by the unyielding bone, sending a jarring vibration through his axe and back into his arms. The impact had rattled his entire body.

He was still thinking of how to proceed next, when he heard a scream that sent shivers down his spine, causing him to shiver slightly.

He looked at the person that screamed—the young girl in his group—and saw her pointing at the distance.

He followed her fingers and his eyes widened in shock and fear. His body froze for a moment and his breath was caught in his lungs.

Miguel couldn't believe what he was seeing. A pack of six wolves was slowly approaching them, drooling savagely as they seem to eye them and the Mutant Boar's carcass.

He seem to recover himself the next moment as he gripped his axe tightly and prepared himself for the imminent battle to come. His knuckles whitened as he tightened his grip on the axe, waiting for the inevitable.

He wanted to run but after he saw just how fast the Mutant Boar was, and with how big, and tall the wolves in front of him are, even taller than a Tibetan Mastiff, Miguel doesn't see any chances of them escaping. This leaves them with no other choice than to fight.

He watched as the wolves approached them slowly with heavy thud of paws against wet ground growing louder, punctuated by low, guttural growls, snarling menacingly, baring their teeth. In no time they were surrounded and being encircled.

Miguel looked towards the building's entrance, hoping for the lady to come to their aid. He wasn't being too hopeful as he saw how badly injured they were from fighting the Mutant Boar, but he was still being hopeful as it was the only he had to hold up at this moment. Hope.

While he hoped agd waited, he continued watching the wolves, hoping to react quickly when they attack.

He saw the wolves inching closer to them and just as he thought that they are about to attack, he saw one of them turn to look at the building's entrance, and he also followed its line of sight. What he saw caused a smile to bloom on his face.

"They came." He muttered to himself.

He was only being hopeful but he didn't really believe that they would come.

"We should be safe now." He muttered to himself, relaxing slightly, as he looked at Leo, who was standing at the entrance of the building.

The next moment, he saw the boy make his move as he blitzef towards them. In a matter of seconds, he arrived in front of them and slashed at one of the wolves.