Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

'NO!!!'

screamed the White Canzer as it felt its connection to the Happy puppet disappear into nothingness. It wasn't out of sadness for the puppet, but because without it, she would have no one else to protect her.

The Happy puppet's entire body was blackened and charred, from the hundreds of thousands of volts given by the hundred thunderous arrows. It had no chance against the Huntsman's fury.

But surprisingly, it wasn't dead yet. It opened its mouth in defiance against death.

'Br–brothers…'

It looked towards the White Canzer, its creator.

'Please…save my brothers…'

In the last seconds of its life, it didn't bother to ask for help from the White Canzer. Instead, it asked for help for its six brothers.

The White Canzer kneeled next to the puppet. She raised his hand towards its face.

The puppet thought he was getting caressed in its last moments of life. But instead, the White Canzer raised her hand and bashed his head into the ground. Even with her feeble strength, she was able to collapse the puppet's face into mere soot and ash.

'You useless bastard! Instead of worrying about me, you worry about other puppets! Idiots! You should always prioritize my safety, my life! Shameless freeloaders! How dare you command me to do something?!"

The White Canzer unleashed her anger on the Happy puppet's corpse.

Atlan felt the tree roots binding his body start to come loose. Now that the Happy puppet was dead, the animated trees that used their roots to immobilize him turned back into dead trees. The evil smile on their faces disappeared as if they never existed in the first place.

But even though he was free from his constraints, Atlan had no intention of moving.

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He wanted to seem like a harmless fly on the wall. He didn't want to intervene in the fight between two Specialist-level Canzers.

'Count your seconds, witch.'

The Huntsman's triumphant voice echoed through the fog and reached the White Canzer's ears.

'Coward! If you want to kill me, then come here and do it yourself! Using those arrows is only for the spineless'

Despite her taunts, the Huntsman was far too cautious to fall into her traps. As long as she was alive, she could use her magical temptation to change his mind just like how she changed his mind back then.

The Huntsman gritted its teeth every time it remembered that time. It was the subject of his nightmares.

Ever since he betrayed his morals to save the White Canzer, he had been dreaming of killing the White Canzer with his own hands. And the moment was so close at hand that he was getting antsy.

It took out a single arrow from his quiver and looked at its tip. Engraved in the very metal itself was 'W.C.', the White Canzer's initials.

The thing about this arrow was that it wasn't even laced with any special powers. It was only a simple arrow made out of steel and wood.

It symbolized the Huntsman's disdain for the White Canzer, refusing to use its good arrows to kill her because she did not deserve it.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Once this arrow pierced her heart, his regret would be destroyed.

He notched it in his arrow and stretched the string with perfect calm. Even without looking at the White Canzer from afar, his arrow would always fly straight toward its destination.

Meanwhile, the White Canzer got on her knees and begged the fog in front of her.

'Please, dear Huntsman. Please spare my life. We can run away together into a whole new world where we can be together forever! It will be a new start for both of us! I won't even revive those useless puppets anymore because I'll have you to protect me!

It's the perfect set-up! You protect me, and I give you all my beauty admire—"

TWANG!

The arrow flew through the fog and reached the White Canzer at fast speed.

Before she knew it, an arrow pierced through her left chest.

It easily punctured her white chitin because it was as thin as paper. She had absolutely no defenses. Even a dull arrow fired by hand would have still pierced through her chitin.

The arrow continued to pierce through to the other side, taking the White Canzer's heart with it before landing on the ground.

Her heart leaked out violet blood and pumped a few more times before it turned lifeless.

A hole was left in the White Canzer's chest. She fell backwards, with her violet blood pooling underneath her corpse.

She's dead,

Atlan thought.

Despite the odds, his gambit on summoning the Huntsman worked perfectly as he intended. The Huntsman killed the White Canzer for him.

He was about to walk forward and observe the White Canzer's corpse, when all of a sudden, he felt an oppressing force come behind him.

It was the kind of force that could choke the life out of a Student-level Savior like him.

He stopped in his tracks. He didn't even dare to look up and behind him because he knew that the Huntsman finally showed himself.

Atlan, with his head down, saw the Huntsman's boots walking past him. He held his breath, with his Angel Wings ready to spurt any time possible.

But thankfully, the Huntsman ignored him and headed straight for the White Canzer.

Atlan couldn't fight his curiosity and he looked up at the Huntsman.

The Canzer was 10 feet tall, with a very thin stature. His whole body was made out of a black chitin, which looked like it was impossible to see in the darkness.

He wore a typical huntsman's attire, which was made out of thin clothes and leather armor. It was perfect for stealth and mobility.

Atlan couldn't see his face, so its most distinctive feature was its hat with a single red feather attached on the rim.

The Huntsman stopped just a few meters away from the White Canzer's corpse.

He looked at the arrow beyond and confirmed that it pierced through the heart and ripped it out of her body.

'It's over…'

he said.