Kapitel 486: Permission to hit you, Sir.

The figure was too busy scooping the gray bits from the cracked head in front of it to its own discolored mouth that it didn't notice me inching bit by bit. I only had to apply a little bit of pressure at the side of its head with my katana to end its mealtime. The fluids coming out of its stomach and the grime that remained on my blade were almost the same aside from the chunks that were spurting out of its ruptured stomach.

Little worms were also present in the chunks, parasitically taking part in the meal it was eating earlier.

I slowly laid the body down while Ibarra moved a few feet forward to stab another feasting on its own forearms. A single thrust was all it took to put it down and the rest of us saw a few pieces of its teeth stunk on the mangled arm of the one Ibarra took down. However, the deadhead that Ibarra took down was a soldier wearing combat gear so Ibarra made the executive decision to check it first.