Arc 4, Chapter 202—Britannia Soil!
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"Why the hell was Exit way 47 so far?"
Shugo's voice cracked through the desert air, sweat streaming down his neck like melting wax. Levon also felt his head throb more and more the longer they traveled across the boiling desert. It's been 2 days now, and all he has seen is sand, ghouls, vampires… and more sand. Two days of blistering heat, endless sand and wretched stinks of dried blood.
He suddenly missed the cramped space on the airship. Even if its recycled air and tight cramped sitting arrangements, it was still a blessing compared to this inferno. Fortunately it was cooler at night, but more dangerous too.
Their group of travelling worms were attacked too many times to count. Wave after wave, the enemy descended on them like jackals. Throughout the night, they fought long and hard alongside other slayers and bloodrens, while Notchra slept and snored loudly. Levon swore he was in dire need of sound sleep.
