I am an Eldritch Entity-Chapter 143: Wolcrat

Eryndor fell into thought while walking with his teammates.

Could there really be a very powerful poison out there which infected Co-founder Morris?

Or was the deal something else entirely.

Chuck it.

He put them to the back of his mind as he walked alongside them.

Remembering the yellow paper in his bag, he thought.

I should burn the one which has my name.

He hadn't really disposed of the ones which had already been decoded. In case he wanted help, he needed cold hard evidence.

Those papers were the closest thing to it. Of course, he would burn the one with his name on it.

Giving them evidence didn't mean they also needed to know about his own eldritch nature.

"Oops, we have some beasts up ahead."

Eryndor notified his team when he noticed a few beasts in his extended vision. Being engrossed in thoughts didn't mean he wasn't keeping an eye out on possible threats.

Edward looked back at Eryndor with appreciation.

"They were correct, your sensing range is really insane."

He didn't do anything else, not wishing to waste time in a situation of combat. Holding his weapon, he took a combat stance.

Valentina stood calmly, while Eryndor looked weirdly at Edward before taking the lead and walking ahead, followed by Valentina.

"Wait where are you going?" Edward asked them, still in his combat stance.

Eryndor answered without looking back.

"Don't you want to battle the beasts? They haven't even sensed us yet, what're you going to do standing here?"

"Oh."

Edward embarrassedly laughed. He thought the beasts had already sensed their group and were heading their way.

As Edward followed after Eryndor, the man in lead couldn't help but strengthen his grasp around the handle of his spiked mace.

He didn't know if these beasts were another one of Co-founder Morris' attacks.

He headed towards them despite being under suspicion that it might be a trap because the chances of it NOT being a trap were greater.

His Sovereign's Cloak blocked something, which he guessed was very likely a location sensing attempt.

But still, his location could obviously be tracked through Valentina or Edward's phone. He simply didn't care at this point.

Nothing had happened to him, the claim about no one being able to act on students might be true. Only Guardian Sol could act, but he hadn't yet.

He had also refused to share information about students with Co-founder Morris. All clues pointed towards that man not being suspicious.

If his location could really be tracked, the beasts should be heading their way. Right? But they weren't.

Granted, if we assume that beasts won't be able to accept complicated commands like heading towards a specific location and that something was indeed wrong, he could always escape using Edward's treasure.

A few moments later, Edward spoke.

"I can sense the beasts NOW. Damn dude, your range is insane if you managed to sense them so long ago."

Eryndor didn't comment on that, but simply looked ahead at the beasts which appeared in everyone's vision.

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Wolcrats. They weren't a beast unique to this secret realm. They were also spotted in many other places.

They were one of the very few beasts whose information could be found on the internet as they weren't really unique to this secret realm.

They were called beasts of negligible sanity. Wolcrats were popular for never being in the right mind. Many times they would even attack their companions.

You could say that not many beasts had rationality, but they at least had the most basic aggression when seeing a hostile entity, fear upon sensing someone strong, or even the ability to keep themselves alive.

Wolcrats though? They had absolutely zero sense or even the most basic instinct of any kind at all.

Sometimes they would choose to not breathe, resulting in their death.

They might attack someone drastically stronger, resulting in their death.

They might mate with some beast of entirely different species, resulting in being beaten by the rest of the other's species.

They would choose to jump from a high place, dying immediately upon impact.

They might forget to eat, resulting in dying. Wolcrats would even eat something dangerous, knowing it was bringing them pain and still carry on chewing, dying as they were done eating the meal.

It might choose to sleep in the presence of predators.

In short, it had absolutely no sense of any kind.

Here in this secret realm though, they were previously called beasts of occasional sanity, rather than no sanity.

He didn't know why it was the way it was. There was no information regarding that.

There was a slight change in information though. On the rankings website where information about beasts was gradually getting more and more detailed, this beast's information didn't see a change.

They were still called Wolcrats - beasts of negligible sanity.

Even in this secret realm they are no longer called beasts of occasional sanity huh?

Chuck it, what did it have to do with him? His job was to fight.

They were a medium-sized, amorphous creature, about the length of a large wolf if stretched out, but with no defined limbs.

Their body was a fleshy, boneless mass that undulated and rippled, propelling them forward in jerky, inconsistent motions.

He could sense roughly twenty to thirty of these beasts.

How did they gather without killing each other?

He thought as he gazed at their group from afar. Despite being in their vision, the beasts hadn't attacked them yet.

A vaguely rodent-like snout jutted from the front of their shifting form, lined with uneven fangs that seem too big for its mouth.

Their eyes—if they even had them—appeared and disappeared at random locations on its body, as if they didn't know where they were supposed to be.

Parts of their body hardened into scale-like protrusions, but in a completely random and unhelpful manner.

Eryndor could see some wounds on their bodies. He reckoned that they very likely incurred them through rolling over sharp surfaces or biting themselves out of confusion.

They slithered, flopped, or rolled. Some of them were randomly launching itself in a direction, crashing into obstacles, or starting to spin aimlessly in place.

But in the end? They were all gathering in a single place.

"Want to fight?" He asked his teammates.

Edward nodded. "Yea let's go. These dummies can't gang up for shit. Don't be scared of their numbers. I've killed plenty of them in missions."

Valentina simply shrugged. "Why not? None of them are even at the peak of the Latent realm, if push comes to shove we can outrun them."

"Alright then."

Eryndor nodded and headed straight to the group. The rest of them soon followed.

Pulling the spiked mace over his head, Eryndor slammed it hard on the head of the first Wolcrat he came across.

Splat.

And just like that, it was dead. Without any resistance.

His extended vision caught a flash of purple at the edge of the horde of the beast. One of them quickly lunged, and began digging to get whatever it was.

Treasure?

But Eryndor didn't want to cross so many beasts to get on the other side just to check something which the beast might've already eaten.

Ignoring it, he quickly swung his mace at another beast, which jumped suddenly, dodging the blow.

Too bad buddy, my mace can change direction.

He abruptly disconnected the head of the mace, and used telekinesis to change its direction, directing the momentum towards the beast which was mid-air.

Splat.

Straight on its head.

Eryndor felt disgusted pulling the spiked mace overhead as it was covered in flesh and blood, what if some fell on his head?

Might as well cover myself in Crimson Armor.

Yea, the defensive cultivation art was a full body one, which meant it covered the entire body, including the head.

Depending on the mastery of the cultivation arts, the user could decide which part they wanted covered.

Within a second, he was done using the defensive art, covering his entire body, while he continued swinging his mace.

Some of the Wolcrats proved to be a challenge, but many of them were simply too stupid.

Somewhere along the way, they also didn't stay in this particular space anymore, beginning to disperse in all locations.

Why even gather here in the first place?

He thought while panting, gazing at the remains of the beasts loitered all around. Not many were left now.

"That was kind of easy." Valentina spoke, a white thread like snake coiled around her left arm, while a black one coiled around her right one.

Eryndor knew not to underestimate those little things. He had seen how with just one use of the white snake's ability, the body of the Wolcrat was blown up.

Edward also hummed deeply while walking towards them, his arm flicking the weapon repeatedly to get the blood and flesh off of it.

"There might be some problems."

Eryndor spoke, his gaze being held by the four Wolcrats heading their way.

Their gait, their eyes which stopped randomly popping up everywhere, their coordination of not crashing into each other.

It felt different.

So they gained rationality?

Is it something unnatural which took place because of Morris targeting me? But what would he gain out of this though? These beasts are literally so weak.

The four beasts slithering their way were barely in the middle of Latent realm. They were literally no threat.

Is it because of that purple thing?

No matter. First they should take care of these beasts.

A few seconds later, he glanced at the corpses of the four beasts in the distance, then shifted his gaze below on the dug up ground where he saw something purple.

There was nothing.

Valentina suddenly shouted from a distance.

"Guys look! There seems to be a Support Shrine there."