The guards were shaking in their boots.
This… hulking man in front of them just effortlessly ran through the wall that had protected this city for hundreds of years.
"Blood bags!"
Rasmus grinned, and his large back opened up, and more blood tendrils slithered out like snakes out of a bag.
"FIRE!"
The chief guard raised his sword and shouted.
Arrows were released from their bows, and they blackened the sky like a storm of locusts, and they arched through the air towards the monster.
Rasmus only grinned.
The arrows hit him, but they bounced off his tough skin, as if it were made of rubber, and fell harmlessly to the ground.
"Your pathetic local arrows cannot hurt me."
Rasmus said coldly.
Then.
His blood tendrils shot out towards the locals—they kept stretching like snakes—the mouth of the tendrils looked like the mouth of a sandworm.
A disgusting sight to behold.
In that moment.
