Apocalypse Regression's

Making a New Foothold

“K-You ... You are what exactly?”

Seeing Ark killing many people just throwing pebbles, the bald man looked at him with a terrified expression like he was looking at a ghost.

While Ark himself tilted his head when listening to the question.

“Try guess?” said the young man in a monotone tone.

That casual and trivial-sounding sentence really made everyone feel a sense of contempt. But they are not stupid. After losing quite a number of people, they did not dare to act recklessly.

“What do you want? Just say! We will give you everything you want.”

Hearing that, Ark became a little more interested. He observed the bald man and waited for what he would do. Seeing that the man was just silent and waiting for him to apply for his permission, the young man felt quite disappointed. He thought that those people would at least play some tricks. But ready to think, they just give up.

“Very boring.”

Ark said in a flat tone. Hearing that, the people from the Crimson Jackals instantly kept silent. They wanted to retaliate, but they were afraid of the Ark's power. In the end, they just kept quiet.

Ark scratched the back of his neck. He then took a long breath. A few moments later, the young man said.

“You take care of the rest.”

Together with Ark's words, many robed and masked sosks emerged from the alleys and small streets around them. Although the numbers are not many, but they also put pressure on the members of the Crimson Jackals group.

Seeing the arrival of the Sword of Sufferings members, they were all perplexed. As they wondered why, the men finally remembered the events in which they looted and killed. They laughed, appearing to insult weak people whom they considered losers and deserved to be trampled on.

Not yet had they apologized or explained, according to Ark's orders, the people from Sword of Sufferings directly attacked them. Not only did they not kill immediately, they felt pain when they lost their legs and hands, before being stabbed, then beheaded.

Wailing pleas for help and forgiveness echoed throughout the street, but absolutely no one cared about them. He tried to escape, but ultimately failed. At the time of death, only then did they regret everything they had ever done.

About half an hour later.

Other than the thin bald man who was the vice chairman of the Crimson Jackals, the rest were actually killed. At the time of Demonte being dragged by Leon to see such ‘indah’ scenery, the man immediately shivered. He knew that the members of the Sword of Sufferings were strong. Yet he really felt that he still underestimated her. Specially …

Underestimating their cruelty!

“Do you think it's cruel?”

Ark's voice rang out in Demonte's ears. He immediately turned his head and saw the figure of a cloaked and masked man. Hearing that question, it was clear he could not refute at all. To him, the sight did seem cruel. But at that moment, he realized something.

“Could you all be the ones who uphold justice and crush evil?”

Hearing that question, the people from the Sword of Sufferings who were cleaning up immediately laughed. Although they once thought of themselves as such, but the Ark's teachings clearly changed their minds.

“First, you must remember that we are not hypocrites who use the name justice to do these kinds of things. Kill ordinary people, you're a criminal. Kill the villain, you're the hero. That kind of thing is not in our vocabulary.

The killer is the killer. Whether you kill a good or a bad person, you must admit that you are a murderer. That's how we. Not a person who would say we are not murderers and hide behind a mask of hypocrisy.”

“Then why did you kill? Are you crazy people who kill for no reason?” Demonte was almost at a loss for words.

“No.”

Ark shook his head. He stared right into Demonte's eyes before continuing.

“If you want to blame, you have to blame this cruel and crazy world. Don't the Crimson Jackals like to rob and take the property of the weak? We have a rather similar idea. In addition to developing his own group like a true group, if we find prey .. we will start hunting.

“Bad group?” ask Demonte.

“Yes. Unlike the people who like to hunt the weak, we only distinguish it by two categories. Either that which must be left behind, or that evil which must be destroyed.

You may be wondering why we did that.

To be honest, we didn't do it to punish them. You could say, when we loot and kill people who commit crimes, we do not feel guilty. Yes, it's that simple.”

Hearing that, Demonte was shocked. He had never seen such a group before. Not only did they scapegoat the routes of the good guys, but they also took the routes of the criminals. At the moment when the man was confused, Ark's voice again sounded in his ear.

“Tell me, Demonte, why did you join the Crimson Jackals? If you answer honestly, maybe I can help you. After all, we, the Sword of Sufferings need a person who can take responsibility for the problems that exist in this city.

You're a pretty interesting person. If you want, I can give you a chance to try. Not directly join us, but at least ... can shelter under a beautiful tree and protected from heat or rain.

Do you intend to try it?”

Hearing the demonic whisper in his ear, Demonte felt nervous. After recalling many things, the man tanga clenched tightly. He then stared at the Ark firmly and said.

“I'll try it!”

Seeing that stern look, Ark raised the corner of his lips.

***

Two days later, at Crimson Jackals headquarters.

“Ya .. enough. You guys can stop that futile fight.”

A flat and indifferent voice sounded. The sound immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone immediately looked towards the three-story building. On top of the roof, there was the figure of Ark who raised the head of someone who had been decapitated. Looking at that head, the people from the Crimson Jackals instantly dropped their weapons because ... it was their chief chairman!

“Reden or die. Please specify your choice ... one minute from now.”

Hearing that, many people immediately knelt on the ground. Not at all continue their fight. Meanwhile, the warriors from the Sword of Sufferings also no longer attacked them. Clearly, compared to death, they chose to turn themselves in.

Seeing such a scene, Ark nodded lightly. He threw the head of the person he picked up at random then turned around to leave. As he went down the stairs, the young man saw Demonte waiting together with Saito. His expression looked more serious than before. Demonte immediately saluted him.

Ark walked leisurely. At the time of passing Demonte, he patted the man's shoulder while saying.

“Good work.”

Hearing that, Demonte's body stiffened.

Previously, Demonte explained in detail about the Crimson Jackals region including the buildings where they lived, and the number of Crimson Jackals personnel. He really didn't expect any of this to happen. Anyway …

The sight of around fifty people attacking the enemy headquarters of over five hundred people completely changed his worldview!

As of now, Demonte still did not expect that such a thing could be done!

>> Connect.