CHRONICLE GODSFALL
Bloody Party
disarray. Absolutely chaos! The disco ball continued to spin merrily as the Mad Dog moved past the inn like a mad dancer, his every move filled with speed, agility, and madness!
Clangs! His machete directly pierced through the iron rod, then splitting the head that was right behind him was as easy as splitting a watermelon.
Even when a soldier inside the inn raised his weapon to attack Mad Dog, Mad Dog used his twin machete to deliver seven or eight slash hits to his body. He was like a whirling dervish, his twin machete dancing like a butcher knife carving chunks of meat for a customer. In the blink of an eye, the man was cut into an unrecognizable shape. His blood spurted everywhere, bathing everyone around him with that sticky smell.
The heavy rock music seemed to be blaring louder and louder, urging Mad Dog. Destroy everything! Destroy everything! Destroy everything! KILL EVERYTHING! The Mad Dog is like a mad artist, and his every move, his every move, and his every killing is like the beautiful peak of violence in all its terrible beauty. Everyone who was humbled by his flesh lost at least one limb!
However, no matter how powerful the Mad Dog was, he was still only one person whereas the inn had more than ten guards. Even some of the guests ended up getting involved in this ridiculous and meaningless fight.
The slender and agile figure shaped like a hyena pounced towards the Mad Dog from behind, giving a dagger attack to the back of the Crazy Dog's neck. Mad Dog had already entered a raging state, where he only attacked and never held out at all. As a result, he was instantly pushed into a dangerous situation.
“AHHH!” Cloudhawk managed to bring out a little more power from his body, even shocking himself. He lifted the bar stool up, then roared furiously as he charged forward to smash it into the ambush head. THE CRACK! Flakes fly everywhere! As for Cloudhawk, he bumped into the man and dropped him to the ground, and the two rolled several times on the bloodstained floor.
The man holding the dagger was also a savage person. Blood flowed out from his confused head, but he still had the thought of giving a stab from behind with his dagger. Cloudhawk could not dodge, but he could twist his body slightly, making sure the dagger did not hit his vital organs. At this moment, he realized that all the time he had spent dissecting the corpse with Mantis was not in vain at all. At a time like this, it helped him stay alive.
A piercing pain followed as the dagger penetrated into his body, but Cloudhawk ignored it as he took out a long wooden nail from the ground, then almost instantly pushed it deep into his opponent's eye sockets. The man almost instantly stopped moving without letting out a shout.
A savage and savage expression was seen on Cloudhawk's face. No one else dared to even approach him. As for the Mad Dog, now he had hacked more than ten people to death in a row, bathing the entire inn with blood. All the tables had been destroyed, turning the inside of the inn into rubble. Only now did the spectators start to feel fear, and they all started to flee en masse.
After enjoying the slaughter, the Mad Dog had removed the madness and bloodlust from his system. He looked back to his normal self, and he glanced at the bloodstained Cloudhawk. “Hah! Not dead?”
Cloudhawk had elbow dislocations, multiple broken ribs, a long machete wound to his back, and a dagger to his chest. Even for a recovery metahuman, a wound like this was extremely dangerous! Cloudhawk did not respond, he simply pulled out a dagger from his chest.
“Ahahaha! Not bad, Son. Tough enough!” Crazy Dog put both his machetes back into his sheath. “There is no time to waste. Hurry up and get what you want. We must leave this place immediately.”
Almost everyone in the inn had been killed, with some survivors having escaped long ago. Crazy Dog was not sure how heavy the consequences were for this, but since he had already killed so many, he thought he might as well take their things. In addition, things might not get too out of control.
Mad Dog wiped out the entire inn from everything precious, while Cloudhawk explored it in search of food. When he opened the drawer, he found a glittering silver object. It looked like a pretty beautiful silver revolver!
The owner of this inn actually has a revolver? How dangerous he is! If Rednose took out a gun and used it, the outcome of the wild melee would be very different. More importantly ... This thing should be worth at least twenty or thirty pieces of rat jerky, right?!
Cloudhawk couldn't find the bullet. Who knows where Rednose hid them? Still, it doesn't matter. He slipped a gun into his clothes and continued exploring the place in search of other valuables.
When the two blood-soaked mercenaries left the inn, the people outside instantly flooded inside to retrieve whatever was left. The ruined inn was once again pushed into chaos, with new fights breaking out as several looters started fighting each other. As a result, a number of new corpses were made as well. In the end, someone lit up the inn. The flame reached the sky, twinkling brightly and signifying the end of this show!
By the time Cloudhawk reached the mercenary base, he had lost so much blood that he was in a somewhat daze. Crazy Dog dragged him to Mantis's workshop, threw him at the table, then paid no attention to him anymore.
Mantis frowned slightly upon seeing Cloudhawk's wound. He quickly rearranged the dislocated bone, then poured some medicinal liquid from the glass bottle containing a certain mutated plant inside. He first applied the liquid to various wounds, then cut off Cloudhawk's clothes, took out a sewing needle, and began sewing the wounds together in a highly trained manner.
These injuries are very serious. Every ordinary person must be dead, no questions asked. Even recovery metahumans will be in danger, especially if the wound is infected. Luckily, Cloudhawk was in luck. Mantis was one of the top healers in Blackflag Outpost, and the medicinal liquid she extracted from the mutated plant was used to help fight against possible infections. As for whether Cloudhawk would survive or not, it depended on his own strength.
The others gathered at the training grounds of the mercenary base. When Slyfox understood what was happening, he was so angry that he was about to explode. “Blackflag
Outpost is no longer the same place as it was a year ago. Why would you cause such a storm? Are you even thinking about the number of problems we will face? ”
Crazy Dog's body was still covered in blood and gore, but he had a disdainful expression on his face. He replied in a voice no matter, “How big is that storm? I just killed some asshole, that's it.” Right at this moment, Mantis walked towards them as well. Crazy Dog asked casually, "Hey, that kid is dead?"
“I hope he does!” Slyfox did not even wait for Mantis to respond before saying angrily, “I told the boy not to run around. Now he's done going and kicking the beehive. He was truly a naturally born troublemaker! ”
Right at this moment, the dominant sound of a spinning motorcycle could be heard directly outside their gate.
“Have been here? That's fast.” Slyfox beckoned with his hand and all the mercenaries took their weapons. A short while later, the gate was forcefully kicked out from outside, and a gigantic figure rushed in with ten more soldiers.
If you don't know yet what the concept of 'badass' is, you'll see this guy right away, no dictionary needed. It was two meters tall, extremely muscular, and wore a tattered tank top that exposed its muscles as hard as a chisel. His disheveled golden hair and beard covered his tired face, making him seem like an overbearing lion facing a huge storm without fear.
He was standing there in front of the mercenaries, both of his hands pressed behind his back. His waist was stiff, and his back was straight like a spear. This was a simple military posture, but it commanded an aura of absolute dominance!
Slyfox forced a smile on his fat face. “Grizzly, long time no see! God, you look badass every time I see you. What brings you to the neck of my forest?”
"Don't try that shit on me!" The muscular man nicknamed 'Grizzly' was snorting coldly. His voice echoed like thunder as he said very seriously, “You know why I am here. Hurry up and hand him over!"
“Heeeeey, relax buddy! We just killed a few people, right? The Tartarus company has contributed quite a lot to the outpost over the past few years. There's no point getting involved in a war because of a small matter like this, right?” Slyfox beamed happily as he walked over. "I promise it won't happen again, right?"
"Other time?" Grizzly's hard face was getting drowned. “If this news spread to his ear and upset him... do you think there will be 'next time'?”.
A nervous expression flashed across Slyfox's face. “That's why I wanted to ask you to help me here. Yer is responsible for the security of all outposts. Come on, we both fought together and bled together. If you can't even help brother at a time like this...well, let's just say I really misjudged you.”.
"This is the last one. I swear, this is the last time!” Grizzly's face darkened with anger. “Alright, I'll let go of Mad Dog, but you have to hand over the child that caused all this. I will take his head back and can say that I have dealt with this matter. ”
"Look, you're saying shit like that pisses me off." Mad Dog is a little upset now. “Rednose that fucker is bluffing our people. I happened to see it for myself while I was drinking in his inn. The kid may be a bit annoying sometimes, but he's not the type of guy who likes to make trouble for no reason.”
Grizzly said flatly, “I don't care. Someone must be responsible for this disaster.”
Slyfox was also a bit displeased. “You make things difficult for me, you know?”
Grizzly looked back at him. “You understand that if I don't try to give Tartarus company face, I won't even stand here chatting with you about this, right? The post has its own rules. Someone has to die for what happened today, and that's it!”
There was no trace of pleasure visible in Slyfox's eyes. His right hand seemed to 'unknowingly' float into one of the pistols on his waist, and his voice actually took on a rare tone of power and authority. "If you think that you can take one of mine from me, please try it!"
Grizzly's face turned as hard as steel, and an explosive sound rang out from his ten fingers. As for the surrounding soldiers, they all tightened their grip around their weapons.
"Come on! Let's do!" Mad Dog actually took out a machete from his waist, both his weapon and body were still covered in blood and gore. "The first person to retreat was a pussy!"
All the mercenaries gathered together as well. As for Mantis, she stood there motionless but a hint of cold light flashed between her fingers. The situation was extremely tense, and both sides were on the verge of pulling weapons at each other.
Grizzly knew that there was no way he could handle the three Tartarus captains alone, nor could a squad of elite postal soldiers deal with the entire Tartarus mercenary company. But ... If the Tartarus company really chooses to fight against one of the elite outpost squads, they will never again be able to take refuge here inside the outpost.
Grizzly's voice became deeper. "Do you really have to protect that beginner?"
“He may be a useless beginner, but he's a beginner of Tartarus. No one, and I mean no one, has the right to touch a member of Tartarus!” Slyfox's hand remained attached to his gun. Given his speed and control, he could almost instantly draw and fire his weapon, knocking out at least three or four opponents in an instant. He had a relaxed expression on his face, not seeming to be the least bit worried about the consequences. Slyfox knew exactly what kind of person Grizzly was, which was why he felt confident that the man might not attack.
“Better not regret later.” Grizzly. "Interesting!" The soldiers from the elite forces all sheathed their weapons, then immediately departed from the Tartarus headquarters. Moments later, the roar of a motorcycle rang out once more before disappearing into the distance.
Crazy Dog spat towards where Grizzly was standing. “Fucking poster. He is nothing more than a dog tied with the. You jerk!”
"You know, angering Grizzly for beginners was the dumbest decision I've ever made in my entire life." Slyfox is really starting to regret it now. “Jeez, what happened today? How can all this shit get down?”
Mad Dog's expression suddenly turned grim for once. "I suspect that beginners are actually multi-meta."
Slyfox's face stiffened slightly after hearing this. "Seriously?"
Most metahumans have only one type of metapower. If they want access to other metapowers, they usually have to inject themselves with certain genomic treatments. However, genomic treatments are extremely rare, and success rates are usually quite low.
However, a small number of people are born with different types of meta powers. They do not need to inject themselves with any gene therapy; all they have to do is bring out their pent-up potential and they will be able to thrive in many different areas. Although these 'multi-meta' were extremely rare, they did exist.
The third captain, Mantis, is a multi-class metahuman.
“In addition to the improvement of healing ability, the boy seems to have some kind of agility meta power as well.” Mad Dog briefly recounted what he had seen before. Given the speed and reaction time that Cloudhawk showed in the battle, it seemed like he had activated some sort of agility metapower. “That means he's not entirely useless. We can spend a little real effort to train the boy.”
Double-class metahumans are also quite rare! Slyfox rubbed his jaw, muttering to himself. For the first time, he felt that perhaps angering the Grizzly was not a completely meaningless decision.
Actually, Mad Dog's judgment has missed. Cloudhawk not only increased his agility and healing speed; he was definitely a powerful metahuman as well. The only thing he lacked was exercise and exercise, and the fact that he had been hungry for most of his life did not help. This was why the Mad Dog was unaware of its shocking power.
