CHRONICLE GODSFALL

Legacies

Cloudhawk lay there in the Mantis workshop, completely wrapped in bandages. Mad Dog, Slyfox, and the other mercenaries watched to one side as Mantis did his job, and Slyfox had already started frowning. “How is the situation?”

Mantis replied, “He lost too much blood. She needs a blood transfusion.” The ruins have no access to blood transfusion technology, but Mantis is the most talented doctor both in the Tartarus company and throughout Blackflag Outpost. Not only did he have the ability to test the blood phenotype, he had even developed his own blood transfusion device. Nonetheless, given the sanitary conditions in Blackflag Outpost, actually using the equipment poses a huge risk to everyone involved.

Slyfox doesn't care. “Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and give him the blood he needs! I don't care what you have to do; you have to save his life and bring it back to us. If he dies, it means I'm making Grizzly mad for no reason. That would be a really stupid parody!”

Crazy Dog just said, “That's just blood, right? Use mine!”

"You can use mine too!"

"Damn, I have a lot of blood. Take as much as you need! ”

"There's no way we're gonna let that kid die like this."

"Yes, life would be so much more boring without me."

More than ten mercenaries spoke up to offer their blood. Cloudhawk only joined the Tartarus company recently, but over the past month his tenacious personality and hard-working habits have caused everyone to like him. He was a bit weak, but they already recognized them as members of the group.

If Cloudhawk was still awake, he would probably be so shocked that he could not keep his mouth shut. Normally, the mercenaries treated him like dirt.

As for Mantis, her face remained as blank and emotionless as ever. Without saying a word, he ran several blood phenotype tests, then chose mercenaries who fit his criteria. He took some blood from each of them, then used it to fill his blood transfusion bag and began to transfer it to Cloudhawk's body.

In the end, their greatest fear materialized. Although Cloudhawk's condition temporarily stabilized after the blood infusion, it once again worsened around midnight. His entire body was flushed red, and his skin was extremely hot as if he was being burned by embers. His mind blurred, and he repeatedly uttered random words.

There is nothing Mantis can do. Medical equipment and conditions are too bad. Whenever the injured party suffered from a severe infection like this, he would have less than ten percent chance of survival. Everything is in the hands of the gods, now. All they could do was hope that the child's destiny was not to die here!

……

Cloudhawk found itself in a foggy and foggy state. He felt so hot, so hot that he could barely breathe. It was as if he was sleeping inside a giant burning cauldron. When Cloudhawk tried to track down the source of the heat, he finally discovered that it was all from a stone hanging around his neck.

The stone seemed to have been connected to his body in a strange way, connecting with his bones and flesh to become a part of him. It released a kind of strange energy capable of affecting Cloudhawk's entire body.

In a daze, Cloudhawk could actually hear the sound of stones more clearly than before. It sounded like a ferocious sea wave, like the sky, like the earth, like something hidden in the depths of the sea, like the darkness of a bright night, it was like a giant that was so big that it could secretly swallow a hundred large whales without causing a commotion.

This is the sea! A sea of determination, a sea of mental strength, a sea of energy! Would he be able to communicate better with the stone when he was in such a trance-like state at the moment?

Not only could Cloudhawk sense the tides of the sea of mental energy within the rock, he could even hear hoarse voices whispering to him from hidden locations on the seabed.

“Truth comes from the mind. Your mind will determine everything, and what you will imagine is what you will see!” Although his voice was soft, it was filled with an astonishing presence and was as majestic as the voice of a king. "Wake up, heir to my legacy!"

Cloudhawk felt as if someone had just poured a bucket of ice water on his face. He suddenly awakens from his stupor, only to realize that he has yet to truly return to the real world. He was in a very strange territory, with both of his feet standing on a pitch-black sea that was as smooth and mirror-clear.

This isn't the real world. This was a dream world created by a will in stone!

“A-who's talking?!” Cloudhawk frantically scanned his surroundings. He knew that this was a dream, but he found himself unable to avoid it. He had never experienced something as strange as this before, and it was completely beyond the limits he could understand.

The endless black fog in front of him began to condense together and form a tall, savage-looking figure. The figure did not appear to be human, but Cloudhawk was unable to see what it looked like. He could only see a pair of monkey-like red eyes shining inside that dark silhouette, as well as a shining jewel in front of the figure's chest.

Is that the gem Cloudhawk found the other day? Was it originally a piece of jewelry from that unique and strange armor? As for the mysterious person standing in front of Cloudhawk, he should have been a jewel master before. He could definitely store his desires and thoughts into the gem through some unknown method, and the reason why Cloudhawk had almost gone mad from going berserk was due to the influence of this man. As for the strange dream Cloudhawk had experienced after suffering such heavy injuries, it was also caused by this man.

Cloudhawk stared at the man through the blurry fog that separated the two of them. “Who exactly are you?”

A majestic yet hoarse voice once again sounded from that black silhouette. “A failure that has been forgotten. Who I am is no longer important. The important thing is you know who you are.”

“Who am I? I am me!” Cloudhawk is a bit confused now. What is this guy talking about? He shouted a bit nervously, “Fuck, man, what's going on here? Why are you in my dream?”

“No need to fear. I'm not gonna hurt you. Actually I've been dead a long time. All that remains is a portion of my will that I left inside this stone. Only when certain criteria are met and when someone with a certain potential appears, will this stone be activated. For the time being, you cannot see or feel my entire will, just a fragment that I arranged a long time ago. ” Speakers say confusing and confusing things so Cloudhawk does not understand at all.

“That's years. I'm stubbornly staying here, all for the sake of waiting for your arrival. Ever since you took the Jewel, you have assumed a destiny you cannot get rid of. ” The black silhouette looked at Cloudhawk, then said slowly, “The world has been bewildered by lies and deception. Since the cycle has started again, I hope you will continue the path I started but cannot finish it. End all this.”

“Do not be patient, young man. I don't have much time left.” An old hint of sadness appeared in the sound of that black silhouette. “I can feel what you think. Do you want to leave the land abandoned? ”

Cloudhawk suddenly trembled. "Can you help me?"

"I can't help you go, not directly .. but I can give you what you need more than anything right now."

"What?"

The black silhouette said slowly, "I can give you a bit of strength left!"

Cloudhawk immediately felt excited. Ascendancy. Isn't this what he needs more than anything right now? He was still far away, too weak, which was why everyone continued to bully him. If he was as strong as Slyfox or Mad Dog, he would be able to do whatever he wanted in Blackflag Outpost! This mysterious figure should at least be as strong as Mad Dog, right?

The black sea under his feet suddenly began to churn, and Cloudhawk felt that he would be dragged into the waves. A large amount of ice-cold substances flowed into his body, causing him to feel a tormenting sensation of pain.

“Unfortunately, you are still too weak right now. I can only give a portion of my psionic energy to you for now. ” The sound of black silhouette starts to fade in and out as it gets more and more obscure. “Please keep the stone safe. It was the key of space and time, and was the most important talisman of my race.

Cloudhawk is like a man drowning in the sea. The feeling of suffocation and pressure was completely suffocating, and he could not open his mouth or scream for help. That ice-cold feeling filled every inch of his body, flowing from all directions and into every pore. Cloudhawk frantically tried to reach out and grab something, but could not find anything to grasp. His consciousness instantly began to fade once again.

Right at this moment, he suddenly felt a hand grabbing and grabbing him, bringing him up from the surface of the water.

“AHHH!” Cloudhawk screamed as he woke up.

It was noon. Cloudhawk's entire body was covered with bandages that had a strange medicinal odor, and every wound on his body had been neatly sewn together. A burning pain radiated throughout his body, as if his skin had been torn apart and he was placed on top of a cooking shelf. The various strange medicinal pastes that had been smeared all over his body made his wounds burn, almost as if they contained salt or spices in them.

Cloudhawk's right elbow hung in front of his chest. Right now, he was so weak that he felt as if he had just been chased by a ferocious beast for ten kilometers nonstop. However, for some reason his mind was very clear and alert, and the world around him alone seemed more focused than before. He could even hear the mercenaries outside laughing and chatting with each other.

This should be a mercenary base. Cloudhawk thought back to what had just happened, especially his conversation with the strange man in his dream. Was it nothing more than a strange nightmare? Cloudhawk shook his head. Ignoring the pain, he got out of bed, walked towards the door, then pushed it open with one good hand.

The twenty mercenaries who were just about to start eating all of them suddenly stopped, their gazes focused on Cloudhawk. For a moment, it was completely silent. Cloudhawk couldn't help but feel a little nervous; were these people planning to fight with him because it had caused them trouble?

But in the next second, everyone exploded with laughter and cheers!

“HAH! Already awake, Son?”

"You're really healing very quickly."

"Gosh, you beat you, right?"

“How can you let a fool like Rednose kick you like that? You're really good for nothing, you know? ”

Normally, mercenaries liked to mock Cloudhawk and laugh at him. However, after his sudden strength appeared in the inn and was nearing death, they began to have more positive feelings about this child that they once hated.

Whaaat! Fat and fat hands patted Cloudhawk's shoulders. Cloudhawk jumped like a hair of shock, almost screaming in pain. You did that on purpose, asshole! The applause landed right on one of his sewn wounds.

Slyfox completely ignored the glaring and crooked look on Cloudhawk's face as he gave another heavy pat with his fat hand. “You must have made a name for yourself, yes sonufabitch. Not only do you go out and cause problems, you also get into trouble. You've defiled the whole fucking Tartarus company, you know? ”

"That hurts!" Cold sweat appeared on Cloudhawk's forehead. He really wanted to punch right into that fat face, but he also knew it was something that was best for his dream. "That won't happen next time, okay?"

"Other time? Kill them all, next time. Learn to Wipe your own ass and solve your own problems. Understood?" After Slyfox finished lecturing him, he threw the metal plates at the table in front of them with a clattering sound. “In the future, you will eat with us, train with us, and go missions with us.”

The plate contained a blackened piece of mutabeast jerky, and several pieces of something that looked like potatoes but had been burnt to a crisp. Slyfox stared intently at the enchanted Cloudhawk. "What foods don't you like?"

"T-Not at all!" Cloudhawk sat down without thinking, then began to chew his food. Although he did not know what kind of mutabeast this meat came from, it tasted much better than any type of meat he had ever eaten before.

Previously, he had only been given two slices of bread each day. Now, he could enjoy wine and meat with the other mercenaries, and would enjoy three sets of food every day! It was like a poor beggar who suddenly came to a huge inheritance. The happy feeling of the manna falling from heaven instantly filled Cloudhawk with content and excitement.

Cloudhawk would never have imagined that instead of punishing him for causing trouble at the inn, the other mercenaries would actually see them officially join their ranks. His long months of humiliation and hard work .. did he finally get over it all?