CHRONICLE GODSFALL
Beast Wave
A few days later, Cloudhawk was able to remove the seams. In four or five more days, he would probably recover completely.
The days spent recovering are one of the most comfortable days of his life. Not only did Cloudhawk not need to act as a punching human, he was allowed to lie down and relax After waking up from his heavy injuries, he increased slightly in each area. The problem was, Cloudhawk did not feel that he had improved dramatically in a certain area. Perhaps the dream was really nothing more than a dream. Cloudhawk did not pay much attention to him, and he threw the memory into the back of his mind.
On the fifth day, Cloudhawk slightly recovered. Mantis immediately called Cloudhawk and ordered Cloudhawk to help him. The tables in the Mantis workshop were filled with preservative jars marked with all sorts of writing, as well as many test tubes filled with all sorts of bizarre liquid experiments. The workshop also had all sorts of rough and rigid equipment inside, but now Cloudhawk was used to it all.
Cloudhawk dragged the newly arrived corpse and placed it on the surgical table. This was the corpse of a young woman who might have just died. Judging from his thin, dry body, he most likely died from starvation. Similar bodies can be seen everywhere.
“Mantis, what will you analyze today?” Cloudhawk picked up his brace and scalpel, preparing to go to work. "Hungs? Her lung? A liver? Something else?” Although he had not fully recovered, he had already recovered enough to do some work.
Mantis pulled his bloodied hand from the dissected corpse's chest. If Cloudhawk was a newcomer, he probably wouldn't have gotten used to this sight, but over the past month he himself had performed several such surgeries, so he didn't feel anything was wrong.
The Tartarus mercenary company had three captains, and Mantis was the most incomprehensible of the three. He seemed very cultured and knowledgeable, and was able to extract the strange liquid from the random mutated plants that he would mix into a restorative medicinal poultice and healing solution. The reason why Cloudhawk was able to recover from his injuries so quickly was entirely thanks to Mantis, and Cloudhawk had great admiration for the man.
Cloudhawk had never seen Mantis in a battle before. However, Mantis' skills as a doctor alone ensured that she would never go hungry in this era.
"Hanging high."
Cloudhawk was slightly surprised after hearing Mantis' instructions. Is that freak planning some kind of weird experiment again? However, Cloudhawk wasted no time in asking. He immediately tied the rope around the waist of the corpse, then lifted it into the air.
Mantis calmly took out a silver revolver, then threw it on the table. Cloudhawk could only gawk at the revolver. Cloudhawk had taken it from the Rednose inn, but then Cloudhawk fainted from blood loss. By the time he woke up, the gun had disappeared. He felt confident that Mad Dog had confiscated it, as the weapon was quite valuable; for a beginner like Cloudhawk to have it was completely useless.
“Sial, isn't that my gun? So you're the one who took it!” Cloudhawk had been given all sorts of menial jobs at the mercenary base, and part of his job was to help maintain their firearms. As a result, he was quite familiar with how firearms worked.
Mantis then took out an orange-colored bullet and placed it on the table. Hells? Cloudhawk started to feel somewhat dumbfounded. Mantis adjusted her glasses, which emitted a cold light as she did so, leaving Cloudhawk unable to see the look in Mantis' eyes. Mantis reached out and pointed one finger at the hanging corpse, then said in her usual cold voice, "Shoot as fast as you can."
"Is that really a good idea?" Cloudhawk naturally did not worry about disrespecting the dead; it would only be ludicrous. The worry is that shooting dead bodies is a waste of bullets!
"Just do it!"
Cloudhawk had no idea what Mantis was planning, but there was nothing he could do. The stone-faced man never changed his mind and did as he said. Plus. Cloudhawk has long wanted to feel the experience of firing a weapon.
Cloudhawk picked up the gun, unlocked the cylinder, loaded the bullet, then turned the cylinder back into its proper locked position. Cloudhawk had no experience in cannons, but for some reason everything felt very natural to him. Just as he was about to lift the gun and then pull the trigger…
Snick! A line of cold light suddenly flashed through the air and sliced past his face. The clink!
It was a slender and icy scalpel. The scalpel stuck in the forehead of the corpse with perfect precision. Even if you use the most accurate ruler to measure it, you will find that the scalpel is exactly in the middle of the forehead of the corpse, without the slightest trace to the left or right. In addition, the scalpel blade had sunk completely into the forehead.
Cloudhawk felt as if he had lost control of his jaw muscles as his mouth opened. He stared, with wide eyes, at the incomprehensible sight before him.
“You spent a total of four seconds pulling the gun, loading the bullet, and then shooting. I can definitely slit your throat in a third of a second.”
This was the first time Cloudhawk had seen Mantis launch an 'attack'. He would have never imagined that Mantis was this great!
"Remember. The more complicated, high-tech, and high-level weapons, the more dangerous they are to their own users. If you end up relying too much on those high-tech weapons, Death will soon be upon you. The best weapons are those that appear everywhere. They are easy to use and easy to use. For a truly talented assassin, even grass and twigs can be used to take the lives of others.”
They had known each other for an entire month, but Mantis had always been very quiet, seemingly appreciating his words as if they were gold. He had never said so many things at once, and Cloudhawk felt as if he already knew the man again.
He is a very talented doctor, a strange scientist who likes to dissect cadavers and organs in search of mutations. He was also an outstanding apothecary who was able to extract the liquid from various mutated plants and use it to make medicinal ointments!
Perhaps the evolutionary metapower of Mantis is not as high as that of Slyfox or Mad Dog, but assassins need not be the strongest individuals around; they are, after all, the most dangerous! Cloudhawk would rather anger a madman like Mad Dog or a cunning bastard like Slyfox than a viper like Mantis!
Cloudhawk involuntarily imitated the movement of throwing a scalpel. “What type of training should I do if I want to reach your level?”
“Your job today is done. Leaving." Mantis started storing his equipment without even looking at Cloudhawk. "And take your gun!"
Cloudhawk felt somewhat annoyed, but after hearing the last few words, he almost jumped up in excitement. Mantis may look like a cold person, but she's actually quite warm-hearted. Not only had he kept the Cloudhawk weapon safe for a few days and then returned it to him, he had also given Cloudhawk a lesson.
In the wastelands, firearms and bullets were used as common currency for barter. You will always be able to use it to trade food. Afraid of Mantis changing her mind, Cloudhawk immediately took her weapon and left.
As for Mantis, he continued to focus on dissecting and handling the corpse. From beginning to end, his facial expression had not changed once.
Upon returning to his room, Cloudhawk took out his gun and excitedly rubbed his hand against its surface repeatedly, almost as if he was stroking the hand of a lover. He never felt as excited as he was now.
Cloudhawk knew very well that bullets were actually more valuable than firearms. The reason why the majority of the mercenaries did not use firearms was because bullets were too expensive. A pound of mutabeast meat could only buy ten or more pistol bullets. Other than elite snipers like Slyfox, using weapons was a completely impractical and uneconomical decision for most mercenaries.
Yet despite all that, this was still the first precious treasure Cloudhawk had ever possessed. Cloudhawk lay on his bed, his gun by his side. Despite holding only one bullet, he felt a sense of safety and security with it nearby. Everything is changing for the better.
Cloudhawk let out a long and satisfied sigh. Just as he was about to blow out the candle and go to sleep, he suddenly heard some loud and clear sounds echoing in the sky above the outpost.
THE CLANG! THE CLANG! THE CLANG!
The voices completely broke the silence of the night. Cloudhawk had never heard this voice before. It sounded almost like a huge gong being hit, with each sound loud and durable. The sudden clanging sound made everyone who heard it feel uncomfortable.
Cloudhawk had no idea what was going on. However, he had been living here at the outpost for over a month; he was no longer the ignorant and rash child he had once been. He carefully pushed his door to stare at what was happening outside, rather than foolishly storming out in panic.
Blackflag Outpost was a frenzied commotion. Many men holding torches were running around, and countless cries and shouts of shock filled the air. Cloudhawk could vaguely see one extremely terrifying and high-pitched cry.
“Animal wave! The wave of beasts is upon us! ”
Cloudhawk had been at the outpost for over a month; he knew exactly what the beast wave represented. A cold chill instantly filled his entire body, and an uncontrollable terror quickly took root in his heart. It's terrible!
A BANG! His wooden door was suddenly kicked in, and three outpost soldiers stormed in and grabbed him just like that.
“What are you doing?!”
“Waves of beasts attacking. All men are obliged to take part in the defense. Those who neglect battle will die!”
The entire outpost is in a state of chaos. The outpost guards were running everywhere, catching everyone they could. All the men were caged like a flock of ducks, then broken into several temporary squads.
Cloudhawk was not even given a chance to explain, nor was there any meaningful explanation. The Tartarus mercenary company was an important part of the outpost combat troops; they would definitely be sent to an even more dangerous place than this place. So, Cloudhawk let himself be recruited into an army of about two hundred men.
A series of clinking sounds rang out as a guard wearing a full set of steel armor walked towards them. He wore at least two or three layers of leather armor under the steel, and he wore a half mask that served as a breathing apparatus. The other guards all stood by his side, with the young elite guards wearing a perfect set of armor being their leaders. “I Else, the captain of this squad and a member of the elite guard of the Outer Post Blackflag. I'll be responsible for leading your group in defense against that attack.”
The Other Captain spoke with great difficulty, as if every word was extremely heavy for him to say. It was as if someone had thrown a lever into his mouth, making it difficult to speak. There was a very deep scar on the side of his neck; most likely, the wound that caused the scar had an impact on his vocal cords.
“Currently, a large number of mutabeasts are launching attacks against our outpost! All of you, take your guns and protect our homes. Fight them to the bitter end!” The other Captain's hoarse voice sounded like an owl's cry at night, causing the listeners to shiver in fear.
