CHRONICLE GODSFALL
2. The Tartarus Army Pay
The quiet silence of dawn was suddenly interrupted by the sound of an engine as the vehicle kicked into a sandstorm as it passed through the desert. Someone stepped on the brakes as soon as the vehicle entered the wreckage, causing it to stop. The rust-covered metal components of the vehicle creaked and whimpered, almost as if everything was on the verge of collapse. It almost sounded like the gasps of a crouching savage beast, and the vehicle pipes that were seen vibrating before a plume of black smoke finally came out from the exhaust of the vehicle.
Scavengers had never seen anything like this, metal monsters that could move. The look of astonishment and astonishment was clearly visible on their faces.The car was built in an almost very rough way. The rusty frame was made of seven or eight different types of vehicles, and the damn thing was full of spikes, making it look like a rough metal hedgehog. The car had four large wheels protruding to the ground like giant gears, and the bumper of the car had been replaced with a ruthless sharp blade. Obviously, they are not meant to 'protect' the car, they are meant to hit the opponent. Everything seemed deadly and savage, and it seemed as ferocious and unforgiving as the wasteland itself.
Six huge monsters chased behind the thing at high speed, dashing forward with their giant legs. They were divided into two groups of three people who followed the vehicle from both sides.
These creatures looked similar to ostriches in the Old Age, but their legs were wider and thicker, while their bodies were much firmer and more muscular. Not only can they move across deserts at extremely high speeds, they are also capable of carrying extremely heavy loads. In derelict land, they are considered one of the most ideal types of mounts. The six monsters had six riders on it, all of them wearing strange clothes. Their haphazardly fused clothes consisted of various pieces of metal, wood, leather, bone, stone, and other unknown materials. Most likely, they had collected as many items as possible, then made a rough 'armour' out of them. As a result, everyone had a different 'uniform', and one of those who only had one hand had actually grafted a metal tooth onto him as a prosthetic leg. Another person had grafted a serrated sawtooth knife onto himself. In short, they were all filled with the aura of a wasteland.
One of the big-legged bird riders jumped off his mount, then respectfully opened the car door and greeted the fat man inside.
The fat man was wearing a sleeveless leather jacket that dripped engine oil, and he was protected by a rough armor like an outer skeleton that looked like a giant spider crawling on it. His hands were covered with leather gloves and tied to a wide belt on his waist, close to a pair of modified black pistols. Even these ancient improvised firearms emitted a crude savagery from the wastelands. However, they are direct evidence of his strength and power.The crude savagery of the wastelands. However, they were direct proof of his strength and power.
Strange clothes, luxurious appearance, large legged birds as mounts, and savage-looking vehicles.
All these things loudly declared the status of these people – they are excavators!
"Fuck, we finally found some scavs." The fat man lit a rough cigar. Two wisps of smoke shot out from his nostrils, then he reached out and opened the protective lens of his sunglasses, revealing a pair of beaded-like eyes observing the ragged and skinny scavenger. “True. Let ole Slyfox see how many of you poor bastards are still alive.”
In this chaotic era, fat men were as rare as unicorns! This man in particular was so fat that he weighed almost 150 kilograms. He looked almost like a glorified king, and in fact he was as proud as any king. When he saw the scavengers, he did not look at his fellow humans at all; instead, he was looking at the cheap beasts of burden waiting to be slaughtered.
Excavators, colloquially known as 'diggers', are considered one of the more important groups within the wastelands. They mainly spend their time digging up ancient debris and picking up tools and materials from the Old Age. They will make some basic improvements to what they find, then connect it together to form usable weapons and clothing. Eventually, they set up their own organizations These people often used food and water as a cheap way to convince lowly scavengers to work for them. Scavengers would scour the ruins in search of materials that could be used on their behalf, so the scavengers were quite familiar with the excavators.
“I'm ready to work!”
“I only need half a carcass every day!”
“I'm stronger than them! Get me!"
The shabbily clad scavengers all crowded around them, fighting for the chance to be seen and chosen by the god excavator. They pushed and jostled each other, finally starting to fight amongst themselves.
"Sunny. SHUT up, you fucking scavenger! I'm not here to hire your sorry ass. All of you, shut up right now!”
The fat man opened the holster of his gun, aimed at the sky, then pulled the trigger.
This rugged, heavily modified pistol unleashed a thunderous, riveting and deafening blast of scavengers. They immediately slipped behind and shut their mouths, their gazes becoming dull and desperate with a hint of fear and cowardice mixed within.
The fat man, 'Slyfox', kept shouting at them. “I have reliable information that a group of active sweepers nearby. It is likely that they can reach this place at any time. Do you understand what I'm saying? ”
A look of total fear instantly appeared in the eyes of the numb scavengers.
The sweepers. They are synonymous with terror. The sweepers were a group of mutant bandits who were extremely bloodthirsty and delighted with cannibalism. To the sweepers, the scavengers are like sheep to be slaughtered. Every time the sweeper sweeps somewhere, they bring total destruction to the local scavengers!
“If you are finally caught by a sweeper, you will be caught and caged like a pig. They will tear the meat off your bones, then heat it up and store it for later. They will break your bones and make decorations from it, and the miserable amount of fat you have will be squeezed from you and used as fuel for their oil lamp.”These cruel words were like a cold wind blowing past the scavengers, causing them all to shudder. This is how the sweeper is. They swept away everything in their path, leaving nothing and anyone.
Slyfox finally announced the reason he came here today. “Today, I will choose several dozen strong scavengers to form an army with us. We will be responsible for giving you weapons to help you fight the sweeper!”
All the scavengers took a few steps back. No one dared to make a sound. Sweepers are legendary for their cruelty and savagery. How could ordinary scavengers dare to challenge them?
“Omong useless blank. Would you rather wait for death than try and fight it? ” When the fat man saw how the scavengers did not react at all, he said in a loud voice, “Who will be the first volunteer? After we defeat the sweeper, I will take him with me when we leave this place!”
"I'm going!" A skinny young man with a bloody nose and a bruised face came running, his face red as he gasped for air from exhaustion.
It was Cloudhawk!
The desert rider riding the bigfoot bird all started laughing out loud. A teenage boy screaming to go and fight the sweeper? When Slyfox saw the boy appear, he glared at him and shouted, “Can you pick up our weapons? Fuck you!”
"I want to go against the sweeper!" A sharp look was seen in Cloudhawk's eyes as he said, "If I can survive the fight, you should fulfill your promise and take me away from this place!"
The fat man had a strange expression on his face. “Do you really want to go that much? Staying alive is more important than anything! ”
Cloudhawk said, “I want to be a digger. I don't want to be hungry anymore, and I don't want to be taken advantage of by anyone anymore.”
The desert riders all burst into laughter once more. Such childish words could only come out of the mouths of stupid children! “Staying living in a crazy era like this is not easy. Living with honor and dignity is even more difficult. Do you think you'll never starve again or never be taken advantage of again once you become a digger? What a joke!”
The fat man was planning to kick the boy away, but when he saw the look of the boy's pitch-black eyes, “Fuck with me. Good. I'll give you one chance. If we exterminate the sweeper and you make it out alive, I will give you the opportunity to join us, the mercenaries of Tartarus.”
"You're seriously letting him in?"
"He's just a fucking scavenger!"
“Close your fucking mouth. You're not a fucking noble either! I'm the fucking boss here. What I said go!” The fat man shot another round into the air. “Even a brat like him has the guts to fight. What are the others afraid of? If you go against the sweeper, I'll give you two slices of bread each and a bottle of water. If you don't go, I'll let you taste the gunpowder!”
For scavengers, the most irresistible temptation is food. In turn, the most terrifying fear was death.
'This new 'Proposal' was much more effective than the previous one. The scavengers began to step forward, and before long Slyfox was able to fully collect his suicide box!
Cloudhawk was dragged into the front passenger seat. His machine came back to life with the howls of the beasts before he even had time to find his footing, and the momentum caused him to be firmly wedged into the chair.
This dilapidated vehicle was made of seven or eight different vehicles and seemed ready to shatter instantly, but once it started moving, it moved at incredible speed, instantly hurtling into the distance.
The real problem is that the damn thing doesn't have a seatbelt. The scavengers had no choice but to desperately cling to a beloved life so as not to be sent flying.
The six desert riders each brought scavengers with them. The bigfoot birds twisted their necks, then immediately started running across the sand with their giant feet. As for vehicles like hedgehogs, they are now crowded with scavengers. It climbs up and down the dunes, turning right and left dangerously as it barely avoids obstacles in its path. It was an exciting but very bumpy ride, and it felt as if they were small boats tossed about in a storm at sea.
Cloudhawk was both nervous and excited. His entire body trembled, whether it was due to the terrifying prospect of encountering a savage sweeper or the chance of seeing the vast world outside the scavenger camp. Every cell in his body was screaming in excitement.
One thought in particular dominated his mind.
Old man, did you see this? I just got out of camp!
Shortly after the car came out of the wreckage, a group of wanderers were seen moving through the sand ahead. Not only did the fat man not move to avoid them, he actually accelerated straight towards them.
"Be careful!" Cloudhawk shouted in surprise, "There's someone there!"The terrifying vehicle shot straight, sending the first person flying while slicing his chest. Huge amounts of blood splattered inside the vehicle like red rain, splashing onto Slyfox clothes as well as Cloudhawk's face. A few pieces of crushed human flesh and gore covered the vehicle.
“Bahahahahaha!”
The fat man laughed out loud, then lit an automatic windshield wipers, letting the wipers sweep away the flesh and blood shards on the windshield. He then turned the vehicle around, using it to destroy one of the other wanderers. Cloudhawk could hear, feel, and even feel the wheels of the car shatter the man's body and make his bones crumble.
Wild and wild excitement was seen on the fat man's face. He sucked his cigar again, then chased after the third man. This one was thrown and crushed to death!
"remarkable. Absolutely awesome.” The mounted abandoned earth riders use their bigfoot birds to chase the survivors, slashing the helpless wanderers like wheat. One of the riders stuck his hook into the jaw of one of the desert wanderers, then dragged the barbarians behind him like a piece of trash, leaving blood and blood stains thick on the ground.
Cloudhawk's entire body was ice-cold, and he couldn't stop shivering. An expression of confusion and anger was on his young face as he glared at the fat man. “K-why...why are you doing this?!”
Scavengers also kill others, but that is only when they are starving. It was a crazy act they had done just for the sake of survival! This excavator is not short of food. They do this for nothing more than pure entertainment. Cloudhawk could not understand why they were acting this way!
“Hah! Not your fucking business.” The fat man spit loudly. “And you know nothing. This is an explorer! Killing them is doing service to abandoned lands. ”
The four main 'organizations' in the wastelands are scavengers (scavs), excavators (diggers), nomads (roamers), and sweepers.
The scavenger is at the bottom of the totem pole. Once a group of scavengers learn how to operate a digging machine to search for weapons in ruins or learn how to master other tools or trades, they will have the opportunity to set up their own society and become excavators themselves.
Scavengers often drink heavily contaminated water and eat mutated food. This kind of inhospitable environment caused many of them to slowly mutate, and those mutations were in both body and mind. Most of these mutants would be savage and cruel like animals, and they would leave the scavenger society and become nomadic wanderers who would roam the land and prey on anyone they found.
Once enough nomads gathered together in one place, they would eventually become a group of sweepers sweeping across the entire desert region. Every time they pass through a region, local scavengers and excavators are equally at risk of being destroyed.
How many scavengers, diggers, nomads, and sweepers are there in the wastelands?
Too many.
This ancient city itself was filled with many different scavenger camps, as well as countless excavators and sweepers.
In the end, twenty more scavengers were sent to the base of the temporary excavator.This was a strangely shaped building planted in the ground like an inverted pyramid. The building is quite large, and although it clearly has seen much better times, it is still quite clear that in both pattern and style, the, it was something that had never appeared before in any period of human history. This was something that suddenly appeared on this vast earth.
A truck with jerry cans is parked under the shadow of an inverted pyramid. It had a total of five wheels, with the single front wheel being the smallest wheel. The two wheels in the middle were larger, while the two wheels in the back were almost half the size of a human. The truck itself is large and highly functional, with its sides covered by random steel chains and wire circles. It looked like an ugly giant lizard, but it seemed capable of carrying a lot of things.
The fat man jumped out of his vehicle and shouted, "Crazy Dog, hurry up and come say hello to fresh meat!"
The man nicknamed 'Crazy Dog' was the one standing beside the truck. He was an extraordinary muscular black man who was 1.9 meters tall, and his bald head and face were covered with all sorts of scars, large and small. One of the scars looked as if it had been left behind by someone who had cut his head in half, only for others to somehow use a large number of needles and threads to re-stitch the pieces.
Wild, vicious, horrible. These three words were created to describe him!
Crazy Dog is a man of a certain status, but his equipment looks quite simple and rugged. He doesn't have his own firearm. All he had was a pair of daggers tucked in a sheath at his waist. He wore a set of leather armor filled with thorns that mostly served to protect his chest and stomach. His muscular arms and shoulders were completely bare, and looked like they were carved like black marble slabs.
The black man coldly swept over the scavengers with his gaze. Without saying a word, he turned around and opened the chain to the truck, revealing the many items that were inside. “Choose yourself!”
The scavengers stared at the huge pile of miscellaneous weapons in front of them. There were spears, machetes, hammers, axes.although these were all 'cold weapons' made clumsily, for their scavengers were still extremely rare and precious.
“Choose a weapon that suits your hand. Whether you will be able to survive or not, it is up to them. ” The fat man said to Crazy Dog, “Let them enjoy the last dinner. They probably won't have a chance like this again!”
The fat man obviously did not care about the feelings of the scavengers he recruited, so he said these words openly and loudly.
There was horror in the eyes of the scavengers. They did not know what kind of cruelty and savagery they were facing.
They had no choice but to start choosing their own weapons. The machete and axe carried a lot of power, but the Cloudhawk was not strong enough to use it. In the end, he chose a short sword that was less than three feet long. When Cloudhawk felt the cold metal from the sword cooling his hands, he inevitably felt a little more comfortable.
Whatever happens, he will accept it. Even if his chances of survival were very slim, he would still try his best to stay alive. Cloudhawk refused to be a lowly scavenger for the rest of his life. He did not want to die alone and be forgotten like the old man.
