CHRONICLE GODSFALL

A Near Escape

After the Other Captain was killed, his corpse was thrown by the alpha rotwolf to one side like trash. Several other rotwolves charged forward to fight over the body, eventually tearing it into pieces.

It was a truly unimaginable sight. Just a moment ago, he was a healthy and vibrant warrior. Now, he had become nothing more than chunks of blood, bones, and gore that had scattered on the ground.

One could imagine how heavy this mental blow was for Cloudhawk. More and more rotwolves flow in, and they are equally outstanding in every way; they are strong, they are fast, they are ferocious, and they are smart. They are real killers! Immediately, the entire defensive line had been breached in so many locations that it did not even look like a military formation at all.

"Stop running. You won't be able to escape! ” Cloudhawk can feel that everything is spinning out of control. He shouted frantically, "Fight them to the bitter end, otherwise we would all die!"

Humans still have an advantage in numbers. If they could unite, they would not necessarily be defeated! Running was useless; how could two legs be able to run faster than four?

Cloudhawk has noticed that cunning and ferocious rotwolves love to chase down strayers and runaway people; pouncing on attacks from behind seems to have a high chance of success. Unfortunately, no one noticed Cloudhawk; they all continued to flee in fear, becoming nothing more than prey for the rotwolves.

Now, Cloudhawk could no longer see any hope at all. Gritting his teeth, he got up and was about to attack one of the rotwolves. But right at this moment, shrill screeches sounded! A giant bat was swooping towards Cloudhawk, and its eagle-like claws tore straight towards Cloudhawk's face. If this attack were to land, its claws would definitely tear it apart as if it were parchment.

Beware of danger, Cloudhawk immediately stopped and began to re-peddle, but the giant bat relentlessly chased after him. Both of his claws landed on Cloudhawk's shoulders, tearing off his skin and sticking to his flesh. The giant bat then began to flap its wings violently; if it could fly once again into the sky, the terrifying power from its claws would at least tear two large chunks of flesh from Cloudhawk's shoulders.

“Fuck!” Cloudhawk let out an angry roar as he slashed the left wing of the bat with his sword, then slammed it into the ground. He held his short sword with a double handle upside down as he repeatedly stabbed down towards the head of the bat. A large amount of foul blood flowed out, and the bat quickly stopped moving after a few initial struggles.

The one-eyed alpha rotwolf turned his attention to Cloudhawk, his attention instantly focused on the mediocre half-grown boy. It bared its sharp fangs, blood and saliva slowly dripping from its jaws. In the past minute, he had used those fangs to crush and destroy at least six or seven heads. Now, it had found the eighth one!

The alpha rotwolf flew into the air, moving at an explosive speed that was completely contrary to its large shape. But as the alpha rotwolf rises into the air to launch its attack, Cloudhawk's alert senses warn him of impending danger.

This thing had even destroyed the Other Captain! How could Cloudhawk possibly defeat such a ferocious beast?

The mouth of the alpha rotwolf has started foaming with highly corrosive acid spit. However, now the number is much less compared to the last two times using spit. Alpha rotwolves may run out of their acid spit, or it may feel like they don't need to use too much to fight such a weak target. It moved at an incredible speed, kicking a huge cloud of land behind it as it launched itself like an arrow into Cloudhawk.

Cloudhawk threw his short sword straight towards the alpha rotwolf while throwing himself to the side, but of course the throw was completely useless.

Cloudhawk could feel a burning pain from his back as most of the creatures flew over him. Most likely, a few drops of saliva had dripped onto his back, but it felt as if he had been dipped in a strong acid. And this is just a few drops! No wonder the Other Captain was almost instantly paralyzed by the creature's full spit-out explosion!

The alpha rotwolf turned around with elegance and incredible speed, then once again leaped onto Cloudhawk. That thing is too close! No matter how Cloudhawk dodged, there was no way he could dodge this attack.

Cloudhawk knew full well that he would die once he was knocked down; there would be no recovery from that at all. His head would be torn and crushed like a melon, his body would be torn apart, and his intestines would be pulled out. He would turn into a pile of viscous blood and bloody porridge!

I can't die here!

Cloudhawk recalled the nightmare he had experienced on his first night at the outpost. He has not become strong, has not escaped from the wastelands, has yet to realize his dream. How could he possibly accept such a miserable and meaningless death? All these thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

Waves of insane bravery suddenly flooded Cloudhawk, and he reacted almost instinctively. If he was going to die, no matter what, then he would die fighting. His legs suddenly stopped, the momentum of the previous movement continued to push him forward and caused his feet to 'slip' through the muddy ground. While struggling to keep his balance, Cloudhawk took out a silver revolver from his side with his right hand.

During the past month with the Tartarus mercenaries, Cloudhawk often helped the mercenaries defend their firearms. However, he never had a chance to use it himself. This was the first time he had used a gun, however, it felt very familiar.

Cloudhawk felt as if his mind had reached all over his body and extended to the gun itself. He could clearly sense every small part and every line formed very clearly, almost as if the revolver was part of his own body. It was like his eyes, his arms, or his legs; he was able to control it with absolute mastery.

Cloudhawk could clearly feel that his body was changing. Every pore in his body tightened and shrunk, and every muscle group moved together to prepare for this upcoming shot.

This is what it feels like to be a control metahuman. Controlling metahumans are able to perfectly control their bodies as well as any weapons they use. These metahumans often prefer to use complex technological weapons, such as various types of firearms. So far, the strongest control metahuman Cloudhawk has encountered is Slyfox. He was able to use the two modified pistols to hit targets from a distance of a hundred meters without even aiming.

Cloudhawk was not as strong as Slyfox.but given how close the target was and how big it was, he felt confident he should be able to hit it! He only had one bullet. Everything rests on this shot!

As expected, this extremely dangerous mutabeast had a keen sense of danger. However, Cloudhawk felt as if he could predict what the alpha rotwolf response would look like, and he immediately made a few minute adjustments with the tip of his revolver to compensate.

The giant Rotwolf could feel an invisible death ghost hanging over his head, causing him to feel fear for the first time. However, this feeling of fear further triggered the beast's savage aggression, and let out an angry howl as it leapt forward.

Either it will die, or its prey will die!

This was a moment of life and death, but Cloudhawk actually became very calm and focused. His fingers were steady as they closed gently around the trigger, and he could feel everything very clearly, from the barrel of the gun to the handle, he said, then to the fingers that were gripping the gun and his entire body.

He pulled the trigger of the gun, causing the hammer to fall at high speed and hit the gunpowder behind the bullet. The gunpowder was successfully ignited, and the bullet casing instantly expanded explosively, pushing the bullet out of the barrel at incredible speed!

THE CRACK! A bullet flew out like fire from the barrel of a gun!

The bullet tore its way through the air .. then hit the alpha rotwolf in one of its remaining eyes with incomprehensible accuracy. In slow motion, the bullet penetrated his cornea, pierced through his glass, severed his optic nerve, and then crashed directly into the creature's brain, reducing the brain matter inside his skull into a pile of mush.

Cloudhawk's slipping legs finally stopped, while the large body of alpha rotwolf fell to the ground in front of him. His body was still twitching as the remaining little consciousness tried to make him stand up, as if it wanted to jump once more and tear apart Cloudhawk. Unfortunately, there was no way it could rise again.

It takes time to explain, but in reality it happens in an instant!

Cloudhawk stared in disbelief at the hill-sized corpse in front of him. He could hardly believe that he had actually killed this monster with his gun. But even before he had the opportunity to enjoy the feeling of snatching life from the jaws of death, an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion overpowered him and caused him to slump downwards. It was as if he had poured all his energy into that shot, and now he had nothing left.

With the alpha rotwolf dead, the other rotwolves began to howl miserably, and their crazed spirit seemed to suddenly attack. However, this was nothing more than a temporary pause. Given how brutal these mutabeasts were, they would not retreat even if their alpha perished. Instead, all those greasy green gazes turned to focus on the assassin who had just killed their alpha. The dozens of ferocious gazes were like dozens of swords piercing Cloudhawk's heart.

Cloudhawk did not even catch his breath before the wolves started moving in unison. Dozens of extremely muscular rotwolves all started attacking one target: Him! It's an incredible sight to see. Cloudhawk was completely helpless and had no weapons left, but even if he was armed and as powerful as the Mad Dog, he would still be unable to deal with dozens of rotwolves at the same time.

Cloudhawk started running. He wanted to take his short sword and fight back, because he was unwilling to give up. But as soon as he started running, a muscular rotwolf hit his back with the power of a sledgehammer, dropped it on the ground and sent it rolling in the mud. Rotwolf used his claws to press him to the ground, then began to deliver a deadly bite to Cloudhawk's neck.

Cloudhawk has really reached the end of the line! He frantically tried to struggle, but was completely unable to overcome the raw physical strength of this beast. He could smell his own death from the open jaw of a rotwolf, and could already feel rotwolf's sharp teeth tearing through his skin.

But right at this desperate moment, Cloudhawk suddenly heard a familiar roar sounding right next to him. The black silhouette shot out at lightning speed, then shot straight into the rotwolf and made it fly. The black silhouette and rotwolf started tearing and biting each other on the ground, and in the end the black silhouette managed to tear the throat of the rotwolf. That's too soon for rotwolves! It then turned into a streak of black lightning as it threw itself towards one of the rotwolves that would pounce on Cloudhawk.

“WOOLA?!” This creature always spends its time chasing Cloudhawk and biting him on the back for entertainment. Woola devoured human flesh and had an extremely harsh temperament, however, for the first time Cloudhawk felt as if it was truly adorable.

It must have been Slyfox or the Mad Dog that sent Woola! Woola's senses are very sharp, allowing him to find the Cloudhawk lost through scent alone. It actually appeared in time; if it was just a second too slowly, the only thing it would find was the corpse of Cloudhawk.

Although Woola was nothing more than a guard dog bred by mercenaries, it was even stronger in battle than the Other Captain. His six legs gave him explosive speed while running, making him move faster than the mutated panther. As for his shark-like teeth, they were like razors that could tear even sheets of iron easily.

In a short time, it had killed four rotwolves!

Woola instantly caught the attention of many rotwolves, who realized that this ferocious beast was dangerous and immediately began to surround and attack it. Although Woola was extremely strong, there was no way she could defeat so many ferocious rotwolves.

Cloudhawk picked up his fallen short sword, then shouted at the people around him, “What do you see? Quickly come here and help!” But no one moved to intervene. None of them wanted to interfere in the fight between the animals.

Woola was currently fighting with at least five wolves at the same time, with many other wolves circling and roaming around her, biding their time. Woola's skin was already slightly open in four or five places, and blood was flowing all over her body. The situation is terrible.

Screw it. Time to get out!

Cloudhawk doesn't like Woola. In fact, the two had never gotten along well at all, and the creature had been bullying him endlessly at the mercenary base. However, Cloudhawk's way of thinking was quite simple; woola fell into such trouble for coming to her rescue. If Cloudhawk left Woola and escaped, not only would the other mercenaries scorn her, even Cloudhawk would look down on himself!