CHRONICLE GODSFALL

Crushed

Four hundred complete sweepers were a force capable of venturing through the wastelands without punishment, easily capable of destroying the foolish opponents who dared to stand in front of them. The situation of Blackflag Outpost was much more dire than last night when facing a wave of ferocious beasts.

In comparison, the outpost warriors were individually inferior to the mutant sweepers in every aspect, and they were exhausted as well. Many outpost soldiers were also wounded. How could they win this fight?

But what Cloudhawk fears is not the sweeper. In the entire outpost, he was the only person who knew for sure that the previous sandstorm had not appeared by chance. It was made by someone or something using a unique weapon.

Cloudhawk could not imagine, did not dare to imagine, what kind of object possessed such an incredible supernatural power. Humans have always felt fear in the face of unexplained and unknown things, and Cloudhawk is no exception. He felt confident that the sweepers must have an unexpectedly strong supporter standing behind them.

The two sides faced each other from a distance of one or two hundred meters. The sweepers did not seem to be in a hurry to attack.

A figure completely wrapped in a tattered robe suddenly emerged from one of the sweeper vehicles. A large hood covered his entire head, making it impossible to see what it looked like. However, when compared to the bloodthirsty, cruel, and agitated mutant, this man seemed to be barely moving, so calm that his chest did not appear to be rising and falling as he breathed. If he just stood there without walking, everyone would be considered a cloaked statue!

Cloudhawk noticed something quite interesting. Even the savage and extremely powerful maneater was pushed back as this mysterious man walked past them, voluntarily opening a path for him. It was as if they were afraid they would block his path.

These giant creatures have long lost almost all of their wits and intelligence. Even so, they could still distinguish the strong from the weak and tell who the worthy and strong leader was. Above all, they knew exactly what kind of price they would pay if they tried to rebel against their leader.

Their minds have been imprinted with memories of what punishment awaits the rebels. This was why they almost instinctively dodged the man!

The battle suddenly stopped, as if everything had fallen into a swamp. The situation became very tense, and everyone was restless. The outpost soldiers were very careful not to even breathe too hard, for fear that the slightest stimulus would upset this fragile and fragile balance.

The cloaked figure slowly advanced forward, step by step. As he did so, Cloudhawk stared unblinkingly at this man, trying to figure out what made him so different. However, no matter how hard he tried, Cloudhawk was still unable to see the strange ripples emanating from the man. That's not him!

It is a sweeper army equipped with metal armor, heavy machinery, machetes and battle axes, bows and firearms, and even vehicles. They are completely armed. There was no way an army like this would suddenly appear out of nowhere. Why have they not heard of such an organization in the past?

The two captains of the elite post guards were all extremely confused. Why did the sweepers not suppress the attacks after they broke through the outer boundary? They simply stood there, giving the besieged defenders time to catch their breath. Why are they doing this? Do they feel very confident about their strengths? Are they waiting for something? Or are they worried about something?

Bows all nocked. All weapons are loaded. No matter what the sweepers planned; the outpost warriors once again reformed the strong defensive line. However, they all knew that the outpost had no advantage at all in this battle. If they really started fighting, at least most of the humans would be wiped out, even if they won. In the worst-case scenario, the entire outpost would be baptized with blood!

The spirit was so heavy that everyone found it hard to breathe. As for the cloaked figure, like a statue, he moved slightly, raised his head and revealed a paper-white face under his hood. His skin looked lifeless like a marble statue, but his eyes were black like the endless depths of the night. When he 'blinked', his eyelids did not really move; rather, a kind of dark red hook membrane quickly closed his eyeballs. That's so weird to see.

The mysterious man stretched out his hand and pointed to the outpost. “This leading post is ours now.” His words were very calm and relaxed, as if he had taken a fairly simple decision. It seemed like he was stating that he would eat a piece of bread, or perhaps pick a flower from the side of the road. His voice was shrill and dark, carrying a strange, mutated, and sinister rhythm.

The defenders of the post all had somewhat ugly faces when they heard his proclamation. The mysterious man continued: "Rush!"

A strange expression also appeared on Cloudhawk's face. Shouldn't a sweeper be nothing more than a thug butcher sweeping the wastelands like a grasshopper? Why would this sweeper want to take over this outpost? This is too weird!

But of course, it was impossible for anyone to agree to this request. Those enormous maneaters would be able to eat an entire human at every meal. They won't even spare his bones. Not even the most ignorant would willingly become food for the sweeper!

Faced with this obvious provocation, a skinny young man got up and stepped forward. It was the second captain of the elite force, the man known as Wulf. His eyes spouted flames as he said, “You want it? Come and take it, if you have the guts!” The other outpost guards supported him with a blend of scorn and curses.

They were actually not angry with that person's arrogant attitude. Rather, this was the only method they had at their disposal to raise the morale of their fellow soldiers.

"Then I don't think there's anything else for that." The cloaked figure gently raised his hand, his every move seeming very relaxed. It seemed like he was waving and saying good morning to the neighbors, but before making a final decision, he glanced at the surrounding area, almost like he was waiting for something.

The mysterious man scanned the area, then hesitated for a few seconds as if something he was waiting for had yet to present itself. A look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and his voice resounded clearly in the ears of everyone present like ice, filled with the promise of a cold death. "All right then. We'll just exterminate you all!”

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The sweepers had been waiting impatiently just for this command!

Ten more maneers started advancing by running, while a hundred more thugs immediately followed right behind them. The rough, ugly, yet extremely thick armor they wore let out clanking sounds and grilles. They are like one of the rusty ancient chariots of the Old Age. With each step they took, they caused the ground in front of them to tremble. They were both tenacious and strong, and every man standing before them was destined to be smashed to pieces with blood and gore.

The Outpost Blackflag Warriors had shocked and horrified expressions on their faces. The battle has already begun, just like that? They thought the fight would last a little longer, giving them enough time to replenish their arrows and ammunition. Who would have thought that the doomed sweeper battalion would launch a direct attack without delay in the slightest?

Grizzly roared loudly, "Fans and shooters, shoot!" The soldiers from the outpost started firing their weapons and firing with their bows, but their formation was so chaotic that there was no way for them to concentrate their firepower.

Ten more large maneaters raised their hands, using their bracelets to protect their eyes. The thick steel Kuiras that covered their bodies were more than enough to protect their vital organs, making these ordinary arrows and bullets impossible to inflict deadly wounds on them.

"Be careful! They're coming!"

The enormous freaks darted straight at the defenders with a truly astounding momentum. Each maneater held a large hammer that weighed several hundred kilograms, but twisted it very easily as if they were playing with a wooden stick. They lifted the heavy war hammer up high, then sent it down towards the humans with enough force to destroy a pack of bulls.

THE CURIOSITY! Two men were struck head-on, and their bodies shattered as if made of glass, sending blood and gore everywhere!

When some of the attacks missed and hit the ground, they seemed to cause the earth itself to tremble. Some of the people further away felt their legs wobble along with the ground, while the entire group of defenders nearby actually fell to the ground by the extremely powerful shockwave generated by the attack. The outpost warriors who were still standing tried to stab the maneater with their spears, but even when they were able to break through the gaps in their armor were unable to pierce through the hard skin of the maneater.

With each sweep of the warhammer maneater, many humans were thrown into the distance like tennis balls. One, two, three, four...The huge monsters continued their raging attacks, their thick armor made them immune to almost all attacks. Their spiraling war hammer smashed every human they encountered into a pile of mashed meat.

Next to each large maneater was an entire group of thugs wielding axes, which surrounded the maneater with iron shield walls. Although these villains did not possess the astonishing size and strength of the maneaters, they were still some of the most elite soldiers offered by the sweepers. All of them were nearly two meters tall and twice as muscular as ordinary humans. With their left hand they held an iron shield that seemed to be able to stop any attack, and with their right hand they held a battle axe that cut through the human body like a vegetable.

Behind those thugs was a group of medium mutated sweepers who used bows and weapons. These mutants did not possess the melee combat power of the first two, but they were much more intelligent and responsible for using firearms to kill from a distance as well as sifting through their allies. They are responsible for killing certain dangerous targets with their firearms.

The broom bows are specially designed and custom made. Each shot carried enormous power, and they were extremely accurate. They are able to fully penetrate the skull of a man, almost guaranteeing that almost no one exposed them will survive.

As for lizard riders, motorcyclists, and other riders, they use sickles and other long weapons and are responsible for maintaining the safety of the wings.

It is a very strong formation and very well organized. Sweeper battalions like this were undoubtedly very powerful, and would guarantee that they would greatly dominate almost any opponent. This outpost warrior had no chance at all!

The soldiers of the outpost let out shouts as they died, and their shouts mixed with the sound of their bones being shattered and their bodies being crushed, as well as the clinking of bowstring and the cracking of firearms. All of these sounds mixed into one, becoming one to form a strange and terrifying melody that the people present could never forget. This was a sea of terror that could drown the hearts of even the most powerful warriors, causing their courage to crumble and disappear.

Now, Cloudhawk has seen death and misery up close on many occasions. He could see that the difference in strength between the two sides was huge; even if all the outpost warriors fought to the end, it would still not be enough. To them, resistance was completely futile and meaningless.

The sweepers continued to attack mercilessly, destroying all hope and bringing despair behind them. These two forces were at completely different levels of skill and strength, and this battle was ten times more dangerous than the previous one against the beast tide!

As for the mysterious cloaked man, he only watched in silence as the massacre unfolded in front of him. It seemed like he was watching an art show after a good meal, and he didn't seem to want to take part in this battle at all.

Cloudhawk had a strange feeling that this person was more dangerous than the combined ten maneers. Even experts like Mad Dog and Slyfox were still far from being a match for people like him. The only reason this mysterious man did not take part in the battle was simply because there was no need.

How will this battle end? How should Blackflag Outpost respond? Cloudhawk did not know the answer to this question, but he was once again reminded that this was the sad part of the weak. Faced with this nightmare, there was not a single thing he could do.