CHRONICLE GODSFALL
Entering the Ruckus
Charge fees! Destroy it! Refill! Destroy again!
Maneaters swept their giant war hammers through the ranks of defenders, causing an absolute carnage. Each swing launched waves of blood and gore, sending unrecognizable chunks of bone and flesh throughout the battlefield.
Sweeper thugs raised their iron shields high, defending those steel shield walls as their huge battle axes slashed one after another like scythe through wheat. As for the sweeping cavalry troops on both sides, they moved in a circle behind the defenders of the outpost and attacked from the two wings, pressing them on their side. Sweeper and gunner archers send continuous long-range fire to maintain control over the battlefield.
The number of sweepers was quite low, but they completely destroyed the outpost warriors on the battlefield. Compared to these powerful mutants, human guards had no advantage at all in this fight.
Cloudhawk raised his weapon, preparing to attack to help the besieged army around him. As the saying goes, no egg survives when its nest is destroyed. The outpost soldiers suffered terrible casualties. Even if they managed to hold on in the end, what was the point of a ruined outpost for them?
"Don't be too patient, son." Slyfox patted Cloudhawk on the shoulder with a fat hand, holding him back. Stone-faced Mad Dog spoke agreed: “Luck is not the only reason why Blackflag Outpost has been around for so long. The outpost had many expert fighters, and dozens of elite guards had not moved either. Why are you in such a hurry to your death?”
Cloudhawk did not really understand what these two mercenary captains were thinking. The sweepers destroyed their allies like rotting wood, and the outpost had suffered hundreds of casualties in just a few minutes. Do they really have to hold back at a time like this?
One of the sweeper thugs beheaded the guard with his battle axe. As he turned around to look for a new target, an extremely muscular figure came straight towards him with incredible speed. The muscular figure did not move to disguise his intentions and wasted no time at all. He attacked, tilted his arms, clenched his fists, then dealt a punch!
The sweeper thug was a veteran of over a hundred battles, and he immediately raised his metal shield to block. The shield was made of pure metal; even an ordinary bullet would not be able to penetrate through it. There's no way it'll be penetrated by a blow, right?
THE CLANG! It was like a gigantic war hammer smashing into his shield, with a huge indentation appearing at the point of impact! The sweeper thug was thrown backwards as if he had been struck by lightning. One step, two steps, three steps ..he staggered back three steps before regaining his footing. The sweeper villain let out an angry roar, his iron boots digging up the ground as he used them to 'nail' himself to the ground. He then attacked with a huge battle axe in his right hand, sending it sweeping forward in a heavy counterattack.
The brawny man in front of the sweeper thug was delivering another punch! Sparks danced on the blades of the war axe as it began to break apart, then flew out from the hands of the sweeper thugs! Even the fingers of the thug were broken due to this collision. Finally, the sweeper showed a terrified expression.
The third blow came directly at him! It was as fast as a ghost and had the power of lightning!
The sweeper thug was completely thrown into the air, his metal chest plate collapsed and his ribs were completely broken. Even his heart had been heavily damaged by the power of this punch. It's not just a 'blow', it's like being hit by a freight train!
“Oh!” The mysterious man turned his head to glance at the newcomer with a certain interest. This tall and muscular man was none other than one of the elite guard captains of the Blackflag Outpost!
Grizzly wore a pair of heavy steel boxing gloves on his hands. In terms of raw strength, he was probably the same as the Mad Dog. After finishing off the sweeper thugs with three quick blows, he turned around and chose the tall and large maneater as his next target.
The maneater could sense the Grizzly hostility and danger it posed. The maneater pulled his great war hammer from the pile of shattered flesh, then swept it towards the Grizzly with such force that it produced a stinging wind, sending chunks of blood and viscous blood splattering in Grizzly's body.
This was a great attack with crazy power behind it, but the Grizzly did not retreat. He stepped forward, welcoming the rain of blood. As he dodged the heavy blow, he dealt a sudden blow to the kneecap of the maneater, smashing it into small pieces. Next, he used one foot to step onto the war hammer, pressing it further to the ground and preventing the maneater from lifting it back up, he said, then use his other leg to give a powerful kick to the maneater's thick, muscular arms. THE CRACK! The maneater's right arm was instantly broken by the force of this kick.
Grizzly flexed his legs, leaping high into the air as he delivered a punch to the maneater's jaw. Not even the helmet maneers were able to stop the Grizzly's ferocious and ferocious strength. Even the bottom teeth of the maneater were shattered as its enormous shape fell backwards, stunned. The maneater howled furiously and in pain as he tried to get up once more, but a leg hit his chest and sent him back down again.
Cocked arms. Clenched fist. Hit it! Grizzly's right hand completely smashed the maneater's ugly face. This hammer-like punch was so heavy that the maneater's face became a pile of completely unrecognizable slurry.
Finally, one of the monstrous monsters had been destroyed. As expected, the elite captain possessed incredible strength! The display of explosive power and supernatural agility instantly enhanced the lethargic spirit of the defenders of the outpost.
Grizzly was a little breathless. This kind of blitzkrieg attack was powerful yet difficult to defend against, and even an expert like him found it quite exhausting.
A soft laugh rang out from behind the hood of the mysterious figure, as if he was completely indifferent to the death of his subordinates. He gently waved his hand in a commanding motion, causing a number of archers to aim their bows towards the Grizzly. A wave of steel-tipped arrows shot out with incredible force, but right at this moment, a black fog suddenly flashed, using his sword to drop all the arrows at an incomprehensible speed. This is another captain of the elite force, Wulf!
The two elite captains stood their backs to each other. Grizzly raised his blood-soaked boxing glove high, while Wulf raised his snow-red sword.
"Be careful."
"You too!"
There was no need for men like them to waste words. The two of them had fought side by side for countless years and had long reached a tacit understanding. No one felt any hesitation at all in letting each other provide protection from behind. As dozens of sweeper thugs and a number of maneers surrounded them, other elite guards quickly came to reinforce them as well, causing both sides to get caught up in a miserable fight.
Grizzly fought desperately for his life. He let out an angry roar, “Tartarus, are you guys just going to sit and watch? Are you seriously going to wait until we're all dead? ”
The small eyes of the fat man bead with a sinister face were twisting amusedly. To be honest, he was indeed considering this. If the elite forces were annihilated, Tartarus' status at the outpost would instantly skyrocket. This is a good thing, not a bad thing! Both sweepers and elite guards were formidable enemies. This battle will not end so soon!
Slyfox stared intently at Cloudhawk. "Stop babbling and stand up clearly!"
"If you don't want to go, I'll go!" A stern expression was seen on Cloudhawk's face. “After all, we will all die. I'd rather die fighting!”
"You talk too much, you punk!" But when Slyfox remembered how Tartarus seemed to owe Grizzly a favor, he turned to glance at the leader of the sweeper battalion who was still unmoved. He felt a bit of regret in his heart. The real reason why he was unwilling to get involved was mainly because he still did not know enough about this enemy.
Although Slyfox did not possess the beast-like instincts of Cloudhawk, he possessed analytical abilities. In fact, judging by the actual number of sweepers involved, this was not necessarily a battle that Blackflag Outpost could not win. The biggest unknown variable was the cloaked figure at the back.
Slyfox wanted to wait for the cloaked figure to act first so that he could analyze the man's abilities, but the dirty and mysterious man still seemed not the least bit interested in joining the fight. It was true that Slyfox could not continue standing on the sidelines, so he gestured with his hand. "Let's join the fight!"
Are they finally going to enter the fray? Cloudhawk immediately raised his rifle, preparing to join the fight.
"Stay back for now, newbie." Mad Dog's entire body rippled with accumulated energy, and the ugly scar on his face started to twist and turn. The blood vessels in his muscles began to wriggle like worms as he stretched his muscles, and he looked tense like a fully drawn bowstring. “I go first!”
His feet left a small crater in the earth as he shot out like a cannonball. A roaring wind blew past the other mercenaries as the Mad Dog disappeared from in front of them.
Crazy Dogs are so fast! He was not a metahuman agility, but when he unleashed all of his formidable physical strength and focused it on speed, he was as fast as any metahuman agility.
Two of the sweeper thugs tried to block the fast approaching Mad Dog, but he did not even slow down. In fact, he shouted as he actually accelerated towards them! His angry posture and his face were growling to such an extent that anyone who saw him would feel confident that even if a mountain stood in his way, he could still crash into it. Sweeper thugs had never met such crazy humans, but they were only shocked for a moment before they lifted their war axes up high, then sent them chopping down towards the Mad Dog.
THE CRACK! THE CRACK!
Slyfox did not even aim his gun at all; he seemed to just swing his hand forward carelessly. Two wisps of smoke gushed out from the barrel of his gun, and the two sweeper thugs instantly fell backwards.
While running past the two sweepers, Mad Dog grabbed the battle axes from their now-shaky hands as he leaped into the air. His feet landed on their heads, crashing their necks as he used them to push himself over six meters into the air. The two huge war axes shone with a dazzling cold light in his hand as he flew straight towards the maneater and slashed at him.
This was an extremely risky air dome, as even the most powerful person could not dodge well in the air. The sweepers here were all veterans of many battles; there was no way they would ignore such a perfect opportunity! The two sweepers hurriedly pulled their bows, preparing to shoot the Mad Dog in the air with steel-tipped bows.
But right at this moment, two more gun cracks could be heard!
Two bullets passed through the group of sweepers and humans with inhuman accuracy, then instantly exploded into the heads of the two archers. They did not even have the chance to react or pull their bow completely before they fell to the ground, dead.
From start to finish, Mad Dog had ignored everyone and all of them saved his target. He roared even fiercer than any ferocious beast, and his roar was far more terrifying. DRIED! His two thick battle axes descended as he did himself, smashing directly into the maneater's head. War axe, helmet maneater, head maneater.The three instantly exploded into small pieces!
The enormous shape of the maneater was actually thrown into the air by the force of this flow. It 'turned back' in the air, spraying blood and brain matter everywhere before finally hitting the ground with the force of a mountain.
Mad Dog has a crazy rictus grin on his face. The double punch he used to kill the maneater was so heavy that the skin between his thumb and index finger split open, but he felt no pain at all. He pulled the snow-white machete from its sheath at his waist, then cut the shields, battle axes, armor, and helmets of some of the nearby thugs as if he was cutting rotten wood, reducing their flesh and bones into a pile of sliced meat.
What a power! Both these two elite guard captains as well as these two Tartarus mercenary captains were truly amazing. As long as such powerful humans were on their side, the outpost might only have a chance of survival!
But Cloudhawk could feel a bone-chilling aura sweeping across the region. Although he was not the target of this killing intent, it was so terrifying and so cruel that he felt as if he had previously stood under the scorching sun but had now been pushed into an ice hole. He felt as if every single cell in his body had frozen.
Cloudhawk yells warn, “Be careful, Slyfox! That guy will attack!”
Slyfox was a little surprised, "Oh, is he now?"
The mysterious figure took out a pair of long blades straight from his sleeve, then whispered a few words that sounded like the hiss of a viper. His dark eyes were as black as the endless depths of the sea, but waves of killing intent could be seen within them.
He doesn't 'run' forward, he 'shoots' like bullets from a gun, arrows from a bow, javelins from his thrower. The way he moves seems to violate the laws of physics! Just a moment ago, he was completely silent. Now, he was somehow in full motion! There was no acceleration process, but he was now moving at a frightening and incomprehensible speed. Her graceful movements seemed to indicate that she was able to ignore the effects of gravity itself, and the ragged robe fluttering in the wind behind her looked almost like a demon stretching out its terrifying black wings.
He's attacking! Finally, he attacked!
