CHRONICLE GODSFALL

4. Sweepers

Twilight. The night is cold. It also signifies death.

A huge rat was walking among the ruins, its pitch-black form blending into the darkness of the night as its small bead-red eyes swept left and right. The surrounding area was full of water trenches. The water was dark green and thick with a foul aura and pollution. The bodies of many unidentified animals have long been soaked in that dirty water.

There are several types of algae-like growths that can be seen in places throughout this area, emitting a dim, sickly fluorescent glow. The light was not enough to illuminate anything; all he could do was make the dark night seem even more sinister and gripping.

The giant rat vigilantly observed his surroundings. Finally, it stopped in front of the giant tunnel. It may be an Old Age transportation hub, or it may be the entrance to a very large ancient building. It was also possible that it was the building of one of the invading worlds.

The giant rat hesitated, unsure whether he would enter or not. He can smell a dangerous smell.

Right at this moment, a large amount of torch light was visible, followed by the sounds of many people moving together.

The giant rat was so shocked that it immediately plunged into the tunnel. A few seconds later, it let out a terrifying screech from inside the tunnel. The shrill sound of the giant rat was constantly receding, almost as if it was being dragged deeper and deeper into the tunnel. Finally, the pitiful scream of the giant rat was cut off, followed by the sound of tearing, gnashing, and chewing.

A few minutes later, the light from the torch illuminated this place.

Mad Dog stared at the huge ruins in front of him, a frown on his face. “You sure this?”

The fat man pulled a match, used it to light a cigarette in his mouth. “The layout here is very complicated. Supposedly, that bastard was quite cunning. It would be dangerous if we tried to force our way in, and we would also sound the alarm. It will be difficult for us to delete everything.”

Crazy Dog is getting cringing. “Then what should we do?”

“Why do you think I brought so many pawns?” The fat man looked at the Mad Dog as if his question was very stupid, then threw his half-sucked cigarette onto the ground. "From up, send the bait!"

A few mercenaries walked up to the trembling scavengers. “You're all deaf? Slyfox told you to move it!”

The scavengers were cold and frightened. The gaping black tunnel before them seemed to be the entrance to Hell itself. Now, even the most ignorant of them can say that they are here just as bait, bait to lure some people out. That's all!

But... do the scavengers have a choice to refuse? Only if they can move faster than a speeding bullet. Otherwise, none of them would have escaped the Slyfox gun!

The scavengers had no choice but to be pushed into the tunnel, lifting their torches up high as they slowly moved forward.

"Be careful there, rookie." The fat man lit another cigarette, sucking slowly leisurely while watching the torches speed through the tunnel. “Take things slow. Let the pawn stay in front of you.”

The tunnel was cold and damp. It was filled with a strong stench and decay, and stored many ancient tools covered in abandoned algae. Many mosquitoes were heard buzzing throughout the tunnel, and were filled with signs of dangerous creatures living inside.

Cloudhawk was very frightened, but also quite confused. For some reason, he could faintly sense that something was calling out to him from the inside of this unfathomable dark tunnel. He had never felt anything like this before. The feeling was subtle and indescribable strange.

What secrets are hidden inside this place? And what did that powerful excavator plan to do?

Old Age antiquities were not the only items scattered in the tunnels. Scavengers can also see many suspicious traces, such as tattered pieces of cloth, animal carcasses, and pools of frozen blood. But the layout here was quite complicated; after walking for twenty or thirty minutes, no one knew which direction.

Kkkkkkkkkkkkkk.

A shrill voice rang out from somewhere unknown, sounding almost like a nail scratching the blackboard. His voice is very sharp ear-piercing, and it sounds continuous, sometimes loud and sometimes soft. There's no way to know where it came from.

Darkness is something that is able to bring out the most primordial fear, and the fear of the unknown can multiply all other fears a hundredfold!

The scavengers stopped their steps, their bodies stiffened with fear and their foreheads were sweating. They don't know if they're going forward or backward. The darkness around them was filled with rustling sounds, causing their nerves to grow increasingly tense. In fact, they had already almost reached their breaking point.

“AHHH!!” A scavenger suddenly let out a horrifying scream that rolled up blood. Only then did the others turn around and see something they would never be able to forget. At some point, the area around them had been filled with insects. Most insects looked like beetles, but there were also long, centipede-like creatures hanging on the wall, crawling on the ground, and even crawling up to their bodies. The entire area was filled with those things.

Cloudhawk frantically began to sweep his clothes, his legs, his stomach, and his back. He did not know when so many insects had started to creep all over his body. He did not feel them bit him at all, and some of them had already started digging into his flesh. He frantically gripped his torch, pushing the flame into his own body. It was better to suffer severe burns than to let these insects eat their way into his body and kill him!

Bugs! There are bugs everywhere! They clustered so tightly and so heavily, it was as if an entire wave of insects was in front of them!

Even the bravest of men would be afraid of being unreasonable when looking at such a scene. By the time the scavengers on the outer perimeter saw the insects, it was already too late. By the time they tore off their clothes, they discovered that their bodies had turned into an unrecognizable pool of blood and flesh, with many bulging lumps wandering under their skin.

"NO!"

“AHHH!”

Some scavengers let out horrified screams as they fell to the ground, and the surrounding insects immediately swarmed over them. They dig through every available hole, and if they can't find it, they'll make their own using their teeth.

"RUN!" The scavengers are already at the point of actually breaking down. When this word sounded, it was like sparks exploding in a room filled with gunpowder, burning all their fear. The blazing fear burned all of their rationality and intelligence, causing all of them to shout in horror as they began to flee in all directions.

Some managed to escape from the insect-infested territory. Before either of them had a chance to relax, the people in front stumbled into some kind of trap.

Whooshing sound! Large buckets of strong green acid flipped over them, causing acid to be poured onto their faces and bodies. The strong corrosive acids instantly began to gnaw at them, causing large lumps of acid-eaten flesh and hair to fall from their bodies as bloody blisters began to appear on their faces and hands.

“AHHHHHH!” A scavenger screamed in horror, then turned around and ran straight towards Cloudhawk. Right now, he himself looked like a demon. He scratched his acid-eaten head out of blind instinct, as a result of which he himself scratched a large piece of flesh from his face, revealing a bloody skull. The flesh on his fingers had also withered, leaving only bones.but unaware of all this, he continued to shout like crazy.

Cloudhawk stared at this terrifying and amazing scene. He was astonished and unable to voice his astonishment, and his fear was defeated by an even more terrifying thought – these were all carefully prepared traps, traps set up by intelligent sentient beings!

A sharp spear suddenly pierced through the darkness. The scavenger's chest was pierced as easily as paper, and the terrifying power behind the spear caused the spear and the scavenger to be firmly nailed to the wall.

A steel hook was also fired, reaching out to one of the fleeing scavengers and tearing half the meat from his stomach. The scavenger seemed to be unaware of anything, continuing to shout crazily while fleeing as fast as he could. His blood and intestines gushed out a few meters before he finally fell to the ground, all traces of life had left him.

This is a massacre. This is a butcher shop!

“Do not be afraid. It's all a trap. If we only..”

The scavenger did not even have a chance to finish his words before a long blade came cutting towards him through the darkness. The blade was not so sharp, but the blade user was so powerful that it sliced through all parts of the scavenger, from the right shoulder blade to the lower wing. The man was torn in two, and the blood from his split body was instantly sprayed onto the faces of those around him.

His organs fell to the ground, and they were still throbbing.

The scavenger did not die immediately, but all of his 'courage' disappeared. All he could do was let out a completely inhumane scream, filled with despair and mountain-like horrors that hammered the spirits of the survivors.

Is that them? Did they finally come out? Cloudhawk saw a strange creature in front of him, which he had never seen before. The creatures were completely naked and unclothed, but their bodies were entirely with cancerous growths that looked like knots in a tree or tree root. From head to toe, they are covered with wart-like growths.

They also have large growths over their heads that look like the most malignant malignant tumors. They had two legs that looked almost like the legs of a mouse, with the knees flipped backwards instead of forwards. This gave the creature superior running ability and jumping ability. As for weapons, they mainly used long knives, spears, and stone hammers.

There is at least one thing that excavators say actually – there is indeed a sweeper here!

In this day and age, human mutants could be seen everywhere. However, such mutations are generally uncontrollable, meaning that each mutant looks different from the others. However, these sweepers not only looked the same, they also stored a bit of intelligence. They were obviously a very rare type of mutant.

Not likely. Fighting directly means death. These creatures are much stronger than any human being! Worse yet, the sweepers began to increase in number. Their stone war hammer was like a terrifying weapon of mass destruction, and every blow from the war hammer made one of the scavengers into a bag of crushed meat!

The scavengers have been completely broken. Wherever they run, they die. Facing certain death, they all started to flee wildly, but they also knew that in the end they would end up as flat chunks of meat. The endless horror of it all, coupled with the unrelenting despair, gnawed at their minds and sanity. The little bit of strength and sanity they left behind was just enough for them to cry and howl in misery.

Something like this .. If you have never experienced it yourself, you will never be able to imagine what the howling sounds like.

A sad roar, mixed with the sound of bones being crushed and crushed. It formed a strange rhythm, almost like music that echoed throughout the tunnel, a song created from the demon itself, a song that no one will ever forget.

One by one the warm bodies were crushed and crushed. One life after another was ruthlessly consumed!

Before this, Cloudhawk had never really understood the concept of what 'Hell' meant'. At this moment, all of his heroic courage and aspirations disappeared the moment he heard that terrifying scream. The only thing he left behind was the gambler's desire to try the cards one last time as he followed some of the surviving scavengers as they stormed towards the passage with a bit of scavengers.

The interest! The sound of another body being physically crushed could be heard!

One of the comrades who was by his side just a moment ago was suddenly knocked down by the pursuing sweeper hammer. Several sweepers immediately charged forward, surrounding the fallen figure and smashing with their heavy stone war hammers. The corpse was reduced to a state where the condition was even worse than the trash on the ground!

The sight of blood splashing everywhere gave Cloudhawk an incredible shot of adrenaline. He felt as if all his energy had been focused onto his feet, and only one thought was on his mind – Get out of here!

“AHH!” Right at this moment, one of the scavengers running in front of him let out a pitiful cry as he fell to the ground, the tongs of some strange beasts had clamped his feet. This beast clamp seemed to contain incredible strength, as his clamping attacks had shattered almost every bone in the scavenger's legs so severely that shattered pieces of bone could be seen poking out from his skin!

"Help me!"

"Please, save me!"

Cloudhawk escaped past him without thinking of stopping, but the scavenger actually managed to grab his leg

Trapped off balance, Cloudhawk also fell to the ground.

The scavenger's face was filled with tears and snot. "Help me!"

Cloudhawk howled back, “I can't save you! Let me go!"

"Then give me a clean death!" The scavenger's face was filled with despair. “If those demons catch me.. I'd rather die now!”.

Cloudhawk. He's never killed anyone before! But right at this moment, he could see a dark figure starting to move straight towards them.

"Give me a clean death!" The scavenger was lying on the ground, howling with all his might, "I BEG YOU!"

Cloudhawk let out a hoarse and savage roar, then raised his short sword high before sticking it into the man's neck. Blood immediately spurted out, and the stench of blood assaulted his nostrils. Cloudhawk wiped his face, not bothering to pull out his bloodstained short sword. He kicked his right leg free from the man's grip, then climbed to his feet and continued to run furiously towards the depths of the tunnel!

This was the first time he had killed another human!

He could not forget the look of despair on the face of the dying scavenger. It seemed to have impressed itself into his heart, into his soul.

Cloudhawk's eyes reddened in shock and horror. He felt as if a volcano was rumbling deep within his soul, making him want to shout with anger and sadness. However, this is not the right time. The underground tunnel spread out like a spider web, and he had no idea how many dangerous creatures lived here.

The dark figure behind him threw his stone hammer, covered in red blood and white brain matter, then reached out to the back to pull the javelin from his back. It threw its spear straight towards Cloudhawk!

The javelin howled in the air. Sensing the impending danger, Cloudhawk almost instinctively leaned his body to the side, letting the sharp tip of the spear scratch past his face. It was so close that it actually cut a few strands of her hair!

The broomstick was a bit surprised. It was never expected for a young human to have such a keen sensitivity to danger!

Cloudhawk knew that the ghost of death had just passed him by. He continued to run forward at full speed. After realizing that there was a turn in the tunnel right in front, he immediately dashed in without any hesitation at all. Here there are branches in the tunnel, with three different openings that lead in three different directions. Cloudhawk picked one at random, then stormed into it and hid behind the tunnel.

There was a limit to how much power he had, and he was already on the verge of collapse. If he continued to escape, he would definitely be caught by the sweeper. His only chance was to entrust everything to luck and hope the sweeper would not choose the tunnel he had entered.

The dark figure stopped in front of the three tunnels. It hesitated there for a few seconds, not making a decision right away. This sweeper is an experienced hunter. The sweeper can sense that the footsteps have stopped, which means that the human has not run far. He should still be hiding nearby, so that the sweeper does not run blindly into any of the tunnels. Instead, the sweeper intends to rely on his sharp hearing to determine where the human is.

Currently, Cloudhawk was hidden less than ten meters away from the sweeper. His heart was pounding so hard, he felt as if it was about to explode from his chest.

This time, he was completely finished. The broomstick won't leave. He was waiting, waiting for Cloudhawk to show himself. If Cloudhawk let out the slightest sound, he might be found and captured soon.

What's he supposed to do? Cloudhawk clenched his fists, his palms full of sweat. But right at this moment, another strong premonition of danger filled his mind. Cloudhawk could feel something coming, and he immediately turned to stare towards his left. His eyes narrowed from what he saw.

The walls of the tunnel here were illuminated by glowing moss. and suddenly, without making any sound at all, an enormous black silhouette suddenly appeared there. This creature had eight slender legs, and its joints were covered by needle-like feathers that were as sharp as knives. It had twelve blood-red eyes, each of which sparkled with a brutal and savage light.

These are mutabeasts! A large mutabeast spider, which was at least two meters long!

The dangerous creature was lying on the ceiling. Clearly, it had found Cloudhawk and was slowly crawling closer and closer towards him.

Right at this moment, the sweeper heard something as well. The sweeper took out another javelin from behind his back, then began to step towards Cloudhawk.

Cloudhawk's forehead was tangled in sweat, and he found it impossible to temper his fear.

Time to try something crazy! He closed his eyes, then howled as he leaped out of his hiding place!

Upon seeing its prey trying to escape, the huge spider stretched its eight legs, then shot out as its prey leapt out. The spider was a powerful predator that moved much faster than the Cloudhawk; it would definitely be able to catch its prey in the middle of a leap.

Just as Cloudhawk leaped out from behind his hiding place, the sweeper's arm flexed as it threw its extremely sharp javelin with enough force to pierce through the man's body cleanly.

Time seems to slow down. The dangerous mutabeast inched ever closer in the air, as well as the deadly javelin. Cloudhawk frantically tried to twist his body in midair, and the javelin sliced through the deep wound on his chest as it flew past him. He had almost miraculously avoided the attack!

Ssssss!

The huge black spider attacked with its limbs. Just as he was about to cling to Cloudhawk with them, the approaching javelin struck him almost perfectly in his head, causing him to let out a scream of agony!

The sweeper stared, somewhat dumbfounded. It was definitely not expecting something like this to happen!

In an instant as the sweeper stood there dumbfounded, Cloudhawk fell to the ground then rolled to his feet, holding his hand over the gaping wound on his chest as he angrily fled into one of the other tunnels. As the sweeper was about to chase after him, the wounded and angry mutabeast spider climbed to its feet, then leaped straight towards the sweeper.

“GRAH!” The sweeper was knocked down but immediately unsheathed the short blade and stuck it into the soft belly of the spider. As for the giant spider, it uses its sharp, venomous fangs to bite the sweeper's neck and shoulders. The two deadly creatures started attacking each other furiously, and for Cloudhawk?

He had long since disappeared into the tunnel.