CHRONICLE GODSFALL
5 – Mysterious Gem
Cloudhawk had just managed to escape, but he managed to find a quiet corner to hide and rest. His chest was burning with pain. When he pressed his hand to it, his hand slipped out of the sticky liquid. Although he did not know how badly he was injured, his injuries were definitely serious. Wounds like this were extremely dangerous; even if he did not die from not bleeding, his wounds would probably become infected, resulting in him dying a torturous death.
Perhaps due to his physical weakness, or perhaps due to the loss of a lot of blood, Cloudhawk's mind grew fuzzy. His eyelids started to go down. He really wanted to close his eyes and rest for a moment, but he knew that he simply could not do such a thing.
This was a dangerous place, filled with countless dangerous creatures, and the smell of his blood would definitely attract that bloodthirsty beast. To him falling asleep now meant that he would never wake up again.
She's tired. She's ill. He's beaten. His resolve is almost over. Death would be a form of escape, right.
Cloudhawk forced that thought. He could not even leave the ruins, let alone the wilderness. He did not fulfill any of the promises he made himself. How could he accept death in a place like this? The old man would laugh at him. He has to survive. He must live!
His desire to stay alive kindled his spirit, like a burning flame that began to rise once more. His spirit rose, Cloudhawk took off his blood-soaked clothes, then tore off a few pieces of cloth and used them to tightly wrap his wounds. He should find the exit as soon as possible. He must leave this cursed place!
The light from the moss shimmered in this place gave him a vague idea of where to go. However, the underground tunnels were laid out so intricately that Cloudhawk had long since lost its way. He doesn't know where he should go.
But just then, that strange and subtle sensation appeared once again. It was as if something was calling to his subconscious.
Cloudhawk wasn't sure if these feelings were real or illusory, but now he had no other choice to take. He decided to entrust his destiny to this sixth sense and follow the complicated underground tunnel by descending down.
His physical condition deteriorated rapidly, and this place was as complex as any labyrinth. Cloudhawk walked for several dozen minutes without being able to get out of the tunnel, but that subconscious sensation grew even stronger. As he continued to move towards the direction the sensation was coming from, he actually saw a way out that glittered with a dim light.
He has succeeded! He has escaped! It has to be an escape. He finally found it!
Fuck those diggers. The only thing that matters is that I get out of this alive!
Excitedly, Cloudhawk accelerated his pace. Just as he was about to walk out of the 'exit', he suddenly stopped when a shocked expression appeared on his face. No no! THE FILTH!
This place is a five-way intersection. The so-called 'light'? It was just the torch light coming from the torch hanging in this place. The walls here were filled with neatly arranged bone spears and various tools, as well as a large amount of wind-drained smoked bacon hung on giant hooks. What truly frightened Cloudhawk was the fact that there should be at least thirty or forty sweepers here!
This is not the way out. This is the sweeper base! Instead of finding a way out, Cloudhawk instead found the heart of the labyrinth?!
There were also four or five bound scavengers who were captured alive and brought to this place by the sweepers. Like animals to be slaughtered, they were completely unable to move or escape. Their faces were deathly pale from despair and horror, but their mouths were completely blocked, preventing them from saying anything.
Given the brutal disposition of the sweepers, it was guaranteed that the scavengers would suffer the terrible fate that awaited them.
Actually there are both adult and young sweeper here. However, they all looked very similar, and their bodies were all tightly bound to the strange growth of flesh that they looked like treemen. These sweepers are capable of breeding, despite their peculiar mutations, and they can even pass on their mutations to the next generation. It's really very rare in abandoned land.
The sweepers gathered, kneeling before the raised pulpit as they muttered incomprehensible mysterious words. It was as if they were righteous believers praying to a higher power.
At the very top of the pulpit was a pitch-black gem that completely defied the laws of gravity and just floated there in midair. It was most likely this supernatural phenomenon that caused the foolish sweepers to feel a sense of respect and fear towards him, which was why they were prostrating before him as if it were a divine relic.
Cloudhawk was also stunned. What the fuck?! He had an inexplicable feeling that a strange and subtle sensation seemed to come from this mysterious gem. It was a jewel that exuded a strange song that had attracted Cloudhawk to this place, and when he actually saw it, he was completely blown away for a while.
After all, he was nothing more than a humble scavenger and was born lowly. When had he ever seen such extraordinary items?
The sweepers completed their ritual of reverence. Two of them took out guillotine-like instruments while the other dragged the pig-tied captives. They raised the guillotine blade, then pressed the hand of the scavenger underneath.
"No. NO!" The scavenger screamed, and the heavy guillotine blade descended with a sickening crackling sound.
The scavenger let out a muffled and desperate howl as his two hands were completely severed. The other four scavengers were so frightened that their bodies became so limp that they lost complete control of their intestines. Sweepers filled the vessel with blood, then poured it on one of the children.
This mutant skin seems to have absorbing properties. After the blood was poured over the child, it was quickly absorbed into his body. Dozens of sweepers started celebrating wildly, using the guillotine to cut the scavenger's arms into pieces, almost as if they were cutting vegetables. They then connected the meat to a metal pole, preparing to fumigate the meat.
Brutal. rampage! These crooked creatures love to torment other living beings!
The scavenger's crazy screams brought Cloudhawk back to the real world. He frantically shook his head, quickly returning to his senses. Now, he was so frightened that his body was once again filled with cold sweat.
Cloudhawk really wanted to slap himself! How could he be dazed at a time like this? Is he tired of living? This place is full of death sweepers. If he gets caught by them, he'll end up like that poor scavenger. First they would cut off his hands and feet into pieces, then torture him endlessly before letting him die.
Better run away soon!
Cloudhawk carefully got up and inched backwards. But right at this moment, the scavenger at the very end was freed from his bond. Just as they were about to force him forward and injure his hand, he seemed to get a burst of supernatural power and speed born from terror. He somehow released the clutches of the sweeper, then dodged the nearby sweeper and escaped from them.
His struggle was not in vain. One of the sweepers stuck a flying hook into his leg, causing him to fall to the ground. As he was being dragged back, from the corner of his eye he saw Cloudhawk tiptoeing backwards through the tunnel.
Cloudheart's heart was pounding. He's got a bad feeling about this. He frantically plunged back into his original hiding position, but it was too late.
"Save me!"
"Save me!"
"SAVE ME!!!!"
As the scavenger was dragged back, he clawed the ground with his nails, leaving a deep groove on the ground. She screamed so hysterically that she didn't even notice how her fingernails had been torn apart.
He knew that there was no way he could be saved, but he wanted to stay alive! Like a drowning man, he would clutch at any straw he could find, no matter how thin!
Cloudhawk felt a chill on his back. Once again, he felt an overwhelming sensation of danger!
Scoundrel. He has been found!
The scavenger who had been dragged back was killed by a single blow from the spear. As for the four or five sweepers that used spears, they began to slowly head towards Cloudhawk.
Cloudhawk could feel danger enveloping him, making it difficult to breathe. Inevitably he began to tremble as he pulled the sharp metal shards from his belt. Right now, this was the only weapon he had.
Should he fight? There was no way such a small piece of metal would pose a threat to this sweeper. Any one of them would be able to kill him easily!
Should he escape? There was no way he could outrun the sweepers. Last time, he only escaped thanks to stupid luck. There was no way he would be that lucky anymore, and he did not even have the energy needed to run!
Was he supposed to wait here to die?!
Death is not always scary. However, waiting for death to come while completely unable to fight back was truly unbearable!
Cloudhawk had no plans, no ideas to deal with the situation before him. With each step the sweeper took, death drew closer and closer to him.
The sweepers were also quite confused. They don't hear any sound at all. Is there really something hidden here? No matter what, they should at least search the area!
The sweepers are getting closer. Five meters. Four meters. Three meters…
Cloudhawk's heart froze in fear. He did not even dare to breathe; all he could do was pray in panic. Don't come here. Please, no matter what happens, don't come here!
But this kind of prayer is useless. The sweepers continued their steps.
Cloudhawk tightly gripped his metal shards, his entire body tensed. If he was going to die no matter what, he would!
Sweepers have very hard skin, don't they? Then he'll stab their eyes!
In two more steps, the sweeper will be in a position to see Cloudhawk. Cloudhawk was already preparing to attack, but right at this moment, a clear shot rang out from one of the tunnels. The sound of gunfire was very thunderous, considering how quiet this place was.
That's the fat guy!
That very cunning man. He had used scavengers as bait to help his group attract the attention of the sweepers. After the scavengers all died, they followed the trail to find the sweeper camp, then launched a surprise attack!
Damn her! Damn her! That traitorous bastard! Because of him, dozens of scavengers were killed horribly. Because of him, Cloudhawk himself almost died.
Right now, however, Cloudhawk should thank him!
Two shots were heard nearby as the fat man led his troops into the sweeper camp. How could the sweepers ignore them? They all immediately raised their weapons and started moving towards the attackers. As for the sweeper who was just about to discover Cloudhawk, they also joined their comrades in fighting this new invader.
Every single one of the dozens of sweepers had left, and the sound of an extraordinarily fierce battle could be heard from the other tunnels!
Will fat white men, muscular black men, and their seven or eight mercenaries be able to defeat so many dangerous sweepers? Cloudhawk gasped for breath as he left his hiding place, slightly dizzy from the lack of oxygen from holding his breath for so long. Right now, there was only one thought in his mind – run!
Just as Cloudhawk was about to act on this thought, he suddenly hesitated.
The jewels! The jewel looks amazing. The sweepers all went to fight the mercenaries. Why didn't he risk stealing gems from them?
When most people escape death, they will escape without hesitation and without looking back. The path of Cloudhawk's mind was undoubtedly very unusual. However, he was born into a humble and miserable life; he did not want to let go of any chance or thing that could change his fate. He already had a faint feeling that this gem had certain unexplainable properties!
He'll take that chance!
Cloudhawk stormed into the sweeper camp, stepping over the shattered corpses strewn across the ground. There was no glowing moss on the walls here; the walls had been completely covered with all sorts of strange paintings.
One of the paintings was a large group of vile and monstrous looking mutants surrounding an equally terrifying creature. Could it be that this tree-like mutant was a member of this large group?
As for the creature itself, it was extremely large. It was wearing a strange leather shirt and looked almost like a general. He leads and commands mutants in a war against their enemies. Their enemies were ordinary humans carrying firearms, and ordinary humans were commanded by tall and majestic creatures.
On one side was a creature that looked vile and monstrous like a demon. On the other side was a glistening and dazzling figure that looked like a god.
On one side were monstrous and disgusting mutants. On the other hand, it is ordinary people!
This is clearly a battle between darkness and light, the final battle between evil and good.
There were too many paintings, and Cloudhawk was not looking to see them all. He frantically charged towards the pulpit. He would take the jewel, then run away. He doesn't care about anything else!
At least, that's the plan. Just as Cloudhawk was about to ascend to the pulpit, he once again sensed the imminent great danger. He immediately stopped, suddenly, and as he did so, a javelin shot towards him at high speed.
Holy hooch!
It just barely missed him, flying past his nose. If not for the fact that Cloudhawk suddenly stopped, he would probably have been stabbed by this javelin!
Even though he had managed to avoid the specter of death, he still felt a sense of terror. He did not expect, nor did he realize, that not all the sweepers had left this place. This time, there really was nowhere for him to hide!
