The Godsfall Chronicles Chapter 10: Night of Death
Cloudhawk is not sleeping peacefully.
He dreamed of the underground passage of **** again.
Human stumps and broken arms were all around, and blood drip-drenched bodies were squirming. The tragic deaths of Scavenger stood up one by one, some of them were eroded by acid, some were broken by stone hammers, and some were chopped. Falling half of his body, the life-demanding ghost slowly gathered.
No!
No!
Cloudhawk ran wildly but like stepping on glue, the thick plasma seemed to stick him.
At this time, a Scavenger holding a dagger came in a very strange posture. His right leg was broken, his neck had a terrible wound, his head was half hung on his neck, and his eyes were full of vicious and vicious: "Why don't you save me!"
This voice is as harsh as hell, Scavenger lifts the sword and is about to cut it.
The moment Cloudhawk dodged sideways in a panic.
Suddenly a gun shot from more than one place penetrated the chest!
This time the assailant was a Meta-human who didn't seem to be too big. His eye sockets were pierced and half of his eyes hung on his face, showing a terrifying smile.
Cloudhawk fell to the ground and couldn't move. The spring water kept pouring blood, and the blood flowed out and the method also took away strength.
Scavenger and Sweeper have disappeared.
At this time, a fat white man and a strong black man came with mercenary talking and laughing, but they didn't seem to see the dying young man on the ground.
Cloudhawk stretched out make a move and shouted: "Help me!"
The two eyes are full of disdain: "Trash!"
mercenary spit, as if walking on the road and stepping on a pile of shit, they all walked away cursingly.
Cloudhawk was unable to lie on his back and his eyes gradually hollowed out. He could clearly feel that his body was getting colder and colder. He was eager to grasp something, but his will was still constant falling. This feeling made people feel terrified and desperate.
His body is completely cold.
His body began to rot and stench
His body was occupied by countless maggots.
His body becomes a feast for mice.
Cloudhawk has not completely disappeared until it becomes a dead bone. It is wrapped in endless despair and sorrow, and is falling into the eternal and endless darkness, deeper and deeper, forever.
Crack!
Crack!
Cloudhawk felt a sound in the chaos and blur, as if ice water poured on his body, and was awakened from a terrible dream in an instant.
A cold sweat!
The kind of lowly death of humble, the kind of despair that eternally fell into the darkness, the kind of sorrow that could not be struggling, made him feel lingering...What a terrible dream!
Before Liming (dawn), the thick darkness seemed to be condensed into blocks, and the entire camp was tightly sealed. There was a breathless sense of suffocation under this depression.
Crack!
It sounded again.
This slight, inaudible sound is like a needle sticking to a nerve. Cloudhawk was just awakened by this sound. At this moment, there is another kind of hair on the whole body suddenly standing upside down.
It's a sense of crisis shrouded in feeling!
There was something stuck in the slit of the cabin door, and the icy luster of metal shimmered in the dark-it was a thin blade!
The blade slipped silently along the crack of the door and got stuck on the wooden peg of the door. It paused for a second or two, then pushed the peg away a little bit.
mercenary? impossible!
At this time, this place, why use this method to open the door?
Cloudhawk felt that his heart thumped and jumped up, holding the dagger beside the bed. When he woke up from the nightmare, his hands were covered in cold sweat. He hid the dagger under him, and his body curled up slightly
Take a deep breath, stay relaxed, your muscles are still tight, and let yourself be in a state of being able to move at any time.
The late-night visitor was proficient in his movements, and the small blade easily pushed open the cork without making too much noise during the whole process. The door was pushed open a little bit, but didn't walk in immediately.
This is an experienced hunter!
At this moment, I must be observing the situation inside!
Cloudhawk couldn't show any flaws, so I lay motionless on the bed, keeping my breathing evenly, as if not awake.
After four or five seconds of silence.
A long knife reached into the door and opened the wooden door.
The moonlight outside came in, the body of the late-night visitor was tall, full head's hair was messy, the left hand nail was clamped, and the right hand was holding a long machete. The blade seemed to be covered with large dark red patches. It exudes a faint smell of blood, and the sharply polished blade reflects the cold light, filled with the breath of death and danger.
Come and kill me!
The Cloudhawk brain is a mess, fear, fear, anger, more confusion and confusion, damn, who is this? I obviously live in the camp on the first day, who would choose to attack me at this time?
Cloudhawk has keen intuition and has realized the danger of late-night visitors. It is difficult to win if he wants to fight hard. He has to seize the fleeting opportunity.
Five meters, four meters, three meters...
The visitor's feet in the middle of the night are like cats without any sound, and the right arm is raised calmly. The blade cuts a cold light in the dark, and the whole process does not emit even a little murderous aura, as if there is no one under the blade. It's a puppet.
Bah!
Cloudhawk rolled over in an instant, so that the blade could be wiped away, and the knife was heavily embedded in the bedboard, and the head would be chopped off if it slowed for another half a second!
With your feet against the wall, strength broke out!
Cloudhawk jumped up like a spring and counterattacked. The late-night visitor did not even hesitate for half a second, and very decisively gave up his long knife. Cloudhawk was ready to go with a sword and was avoided by the opponent with extraordinary flexibility. While making an evasive action, the blade flashed between the left fingers.
Quick!
Too fast!
This is a very experienced hunter and killer.
Regardless of speed, strength, skills, reflexes, combat experience, and psychological qualities, none of them are honed over a long period of time. How can a half-cracker who grows up by picking up **** succeed? Cloudhawk knew that it was going to be finished from the beginning of the piercing.
A cold light rushed to the throat.
No fancy moves, no unnecessary moves, fast and hateful, extremely precise, the sharp blade is enough to cut the flesh easily, but it cuts the aorta like noodles.
Cloudhawk suddenly fell into the ice cave!
Although I have faced death many times, it happened in extreme panic situations. I have never been so clear at this moment. I really feel that death comes a little bit but there is nothing I can do.
Finally got rid of the identity of Scavenger, and finally got out of the ruins, not yet able to become stronger, not yet free, and not yet able to control my own destiny. Would it be like in the dream just now, humble and desperately die here?
No!
Can't die!
Not reconciled, I am not reconciled!
Cloudhawk roared like a dying beast, full of wild unwillingness and anger. When the desire to survive broke out, it resonated with something in his arms, and immediately a fiery strength and crazy will poured into the body, as if there was a wave The invisible strength promotes Cloudhawk.
He avoided the blade with an incredible agility, only a little bit of skin was cut, causing a slight blood mark.
The late-night visitor was surprised.
How can the prey change like two people?
But a calm and experienced hunter, whose mind and body are completely separated from each other, the blade does not stop at all, and it seems to be given life in his hand, like turning a butterfly and dancing in a dangerous and beautiful trajectory in the cold night.
No matter how smart the prey is, it will eventually be a weak prey!
After a few trials, he knew the opponent's strength. This level was not in his eyes. The hunter decided to cut his neck directly with a knife. The hunter thought in his heart, his speed was getting faster and faster, when his sharp edge was about to kiss the boy's neck.
Slap!
A clear sound.
The butterfly dance-like blade light all disappeared.
A hand that did not match the shape of the speed strength at all, stretched out like lightning to clasp the hunter's wrist, as if it was clamped by iron tongs, unable to move, there was no way to withdraw it from the thin hand.
"Do you want to kill me?"
The boy's blood filled his pupils, like the eyes of a devil, completely filled with madness, and there was no trace of what is called reason!
Late night visitors began to fear that this is not a weak boy, but a crazy beast!
"You want to kill me!"
The boy changed from an interrogative sentence to an angry narrative exclamation sentence. A very delicate face was already hideous, suddenly exerting force, with a click, squeezing the opponent's wrist with his bare hands.
The screams of the visitors late at night lasted less than half a second.
Cloudhawk smashed the opponent’s wrist while the dagger pierced frantically at several times and dozens of times. sword edge broke through the skin, pierced the muscles and pierced the lungs, as if ice was stuffed into the body, letting the whole body All became cold.
Pull out the thorn in and then out.
Permeating a beating organ
This time it was not only blood, but also hunter vitality and strength. Cloudhawk was splashed with blood all over his face. It was warm and smelly. Instead of feeling nauseated and fearful, it aroused a deeper hostility and a madness. Thoughts flooded my mind like a flood!
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
This short sword of not too good quality was finally planted during the fifth assassination process, unable to withstand the master's violent and strength, and finally broke in the opponent's body with a crisp sound.
The hilt of the sword fell to the ground.
Cloudhawk's hot body seems to have fire burning, and it seems that it has suppressed the volcano for thousands of years but cannot vent~IndoMTL.com~ My mind is full of desire to kill and destroy! He couldn't suppress the feverish impulse in his heart, he was like a roar, he wanted to roar, he wanted to smash everything he saw!
What happened to me?
What's wrong?
Cloudhawk found that he was on the verge of madness. With the last trace of sobriety and reason, he took the stone out of his arms and threw it to one side. When the stone left his body, Cloudhawk quickly became recovery normal.
This stone is really weird!
Cloudhawk can probably feel it. The stone seems to be attached to ancient thoughts or spirits. This is likely to be the former master of gem. It uses some means that Cloudhawk cannot understand and cannot imagine. Spirit or other energies stay in it, precisely because of this gem will have a great impact on Cloudhawk under certain circumstances.
That was the case last night.
It was the same just now.
This ordinary stone recovery to a simple state again, and once again becomes still ordinary without any special place. Cloudhawk picked up the stone and tried several times for some unknown reasons.
Where did it come from.
What exactly is it?
What kind of character left behind that fierce, terrifying and strong will?
This stone is absolutely extraordinary. Maybe it can still play a role at a critical moment. Cloudhawk decided to put it away properly. This matter cannot be known by anyone.
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