Chapter 1498
The Abandoned
Chapter 1498 The Abandoned
The view outside the window was a dark red.
The door at the end of the corridor was slowly pushed open, making a creaking sound that made your teeth ache.
Four fingers suddenly pressed against the door frame, and a shadow peered in through the narrow doorway, lying diagonally on the floor like a menacing ghost.
"I've found you..."
The trading market has become a cage for predators.
The tin roof was torn to shreds by the beast's soul, broken wood was stuck with bone fragments and rags, and alloy railings were twisted and curled like straw, carelessly thrown into the blood.
A pungent, fishy smell mixed with burnt bits assaulted the nostrils. The ground was covered in bloody mud, hair, bits of flesh, and other indescribable substances, making a sticky sound with every step.
The bloodthirsty Silvermoon people are no longer just simple thugs, but have transformed into ferocious beasts, enjoying the thrill of toying with life and death and controlling the fate of others.
The half-beast body had long since lost control, its bulging muscles and sharp claws gleaming coldly.
Each chase and claw strike was deliberately playful; its crimson beastly eyes searched for the fleeing figures, slowly pursuing, chasing, and toying with them like a cat playing with a mouse…
They watched the other struggle and hunch over with an air of superiority, then approached step by step. Sometimes they deliberately let them go, just to repeatedly crush that last bit of hope for survival and prolong the rare and amusing game.
Watching those people scramble and stumble around in a comical manner, I felt a surge of satisfaction that I couldn't put into words.
Once we've had our fill of playing with them, we'll casually strike and give these pitiful creatures who keep wailing a quick death.
In your next life, you'd better be careful about who you're reincarnated into.
The torture and abuse were endless, but those in the trading market also gained a moment of respite because of this cruel game.
Galben was a vicious dealer.
He went to the Loess Plateau to arrest people, imprison them, discipline them, exploit them, and sell them.
In his eyes, these people were all property.
His presence there was solely to protect Adrian's interests and fulfill his duties; it had nothing to do with pity.
But at this moment, this villain, whom everyone hated, stood in front of all those who were injured and unable to move.
Short, stubby fingers gripped a bloodstained, broken steel bar tightly, planted on the ground. Veins bulged on his arms, and the barely visible beast spirit he had summoned still stood firmly between the humans and the Silver Moon people.
His body was almost entirely covered in wounds, his soft armor was tattered, and he was covered in blood, yet he did not retreat an inch.
The humans behind him were filled with mixed emotions as they looked up at this once brutal and savage villain who now seemed incredibly tall and imposing.
"Why bother?" The Silvermoon person opposite him seemed much more relaxed, a mixture of curiosity and provocation. "Is it worth sacrificing yourself for these things?"
Another Silvermoon person crossed his arms: "You could have easily escaped, but you insisted on staying to protect these useless trash. With your abilities, it would be a waste for you to die here. We value talent, so if you leave now, we'll pretend we didn't see anything."
“Exactly,” the third Silvermoon man raised his chin, “Do you see them thanking you? We’re all orcs, we’re not targeting you, you should just leave.”
"Stop talking nonsense!!"
Garr growled, his voice hoarse like worn-out tin: "You think you can let me go? Are all those dead Gray Stone Men outside, dead all of them, suicides?"
"That's just because they think I'm difficult, and they're just trying to coax me. Trying to fool me? When it comes to evil, I'm the ancestor of you Silver Moon brats! Bah!"
Garr spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground, his face covered in blood, but his expression was extremely contemptuous.
Several beast souls struck down simultaneously, the shockwaves tearing through the air.
Gar gritted his teeth, activated his beast soul, and formed a shield.
"Run!" he growled without turning his head.
However, his beast soul was already thin, and its strength became even weaker after the area increased.
In the blink of an eye, it was shattered by the opponent's beast soul.
Before the people behind him could take two steps, they saw Gal fly backward and catch him in their arms. They were all knocked into a corner, their injuries aggravated, and they were unable to move.
A deep, bone-revealing gash ran down his chest, and a beast soul pierced his waist, blood gushing out. Garr spat out a mouthful of blood, gripped the steel bar that had snapped again, and stared intently at the approaching figure, cursing, "You can't understand human language! You all deserve it!"
"That's a good self-evaluation, I like it."
The Silver Moon Man grinned maliciously, raising his sharp claws. His beastly soul coalesced, ready to crush this long-delayed group of defeated soldiers into a bloody pulp.
People clung tightly to Gar in front of them, their pupils reflecting the figures of the Silver Moon people, their tears filled with unyielding hatred.
Garr's crimson eyes were fixed on the people in front of him, hoping they would get closer, just a little closer, so he could plunge the steel bar into someone's chest again...
Just as despair descended, a beam of white light pierced the sky.
With a flick of the Star Spear, the beast soul that was about to touch Gal's face was pulled back.
Caught off guard, the Silvermoon was struck squarely by the energy it had released. A burst of red light erupted, and bits of flesh splattered onto the transparent protective shield, sliding off in a flurry.
“I still have to be here.” Apollo smugly withdrew his hand from the hand seal. “Otherwise, it would be utterly disgusting.”
Two mechs, one white and one black, landed, easily averting a life-or-death crisis.
"Bingru, save him."
“It’s you…” Garr didn’t expect to see Lan Bingru at this time.
"It's me." Lan Bingru glanced at him and immediately knelt down, pressing on Jiaer's wound. "Hold on."
A soft, light blue light emanated from his palm, and Gar instantly felt he could breathe again.
He looked up at the two mechs ahead, completely different from the Beast Soul Mech: "They..."
"Garr, oh Gar, you have suffered so much," Apollo lamented.
I barely survived Hermann's clutches, and now I almost died here.
On another note, are Garr and the Silvermoon people incompatible?
Although the voice was slightly different, Garr immediately recognized the tone of voice.
“Antonio?” He turned to the white mecha. “Then you’re Lin Fan?”
Xingchen nodded: "Are you the only ones left?"
Despite the results of the bio-scan, Lin Fan still asked one more question.
Of all the people who used to live here, only a few remain...
“It’s all here.” Gal grinned, and another mouthful of blood slid out.
He threw away the steel bar in his hand, and with trembling, numb hands, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket.
"What time is it..." Lan Bingru frowned and complained, but didn't finish her sentence. She just increased the intensity of the healing in her hands.
"A cigarette afterward, you know." Garr, relieved to be out of danger, hesitated for a moment before finally putting the cigarette in his mouth, then realized he didn't have a lighter...
The cigarette butt suddenly lit up with a red dot, startling Gar almost causing him to drop it.
"You're welcome." Apollo flicked two fingers, striking a pose.
"..." Garl looked at Apollo, then at the star-sharp spear, and then looked down at the water glistening on his chest. "So, humans can be this powerful?"
“That’s true.” Apollo squatted down directly. “Humans are inherently powerful. They are your orc ancestors. They deliberately…”
Just as he was about to launch into a long speech, the person who was being half-pressed down by Garr as a cushion struggled and cried out.
"Could you please go and help the Loess Plateau?"
"The people there had no power to resist."
Please!
The betrayal on the high platform had not yet cooled, while the blood and fire below had already spread to even more distant places.