Apocalypse Arrival - chapter 205

On Ludao Island, the fight between the two major forces led by Fu Jianjun and Cai Jiaquan lasted only one night and ended unexpectedly and briefly.

On that night when the entire sky was reddened by artillery fire, the ability holders who had been living in  Ludao Island experienced their first experience of being crushed by the strength of the high-ranking ability holders on the battlefield.

The fighters on both sides fought against each other overnight, killing each other.

The slightly translucent sky light reflected the outline of the building, and several black figures stood on the top of it.

A young man held out his slender white arms condescendingly.

Since that time, the name “Yellow Sand Emperor” of Heart of Winter Mercenary Corps had spread among Ludao’s residents.

In the dust of the sky, the earth cracked, and huge walls of soil thorns and sand rose from the ground. Neither tanks nor heavily armed soldiers could gain a foothold in the power that shook the ground.

The faint fireballs sent by some ability holders, and the fine ice icicles, were instantly annihilated in this powerful dust storm.

A large weapon frame composed of dozens of gun barrels of different lengths was mounted on the roof, the muzzle was shining, stray bullets flew, and every time the person fired, it was tracked down to a large number of enemies.

Thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and the appearance of Thunder God Meng Rongxuan became the last straw that completely destroyed the fighting spirit of the Cai family.

With the assistance of the powerful Heart of Winter and the joining of the No. 1 strongman in Ludao, the balance of war quickly fell toward Fu Jianjun.

At dawn, Cai Jiaquan was officially defeated, and the battle that lasted all night was finally over.

“What’s the matter? How did those people in Heart of Winter come back?! He Wenxing had collected so many crystal cores from me, was he eating sh*t?” Cai Jiaquan, who retreated in panic under the protection of elite guards, was anxious.

Cai Dehai’s face was dark, “Why would Meng Rongxuan be with them? Where is Qiangzi? Where are the kidnapped old, weak, sick and disabled?”

“Are you looking for him? Let me send him to you.”

With a bang, Qiangzi, who was barely breathing, was thrown in front of Cai Jiaquan and his son.

“Who?!”

“Be careful, protect the sir!”

The ability holders and guards around Cai Jiaquan raised their weapons, nervously guarding, looking around for the shadow of the enemy.

A black shadow ran straight down from the vertical wall of the building along the roadside, cutting into the guard phalanx, and the red blade left an elusive afterimage in the night.

By the time Cai Jiaquan reacted, the young woman had already stood in front of him, with a cold blood-red long blade on his neck.

Cai Jiaquan’s facial muscles trembled uncontrollably. He did not expect that he would fall into the hands of such a young woman.

“I heard that you were going to arrest my man. What benefit did Shennai promise you?” Chu Qianxun’s voice had no emotion.

Cai Jiaquan closed his eyes. He had been in a high position for many years, and he had never suffered such humiliation, but he had to compromise with the knife on his neck.

He said, “In addition to crystal cores, they also promised to provide us with a special medicine that could save lives.”

“Do you have that thing in your hand?” Chu Qianxun lowered her face.

“Not yet, they only demonstrated a few samples. You may not know that the effect of this holy blood is really amazing, and it can save lives in danger. I heard that Shennai has mastered the method for mass production,” Cai Jiaquan began to try to convince Chu Qianxun.

“The environment with the demons is terrible, and there are many strong people, which is not comparable to Ludao. They seem to be sure to get Ye Peitian. Even if we don’t take action, they will send others. Little girl, I advise you not to hang on a tree which risks death, think about the apocalypse, if you and I cooperate to give this man to them, you can get…”

Before he finished speaking, the blood-red long blade pierced his neck, stopping his words forever.

***

Standing on a high ground in ruins, Fu Jianjun looked at the city baptized by gunfire at his feet.

The island that was in chaos all night finally recovered its tranquility.

Behind Fu Jianjun stood his subordinates and everyone was in a high mood, discussing the victory excitedly.

Until the team of the Heart of Winter came, the soldiers on the battlefield were in awe and kept quiet.