The Godsfall Chronicles

The eagle's ears roared low, which made his heart sink again, only to see a sweeper standing below him, his face full of nauseous sarcoma, agglomerating with anger, a mouthful of black pointy teeth, waiting for him violently.

There's still a sweeper here!

This sweeper is very small and much like a cloud hawk. Most sweepers go against mercenaries, and the smallest one stays behind.

The sweeper picked up another throw and was ready to throw.

Though young, he threw a gun fast and fast enough to penetrate the human body.

The eagle suddenly jumped off the steps and threw a gun at him for a moment. The sharp iron pieces on his right hand stabbed him hard, but the sweeper's body was very tough. The iron pieces broke the eagle's palm, but did not stab into the sweeper's body.

The young sweeper, although inexperienced, was much stronger than a cloud eagle, his legs slipped, the eagle kicked up and fell a meter away, his mouth and nose were full of blood, his eyes fainted, and he threw iron chips out indiscriminately.

Pfft!

This sharp piece of iron struck the body of a young sweeper, but there was still no way to inflict any harm. The sweeper stood up and the sharp rifle stabbed a human being on the ground.

Sensing the danger as sharp as a cloud hawk beast, he turned around almost instantly, stabbed the ground with a long gun and broke directly from the middle.

Though a young sweeper, strength is not lost to adults.

The sweeper shouted and, unexpectedly, the waste-picker was so flexible, he threw away half a piece of wood and grabbed a knife from the back wall.

The eagle picked up the half-cutter gun, and when the sweeper turned around for a moment, almost all his strength was exhausted and he jumped up and stabbed the tip of the longgun directly into the sweeper's head with his hands.

This blow exhausts only the power of the cloudhawk!

Pfft!

The tip of the gun penetrated the sweeper's left eye and penetrated several inches deep, spraying black blood and thick matter from the inside.

The sweeper screamed in agony and madness, waving a long knife in a hysterical manner, and as the eagle hid, his shoulder was struck with a knife and a piece of meat was instantly cut off.

Ouch!

The eagle retreated to the stairs.

Little sweepers struggled wildly for a few moments and eventually fell to the ground, revealing their painful and confused eyes.

The cloud eagle's weak mouth gasped, and he looked at the body of the little sweeper, silent for seconds. If nothing has changed, this sweeper should be about his age. He is intelligent, even has family, parents, brothers...

The cloudhawk revealed a bitter smile, dragged his weak body, slowly walked up the steps, stretched out his bloodstained right hand and grabbed the suspended gem.

Buzz!

The whole space shook a few times.

That high staircase of dust, whether cloud hawks or strange gems, all disappeared as if it had been completely evaporated in this world!

The moment the gem is in the palm of your hand, it emits an extremely dazzling light from your finger seams, as if holding the stone in your hand is not a rock but a small sun. Almost simultaneously, there is a strange ability to spread from the palm of the hand to the human remains of the limbs, as if infiltrating every cell.

That very strong energy field surrounds the area, causing severe distortions in space.

Never before has a cloud hawk seen such a horrible scene, the whole field of view can see things, all of them drastically distorted, like a club stirring a vortex in the water, invisible energy tearing wildly apart one cell of the body into thousands of particles.

The cloud hawk felt the whole world disappear.

He falls into a strange world, with no light, no darkness, no matter, no power, lots of fluctuating lines, some linear, some closed loops, and every fluctuation and bounce makes a strange sound like a string.

Hundreds of millions of trillions of strings make up everything in the world, including cloud eagles. The cloudhawk still kept his mind and looked at it with horror, not sure if he was still alive.

Countless strings begin to regroup, forming all sorts of confusing lights, which in turn form distorted images. In the cloud hawk's weightlessness, suddenly he felt a force pulling him down.

Boom!

The eagle fell on a sturdy, rough stone.

The cloud eagle held the stone and wanted to vomit, but there was nothing in his stomach, his brain was like a slurry, his ears were buzzing straight, his vision was blurred, his senses were confused, he could not distinguish between reality and illusion, and that feeling of distress had never been experienced.

When the situation stabilized, the first feeling was hot, weird, wasn't I at night? Why is there dazzling sunshine around?

It's so hot. Where are we?

The cloud eagle's nose smells like sulfur, and as the field of vision becomes clearer, the cloud eagle's expression becomes more and more shocking, because the scene now appearing in front of it, I'm afraid, is completely beyond imagination.

This is a black rocky earth filled with countless cracks. The entire world is like a piece of glass that has been severely chopped but not broken by one foot. The cracks are empty, and the bottom is not visible. From inside you can almost see the fire, as if a ground fire would erupt at any time.

Far ahead is an egg-shaped mountain, standing in a light gauze of grey haze, which appears to have artificially carved traces of tens of thousands of dense numbness, like chess cloth, neat and spectacular.

Where the hell is this?

I'm not dreaming, am I?

The eagle felt the air was too hot to breathe, and as she looked up into the sky, her pupils shrunk and her eyes almost glared out.

The sky has two brilliant luminaires, one large and one small and two suns, hanging on top of the sky at the same time, emitting intense light and roasting this desolate scorched earth. In addition, a huge red gaseous star occupies almost half of the sky, the storm cyclone forms two macula, and the earthy yellow halo tilts around, so spectacular!

How can a tiny heart withstand so many incredible changes?

“Ah!”

The cloud hawk feels blood all backward, its throat screams on its own initiative, and the gem shines brightly in its hand, and that strange energy distorts the space once again. The cloudhawk could no longer stand the brilliance of the crossing process and lost consciousness in a coma on the spot.

The spatial shock disappeared and the boy left.

The heavens and the earth are still silent, as if no creature had appeared since ancient times.

…………

Cunning foxes, mad dogs have gone through a bloody battle, with more or less wounds, but mutants have been knocked out of the net, almost all of them eliminated.

“You deserve to be a high-ranking power evolutionist, this melee power is really very powerful, hahaha...” Fatty light a cigarette to the mad dog, “these are very rare intelligent mutants, they also have stable reproduction ability, each one can sell a good price, this opening is enough for us to eat for more than half a year! ”

The mad dog took a cigarette and took a sip, and he was very satisfied with the outcome: “How long can you waste when you've got money on a woman? I'm warning you, don't take my share! ”

“You guys don't know how to talk! ”

This time, the fat man releases a lot of broiler chicken, letting the two of them lock into the mutant's nest, otherwise in such an intricate environment, I'm afraid it's not easy to find this place. After all, these mutants are a little brainy.

“Boss!” A mercenary screamed ahead: "There's a live broiler! ”

Live broiler? Impossible!

A skinny teenager lying on the ground, pale as paper, with no blood, has passed out completely.

“Oops, the little one really survived! ”

“Boss, you want to take him back? ”

“Shit, take it back and feed it.” The rookie obviously doesn't know how to behave cunningly, so he doesn't treat the wastepicker as one of his kind, let alone expect to keep his word, but he is very bored to say, "This guy has been running here for half a day, he doesn't even have any wounds, this kind of luck is a bit too good! ”

“Look at the chest position.” A fine light flashed in the eyes of a mad dog: "From the blood stain distribution, there should have been a wound here, and it was not shallow. ”

Fatty was uncertain: “You mean...”

“Try it and you'll see. ”

Crazy dog pulled out the knife between his waist, the sharp flash flashed fast, can't see clearly, the snow blade has returned to the sheath, the boy's arm showed a blood mark, the rainbow blood flowed out of it. After about ten seconds or so, the bleeding stops gradually and the scabs are slowly but at visible speeds to the naked eye.

“Shit, look away, an evolutionist! ”

Fatty's face changed dramatically, but the mad dog frowned. From the current situation, this kid is probably a first-order evolutionist. It's just the ability of first-order evolutionists to recover. He can't recover the wound on his chest. What's wrong with that?

“Take him back, rookie! ”

Although there are no detailed tests and specific evolutionary directions are not known, in terms of recovery speed, there is at least a first-order recovery, as long as there is one ability to be evolutionary, and as long as it is evolutionary, there is a nurturing value.

The fate of the boy has changed during the coma!

The cloudhawk had a long dream, the contents of which were very similar to murals, a group of ugly and evil but very powerful creatures, leading tens of thousands of mutants to attack humans, they were brutal and crazy, humans faced with the defeat of this group of biological festivals, almost extinct.

But at this very moment, that glorious and sacred creature appeared, and they gave mankind countless magical weapons, eventually joining hands with mankind to win the battle.

The dreams were intermittent, the details were unclear, but there was a strange feeling that the dreams were very real, as if he was involved.