The Godsfall Chronicles

Nobody thought the bear would light home-made explosives to stop the pursuit.

Cloud eagles, mantis, and bloody queens are far enough away to escape even though the explosion caused some danger. The Horn Man and dozens of sweepers were less fortunate, and the explosion caused the collapse of an entire region.

Countless debris pieces continue to submerge like poured water.

They were buried alive instantly.

The Horn Man is stuck in the center of the ruins.

This space is too small and too confined. Even if the Horn Man had a divine power, it would be difficult to escape at this moment. The more he struggled, the smaller the space. Although his body could not be crushed to death, there was fewer and fewer air in it. The Horn Man was a resilient mutant, but he was not strong enough to escape the dependence on oxygen.

Every minute goes by.

The suffocation is gradually coming.

There is a strong dissatisfaction in the heart of the Horn Master, but as breathing gets harder and harder, consciousness gradually becomes blurred, limbs become weaker and weaker, will he die here?

He tranced back many years ago.

He was just a kid.

The Horn Man doesn't know who his parents are, let alone what their parents are.

From memory onwards, he was a highly mutant, and he started wandering in the wilderness.

Unlike the vast majority of highly mutated people, however, he is the owner of mutant human strength and vitality while retaining normal human thinking and intelligence, and he thinks, explores and aspires to have companionship.

This is not in exchange for recognition and inclusion, and wherever you go, you are being driven and hunted.

How many times have you humiliated yourself for survival?

How many life and death struggles.

How many times have you been abrasive?

Mutant children grow up and become stronger, finally walking alone in the wilderness, and he can even assemble a bunch of low-IQ wanderers to form a sweep group to attack wastepickers or diggers.

But no matter how powerful it gets.

No matter how many human-shaped beasts you carry.

The Horn Man had never been heartily happy, he couldn't find someone to communicate with, he felt he was always a lonely stray dog and could only pass countless days and nights licking his wounds silently.

The world, this era, this place, is all hostile to him, he was born in the wilderness, but he can't even tolerate it because he's a mutant!

Finally one day.

The man in the mysterious armor came to his side, although his community was regarded as the source of sin and war, and although most places in the world and the vast majority of people feared them, from the moment he saw him, the Horn Horn Man felt he was a fleeing boat and finally found a shore to dock on.

“I see confusion and rebellion in your eyes. ”

“You are one of the most gifted people I have ever met, so it would be a shame to live day in and day out and do something big with me. ”

“I want to rule this wilderness, and I want to create a wilderness that belongs to people like you and me, a new world that can accommodate people like you and me, that will bring in countless people who are lost in pain and trapped by destiny, which will be our dynasty. ”

The Horn Man is in.

The Horn of the Horn is willing to be his servant, to break out for him, to expand his territory, to do everything for him, their team is growing stronger and bigger, to join more and more people like him, they may have different experiences, but they have the same thing.

Dreams.

It's a dream.

This is a precious thing in the wilderness, perhaps the biggest difference between man and beast, who cares about eating and sleeping and mating, and whose nightmares are instinctively driven to act. The Bullhorn had lived in a beast way for decades, and he had decided to reclaim his dignity as a human being in the future.

The master will succeed.

The master is a different being.

He's going to be a great man, too.

If the Horn Master can contribute a little bit to the realization of his ambitions, he is willing to dedicate his life's strength and energy. If he can see the rise of the dynasty and mutant land standing in the wilderness, even if he dies immediately, there is no regret.

That's disgusting!

The Bullhorn's will is stronger than it can resist suffocation caused by hypoxia.

His brain was getting blurred and his consciousness was getting blurred. If it wasn't for his tenacity, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to hold on, but at this point, all of a sudden, a little light came in.

Wow!

The stones were moved away.

Reach in one hand from the top of your head.

“Is your dick still alive? Get out of here! ”

The young men of both wings dragged the Horns out of the rubble. The Horns did not know how long they had been buried alive. Anyway, the battle at the Black Flag camp had ended, the entire Black Flag camp had become rubble, the vast majority of the camp people had been killed and only a small proportion had fled to the wilderness.

The black robe weirdo sat on the ground, his neck tentacles interwoven, because the vocal cords had not been repaired, and he could not even speak now. Nobody even thought about letting the Bloody Queen escape under these circumstances.

“How could there be other hunters in the Black Flag camp?” The young man on both wings is very confused about the appearance of the cloud eagle: “But this hunter is not strong enough. How could the Divine Domain send such a level of people here? This seems a little illogical! ”

The Black Robe Monster and the Horn Man are equally confused.

Exorcist sticks are the most common form of magic in the divine domain. Ordinary exorcists use them as weapons. The cloud eagle power is obviously not very powerful, but the instantaneous burst power is astonishing, precisely because so many black robe geeks ate such a huge loss.

Anyway.

The Bloody Queen must be killed!

This woman has investigated the identity and location of her master, and if she were to leave the wilderness alive or contact the Divine Realm, I'm afraid this would soon attract a large number of demon hunters. Because of the unknown, the master must not be able to show up easily, but to hunt down just a few people, with enough power for the three mutant leaders.

The Horn Man gasped and said: "Let all our men go, wherever they flee to the wilderness, wherever they hide in the wilderness, even digging three feet to find and kill them! In addition, Big Brother has sent a mission to mercenaries and bounty hunters, and we are going to use all the forces in the wilderness to hunt them down! ”

The order spread quickly.

The sweepers left the camp and spread to the wilderness.

…………

Night falls.

The cloudhawk, the mantis, the bloody queen, the three of them drilled out of the hole very wolfly.

This is only a few kilometres away from the Black Flag camp, so it is definitely not a safe place, and the three of them dare not stay for a little while and immediately head towards the infinite wilderness.

The cloudhawk is completely powerless.

The Bloody Queen is also struggling with leg injuries.

The three men found a temporary resting place in a basin.

No water, no food, no medicine, nothing, the cloud hawk and the bloody queen are hurt pretty badly, so I'm afraid they won't have to wait until the chasers arrive, and they won't be able to hold on to themselves.

Mantis went looking for water and food.

Eagle, Bloody Queen, sit on the ground and rest.

In the desert at night, it was cold and cold, and neither of them dared to light a fire.

In this era, beasts were no longer afraid of fire. Instead of destroying beasts, fires in the wilderness would attract all kinds of mutant beasts, not to mention the fact that the fire was too eye-catching in the wilderness. They may now be hunting their sweepers everywhere, exposing their position is no different from suicide.

The cloud hawk checked his wound, although the wound was not minor, but not too severe. With the resilience of the cloud hawk, it is estimated that in a few days it will improve for the most part. He took a look at the bloody queen sitting next to him and wronged himself, "It's all because you don't have the strength! A man runs into the wilderness to kill a demon! Now that we've seen the demon, a few soldiers beat you half to death! ”

The Bloody Queen opened her eyes full of shame: "I've been investigating all year, only recently to discover his whereabouts, but they reacted so quickly that I couldn't get help from the Divine Domain. ”

“You're arguing for yourself? Because you, the cunning fox, the mad dog, the bear, the others, are all dead!” The eagle asked angrily, "Don't you really feel a little guilty? Why don't we live in the wilderness? Why do you think we're higher than me? Why are we born victims? ”

Cloudhawk is really pissed off.

Nearly 10,000 people throughout the camp died tragically, cunning foxes, mad dogs, Wu La, and others were not spared. Although the culprits were demons, the Queen's recklessness also bore a great responsibility!

The queen opened her mouth to say something, but found herself unable to refute it and breathed out blood in a hurry.

I'm afraid the Bloody Queen suffered internal injuries.

Cloudhawk looked at her like this, and her anger could not rise: “Never mind, this matter will be settled slowly later. Now we have the same goal, we must not spare the mastermind behind the scenes. I'll take the bullet out for you, or you'll be in danger. ”

The Bloody Queen was still a setback and could no longer remain arrogant. She nodded even without the strength to rebut the falcon.

The cloud hawk took off the bloody queen's coat. Although it was shot in the queen's shoulder, the inner armor defense was good, so it played a great cushioning role, plus the bloody queen herself was in strong shape, the bullet just barely shot into the body, didn't do too much damage to the bone, and didn't affect the flexibility of the arm much.

As for the leg injury, the bullet passed through the flesh and did not hit the bone. Although the wound was not small, the queen had strong physical control and she had tightened the surrounding muscles, thereby controlling vasoconstriction, so no major bleeding had occurred, otherwise the queen would be in danger now.

The cloud hawk took out the shoulder bullet with a dagger gang of queens and sewed the wound together with the needle thread she was carrying. The bloody queen did not even wrinkle her eyebrows throughout the process, as if she had no pain at all.

Two gunshot wounds are not serious.

The real trouble is the internal injuries.

There's really no way for a cloud hawk to do that.

The Bloody Queen hesitated for a few minutes to finally ask, "How could you activate the power of the exorcism? ”

“I don't know!” The eagle whispered in disdain: “Why? It's hard! Can't we wildlings use the artifact only if you and your people use it? ”

The boy now has a lot of resistance to God and the Gods.

The Bloody Queen did not argue, and she took a few slow breaths of cold air with her eyes closed: "You can activate the artifact, which means it has the potential of a hunter. By itself, you are blessed by God, so unlike the wildlings, if you survive, you may be accepted into the divine domain.”

Is that so?

Accepted by the Divine Domain?

So can we get out of the wilderness?

This is the dream the cloudhawk has always dreamed of, it's just that he remembers the dead cunning mad dogs, and he feels a heavy responsibility again, at least find the mastermind behind the scenes to kill them!

This is when footsteps come around.

There are many shadows shaking in the night, each with a weapon in his hand.

The cloud hawk's face changed: “No! Somebody's coming, let's hide! ”