Chapter 313 The Disappearing Legs
It was tough to put into words how it felt to see people who used to be tight now squaring off against each other. Some folks were just plain confused by how much they'd changed or how different their old buddies seemed.
Maybe when things were chill, human relationships were pretty much the same, but in the apocalypse, everything got real clear, real fast.
Whether it was over a Magic Crystal, a piece of equipment, or even a half-looted supermarket, these survivors would engage in ruthless combat without hesitation, prepared to kill without a moment's thought. But right now, everyone seemed a bit lost, not really sure what they were fighting for or what they hoped to get out of it.
The Honor Legion had a big mental edge at first. They'd pulled together a lot of the top dogs in Accraville City, plus they had their own backup forces, so they seemed to have the upper hand in every way.
But when they saw that the other side had the Star Beauty Company and the Mercy Vanguard warband, their confidence took a nosedive.
The combined power of those two groups was seriously intimidating.
They couldn't wrap their heads around why the top two forces would team up with the previously unknown Cloud Peak Manor.
They thought Chester was dead. If that proud guy was still kicking, he wouldn't let anyone else call the shots for his crew.
Not only were the opposing factions mystified, but even the neutral observers were utterly bewildered.
Things had gotten way too complicated, and on top of that, how had they ended up being left out by both sides?
Then, all those mixed-up feelings got drowned out by a massive explosion.
Everyone felt an intense tremor in the ground, surpassing even the upheaval experienced when the Accurately Exchange roulette wheel had previously appeared.
A lot of people couldn't keep their balance and started stumbling around. It wasn't exactly orderly before, but at least the two human camps had some kind of structure. Now, it was pure chaos.
Luckily, the intense shaking only lasted a moment. As the blinding white light faded, everyone's eyes turned to the explosion site.
It was a total mess of blood and guts.
Patrick felt a bit empty, both on his face and body. He felt a warm, sticky sensation, something familiar, but his dazed mind made him slow to react, always on the brink of remembering but then forgetting.
Then, his numbed senses gradually came back. His vision was blurry, and his ears were ringing, but at least his mind was catching up with his thoughts.
Patrick observed an open expanse before him. The nearest zombie was now more than eighty feet away, as opposed to the mere sixteen feet it had been prior.
On the ground were the broken bodies of zombies. Patrick wondered what kind of bomb could cause such damage. It was like the sharpest blade, directly cutting the zombies into countless pieces.
In Patrick's eyes, there was a kind of neat and perverse beauty.
He turned his head, looking for William, who had thrown the bomb. William dared to bomb him; he wouldn't let William off today.
Patrick saw William, who was dispersing a semi-transparent shield in front of him. William was standing at least sixty feet from the explosion center.
Patrick surmised that William had been frightened by his own bomb. What a fool.
Patrick heard some noise behind him, but his ears were still ringing. He could tell some people were shouting, probably just as pissed as he was, wanting to rip William apart.
He turned around and saw Connor and Bradley. They looked freaked out. Why did they have that expression?
Patrick thought, "Why do they look like they've seen a ghost? Am I bleeding? Covered in blood? That’s nothing new. When am I not like that in The Land of Death? These two are getting soft."
He moved his arms, feeling pretty good. It seemed like he was fine, but the bomb must've flown past him, causing a lot of damage behind him.
Patrick tried to push himself up, but after two tries, something felt off. On the third try, he froze.
He stared blankly at the ground, where a zombie's throat bone was neatly cut.
Then he slowly looked down at his waist.
Patrick's scream echoed across the battlefield, so shrill that many frowned. It was the wail of a three-star Evolving person.
His legs were still there!
But they had been cut into neat pieces, just like the zombie's throat bone in front of him!
When he tried to stand, his waist moved forward, leaving his legs behind.
Patrick finally got why Connor and Bradley looked at him like that. If it had happened to someone else, he would've had the same reaction. But it happened to him.
He wanted to speak, but found himself at a loss for words. Warm tears welled up in his eyes. He tried to hold them back but couldn’t.
Patrick thought, 'I've become disabled!'
Patrick let out a hoarse scream and fainted.
"William!" Connor roared at William, his body bending with the effort. It was the first time he had lost his cool in front of a peer, the first time he felt so powerless.
It seemed that no matter what he did, William had a way to counter it. This feeling was suffocating.
His chest ached, and Connor spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying. Bradley immediately supported him.
Connor wasn’t about to collapse from anger. For a four-star Evolving person, such injuries would heal in an instant. But psychologically, Connor was deeply wounded.
Connor didn’t even know what kind of bomb it was!
"Drop the equipment, carry Patrick, and let’s go!"
Connor lowered his gaze and gave the order.
"Captain King, let’s fight him!"
"Captain King, we can’t let him get away with this!"
"Captain King, let’s kill him!"
The Honor Legion warriors were furious. They saw dozens of their peers cut into pieces, saw Patrick’s legs cut into pieces and saw Connor spitting blood and swaying!
Their adrenaline surged, and with red eyes, they were ready to risk everything.
"Shut up!" Connor bit his lip and squeezed out the words. He possessed greater clarity of mind than his subordinates. Today, the Honor Legion faced complete defeat.
"Except for your underwear, you won’t take anything with you today." After saying that, William held another black and ugly mysterious bomb, announcing his latest decision.
This bomb had a thunderous name in the previous life, the Magic Crystal weapon!
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