Chapter 1511: Morgany Must Always Win!!!
"Ahhhh~"
The wails and screams of those within the mysterious mist quickly pierced through the sky, creating a very ghastly imagination for those around.
Bubup. Bubup.
Abdali felt his heart threaten to jump out his chest the moment he and many ran across a hallway with windows showing the outside. h
[And the Goddess said... Let her fury burn the land...]
This was a scripture passage from their own Bible.
Everyone watched the scene with different emotions burning within them.
What are the odds that these rescuers would know that today, the heavens would unleash their wrath below?...
Could these people be speakers for the heavens?
Were they a group of heavenly entities that descended to save them and his highness Gregory?
It would make sense to think so when recalling not just Landon's strength and speed but also recalling the strange attire and things they had seen these people use.
At this moment, the way they looked at the Baymardians escorting them changed.
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Words alone couldn't describe what they were feeling right now.
Hooray!... They chose to stand on the side approved by the heavens... And that was his majesty, Gregory!
F***!
After today, no one could tell them anything!
They were on cloud 9, already floating high like a motherf**er.
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Ting~
The few who remained stubborn, fighting without end, though their hearts were already greatly wavered.
But no matter how they fought, it would be a lie to say they weren't distracted.
The massive screen of smoke cleared away very slowly, leaving behind a horrendous sight for them to behold.
Blood...
The scene was covered with dark shades of red and brown as the blood from the dead or injured continuously moved with the ground beneath it.
But this wasn't all.
There were large files across the terrain that seemed like the heavenly figures from above had playfully poked their fingers into them as a form of gameplay.
"Moooooh~..."
Injured men moaned and gasped for air pitifully.
Some men lost feeling in their legs, using their blades and hands to crawl out the deep hell holes and craters.
Several people took a few steps back, looking at the apocalyptic scene with horridness.
A person missing their eyes, several without hands, some with massive holes that shot right through their bellies... Who wouldn't take several steps back?
So gruesome.
They gripped their hearts and tried to steady their breathing while calling their comrades for help.
"Please... Help... Help me..."
"Captain, please help me... I'm bleeding."
"No... No! I don't want to die like this. If I die in the hands of the goddess, without a chance of staying alive and training for my sin, it's clear where I will be heading from now."
"It hurts... It hurts... I don't want to die."
Many saw their Zombie-like colleagues and dared not approach.
You just die there in peace. Please, don't drag them into it.
They were afraid that if they left the side of these supporters, they too would get hit by the heavenly poop flying down.
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Cough. Cough. Cough~
Blood gushed out the mouth of one of the T.O.E.Ps, as he quickly dropped to his knees.
He had somehow lost his leg hand, while his right hand was also broken, twisting to an unnatural angle.
But just when he thought he would soon find an exit point out of this mess, another wave of assault made him fly backward.
Grrraaahhh!~
He gritted his bloody teeth after slamming hard to the ground.
Pff!~
A mouth load of blood shot out.
"Motherf**ker! Hahahahhaja~... I can't believe a person like myself can get hit."
"Blue7, is that you?"
Someone called out. And soon, he realized he was stepping on the arm of one of his T.O.E.P comrades.
Half of the man's face was skeletal, with the heat and fire from the attack burning off that part of his skin cleanly.
Goodness!
He thought he had it bad. But this guy now had such a face, and his foot cut off from his ankle.
He also had stab wounds, probably from many in the massive mist blindly running about once they first momentarily lost their sense of sight and hearing.
Looking at his friend, this wasn't what astonished the man the most.
On his friend's throat, an arrow shot right in through the middle at a life-threatening point.
The fact that the guy was still alive, though struggling, was already far miraculous. However, he knew the moment the arrow was removed; he would die.
Every time the attacks went off, stones and all sorts of objects would slash about the scene.
That was probably how the arrow found itself in the man's throat.
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"Hah!~... Would you have believed we would've lost out here in Titarian of all places?"
The dying man chuckled at their luck.
Even with the arrow still embedded in his neck, he felt death hovering closer and closer.
It was just that he was unwilling to die in such a lowly place that wasn't his motherland.
Why? Why did it have to be this way?
"I may be dying, but you must live and pass the word on! Our people must know of the danger Titarian holds... ~Cough. Cough."
"I know."
Clung.
The arrow was taken out, letting a fountain of blood squirt upwards.
And in no time, the dying man's face turned ashen as countless beads of seat formed on his forehead in a blink of an eye.
'It shouldn't have been this way... It shouldn't be this way... Morgany must always win...'
These were the man's last thoughts while watching his life flash before his very eyes.
Dead.
The man's eyes lost their liveliness.
And the other injured T.O.E.P quickly searched the body, took any evidence he could find, and prepared to find an exit.
Amongst the 4 of them here, he had already spotted 2 dead before spotting this last friend of his.
The surviving man gritted his teeth and dragged his body away.
His comrade was right.
It was now up to him to get the word across!