Apocalypse Gachapon

Chapter 983: Yangos you are still alive

Hacheng looked at the blood splattering and felt joy that he had never felt when he had gone out to hunt.

The blood of the Saint Light Hall warriors. This was the blood of the faction that only appeared in his nightmares.

The faction that he hated!

Not long ago, these people destroyed his home. To him, the warm mountains in the winter had a different meaning.

He was born and grew up there. He had a wife, a home, and two kids.

One must know that not many families could have two kids. After all, the child death rate was too high. Even if the Posthumous people woman was strong and healthy, it didn’t make a difference.

Hacheng felt he would be like his father’s generation. He would hunt and gather food to raise his kids. At a suitable time, he might even have a third child, which was also his wife’s wish.

He would then teach his battle skills and experience to his son and daughter. The son would become an even better warrior. His daughter would learn each life skill, and after she married, she would take good care of her husband and family.

But all this was destroyed by these people days ago.

Hacheng thought he was brave, but when Saint Light Hall struck his tribe, his courage to face them disappeared. All he could do was to run with his family.

At that time, he felt lucky that he had tamed a demon monster as his mount, which was why he was faster than others.

But the truth proved that those from Saint Light Hall were faster.

In the end, he lost his wife and daughter.

At a specific time, he had to make a choice. This choice was fixed for Posthumous people.

They would choose the guy.

So when he arrived in the Imperial City, he felt like he was about to die. It wasn’t physical but mental.

He felt that the Imperial City could only slightly resist. After seeing the Saint Light Hall’s huge army, he didn’t think this city could survive. He was left with one person in his family and his life might be on a countdown.

But he saw hope after bumping into Cloud Peak.

He went to Earth, a brand new world, and learned that he could move there. He sent his son there to become the first batch on Earth.

He knew that even if he died, his bloodline would be preserved.

Thus, he was the first to be sent to fight back against the Saint Light Hall. He had no fear.

Why would he fear his enemy if he didn’t even fear death?

So, he relied on the speed of his demon monster and charged first into their formation. He killed a Saint Light Hall warrior, and he saw the fear in their eyes for the first time.

Hacheng felt that he would be remembered in history. His son would read his name in history books.

He thrust his white spear into the heart of a Saint Light Hall warrior wearing beautiful armor. He looked at him spit out mouthfuls of blood.

Third!

Hacheng counted. He felt like he could kill ten or even more.

But at a certain time, he felt some heart. He saw red around him but didn’t think much about it. His eyes had already been dyed in blood.

But he saw his spear start to melt, and the light began to dim. He finally realized that he was under attack.

He raised his head at the source. There was a giant figure circling. Flames were between that figure and himself.

At this time, he realized that not only was his weapon being melted, but his own body and mount were, too.

Using his experience, he knew that he was facing lethal damage. After he realized that, extreme pain struck him.

Hacheng knew that he was going to die, but he wasn’t afraid. He wanted to take a few more steps forward to create a better chance for those behind him.

But he looked as his body fell to the ground, and his mind went blurry. He was tired and decided to take a nap. Before that, he saw his son. He was grown up and as handsome as himself.

The flames spread and struck the few hundred Posthumous people cavalry at the front, turning them to ash. The lifeform that dealt that blow charged toward the Imperial City and let out a loud dragon roar!

A flying lifeform with two pairs of wings, a giant horn on its head, and bright runes beside the demon crystal on its head appeared above the plain. It was the one that spat out flames to burn the Posthumous people cavalry.

“You ants who dare to go against the holy Saint Hall, you will be punished by flames!”

Its mouth filled with sharp teeth gave a deafening warning. It flapped its wings and actually caused the stones to fly.

The Posthumous people saw the monster, and their momentum paused. But those warriors didn’t feel any fear of it. They took the spears on their backs and tossed them toward the sky.

The Cloud Hooves cavaliers behind saw this monster and started progressing in an arc. They took out their guns and fired them at this fellow.

Due to the nature of evolved, Cloud Peak’s cavalry wasn’t split between heavy and light cavalry; they were all-rounded.

“Small tricks! Die, you trash!”

The monster raised its neck, and flames appeared in its mouth. But this time, it wasn’t a ball of fire but a pillar.

The mountain range lit up.

The spears arrived, but only a few could hit it. Those that did only left some white spots on its scales.

When Cloud Peak’s shots arrived, the effect was much better. Crystal guns still couldn’t cause fatal damage, but at least they left deeper marks.

“I hate all of you!”

The monster flew past the cavaliers it had burnt and was above the Cloud Hooves. The monster smiled mockingly, and the flames were about to fire.

Hong!

A ball of light flew and hit its body. The monster was dozens of meters tall and was sent rolling for a few dozen meters before it stopped. When it stabilized, it realized that the scales covering the area of a bed had shattered, revealing its flesh. Big drips of blood were seeping from it!

“Yangos, you are still alive.”

A voice reverberated from the walls.

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