Chapter 84: Chaos Erupts

Chapter 84: Chaos Erupts "Wrong answers!" The voice was low and cold, with sinister killing intent that filled the kneeling traitors’ hearts with bone-deep fear. "Tell me where your camp is." With two examples made, the remaining traitors didn’t dare answer directly. They buried their heads in the sand, shaking like leaves. Carlos impatiently waved his hand. "Crack!" Blood splattered, and another head rolled to the ground, scaring these traitors into panicked pleas for mercy: "My lord, spare us! I really don’t know!" "Every time the boss leads us in blindfolded!" "My lord, please spare my life!" "..." Carlos was getting ticked off. This group of small fry knew nothing. He kept waving his hand. "Crack!" "Crack!" One bloody head after another rolled to the ground. Hot blood soaked into the sand, giving off a thick smell of blood under the sun’s rays. The temperature gradually rose, but the chill in the remaining people’s hearts only got worse. The atmosphere was crushing. None of the traitors knew who would be next. To survive, living even a little longer was better. One traitor took the initiative and immediately threw a companion under the bus: "My... my lord, this woman is high-ranking in the camp! She definitely knows a lot!" "Right, right! She definitely knows where the camp is!" "..." Among the kneeling traitors, a strong woman whose hands had obviously been chopped off by sharp weapons gritted her teeth, glaring at the surrounding traitors ratting her out. She felt the masked man’s gaze and lost all hope. A few minutes ago, she never imagined that just crossing the dune top, she’d run into a group of terrifying red skeleton monsters! Just one white flash, and her prized claws got cut off. If she hadn’t dropped to her knees fast, she’d be like the corpses on the ground now! What made her even more terrified was that those red skeleton monsters looked almost identical to the monster in the monster tide and were heading toward the dune. Connecting this to the monsters behind her—different patterns but equally terrifying auras. Shia knew a terrible black hand had targeted them. Whether she could survive depended on betting on her own worth! "My lord, I’m a member of the Black Poison Faction. Currently, the Black Poison Faction is cooking up something big. According to our lord, once we pull it off, we will surely prosper!" Regardless of whether this terrifying masked man was from the traitor faction or human faction, he would definitely be interested in this. After speaking, Shia prostrated herself, blood still seeping from her severed hands, waiting for this mysterious masked man’s questions. She was confident because what she said was the real deal. Carlos frowned slightly. Black Poison Faction—just from the name, you could tell this was a faction messing around with various toxins. The Desolate Desert had many types of toxins, so traces of the Black Poison faction were no surprise. "Prosper? In the records, the Black Poison Faction did indeed go on a rampage for a while. Did they cook up something?" Carlos searched his memory and quickly found the information. The Black Poison Faction—in the future, they would develop a new type of human neural toxin that could forcibly trigger humans’ flesh survival instincts. After ordinary humans got poisoned, they would lose their minds, their bodies would wildly attack all living things around them, greedily devouring all flesh, and could even spread through bites. The highest grade could even infect Psionics. Once infected Psionics couldn’t control their craving for flesh, they would definitely fall. This terrible neural toxin was named the Life-Death Serum! In the future, it caused serious trouble for humanity. ’Most likely working on the Life-Death Serum.’ Carlos stayed cool internally. Small problem—forget about not having developed it yet, even if they had... He’d need to run back immediately and whip up the corresponding antidote. "Life-Death Serum." Carlos tentatively spoke these four words. After hearing this, Shia looked confused and said quietly: "My lord, I haven’t heard of the serum you mentioned." Carlos fell silent. Good, it seemed they hadn’t succeeded in their research yet. He continued questioning: "Tell me where your camp is!" The Purple Thornblade Shield Guard’s greatsword lowered cooperatively, its sharp blade making Shia’s neck sting. "Gulp!" Shia swallowed hard, anxious. Wasn’t this masked man interested in the Black Poison Faction’s plans? He kept insisting on asking about the camp location? She quickly responded: "My lord, our camp is in a quicksand valley way out there. I... I’ll take you there right now." Under the mask, Carlos thought that there were tons of quicksand valleys in the Desolate Desert. He still needed to keep this person to show the way. As for the other traitors... "Crack!" "Crack!" ... All traitors except Shia became headless corpses, falling one after another onto the bloody sand. Shia’s eyes were terrified, her heart more hopeless. She felt that once she finished guiding, having no value left, she’d probably get killed too. Thick sweat appeared on her head, her muscles trembled uneasily as she racked her brains thinking of ways out... "Put her in a cage and bring her along!" A narrow iron cage fell in front of Shia. The nearby Purple Thornblade Shield Guard was about to grab her when Shia quickly said: "No... no trouble, I’ll get in myself!" She very cooperatively crawled into the iron cage, afraid that being even a second late, she’d really get grabbed by this Purple Thornblade Shield Guard. If it didn’t know its own strength, she’d probably get hurt bad again. Carlos was pretty satisfied with Shia’s cooperation and decided that after she finished guiding, he’d give her a quick death to avoid dragging out her suffering. Bang! The iron cage locked, and the Psionic Energy suppression patterns on each iron bar lit up. Shia sensed her Psionic Energy completely shut down. She became even more hopeless while feeling confused: ’Psionic Energy suppression device! This is humanity’s top technology. Just who the hell is this force?’ A Purple Thornblade Shield Guard picked up the chain in front of the iron cage, dragging it along as it followed Carlos’s steps toward the dune top... ... On the other side of the dune, the Psionics seemed to have underestimated the monster tide’s attraction to that skeleton monster. The repeated attacks actually didn’t draw their attention. "Provoke them! Keep provoking them!" Murr stepped on the wolf head, laughing like a maniac. He occasionally shot an ice spike, piercing Captain Lezhe’s limbs. Bloody holes gushed blood... "Traitor! I... I’ll wait for you in hell!" Seriously wounded and knowing he couldn’t escape, Captain Lezhe’s eyes still showed no fear as he used his last words to fight back... "Hell?" Murr smiled cruelly, his sharp teeth grinding up and down, making a bone-chilling sound. "Let me show you what hell really looks like!" Tearing sounds suddenly rang out. He actually bit off a chunk of flesh from the pinned-down Lezhe! This scene not only made the Psionics grit their teeth in hatred but also made the traitors’ scalps crawl. "Captain!!!" The Psionics shouted frantically, their minds becoming slightly distracted. The traitors immediately found an opening... "Slash! Slash!" All six fell seriously wounded. Demi’s face was full of despair. "Farewell, teacher!" The traitors surrounded and divided them, their cruel gazes as if they would tear them apart the next second... Just at this moment of despair, a series of horrible screams suddenly rang out. Chaos erupted from the traitors’ rear...