Chapter 244 (2/2)
Bang!
Rage guild members looks for Tyrant. He was detected on their battlesuits’ search function, buried under the wreckage outside of the crater.
A group numbering a little over 1 raid went to Tyrant. They entered as a full core of 10,000 people, but about 1/10 is left now. Some of them are still in Ant Hell, but there’s maybe 1,500 people in total. It is a devastating blow in terms of numerical value.
Tyrant gets up, supported by his subordinates.
He is only wearing impact tights. He has taken his battlesuit off somewhere, and is bare bodied.
“What about the mu-mutants?”
“They must have been frightened by the explosion ground, because they ran away.”
“Then what about him?”
“Him?”
“Black Devil! Where’s Black Devil? The mutant points haven’t come in! I’m sure he’s alive! They didn’t run away because of the explosion. They felt his oncoming defeat!”
Tyrant interpreted the situation to his liking.
He is saying that the 9 Bijous ran away because there is a problem with Black Devil.
There are no odds.
He’s saying that he’ll cling to his life.
If Black Devil had been wounded, this is the chance to kill him. The damage to Rage guild is tremendous, but they still have fight left in them.
‘… He spoke. It was Korean.’
Right before the light bomb exploded, the language that went through the translator was Korean. He had been left in wonder because he hadn’t been able to stop the explosion.
Tyrant stumbles in dizziness.
He’s lost too much blood. He lost his right arm too. This is why he can’t stand up on his own.
His hair stands on end when he thinks about what just happened.
He had resorted to extreme measures in order to kill Black Devil and get out of this play.
When the light bomb exploded, the first thing to melt was the right arm that he was holding. He had injected 80% energy and the heat generated from this formidable energy completely melted his right arm and battlesuit part away.
At his helper’s warning, he activated his defensive series items and battlesuit’s energy barrier, and several overlapping barriers protected Tyrant.
All of that was destroyed at once.
Fortunately, Tyrant had been able to buy a fraction of a second’s time to eject himself from his battlesuit. Due to this, Tyrant got out of this range faster than the heat spread. He had survived with having only lost an arm.
“Take out the battlesuit.”
Tyrant speaks to his helper.
When he was ejected, his PDA and space compression bag were also ejected. There’s no reason to take his item out himself.
He can take out the items he wants by just giving an order.
Tyrant received treatment from medics and put on the battlesuit.
It is an extra level A.
He doesn’t have either of his arms, but he can manipulate arms manually.
Several needles come out inside the battlesuit and go into Tyrant. It is like a nutritional injection that stimulates vitality.
‘My level S battlesuit’s destruction is devastating, but I’ll advance once I kill him.’
The last leg.
It all ends once he kills Black Devil.
If he fails the mission, his use of the card becomes meaningless. He’ll just become a level A Lifer like before.
“Search everything!”
“Yes.”
Excluding the few forces protecting Tyrant, the 1 raid spread out in forces. They looked for traces of Cha Jun Sung.
‘Come out. Come out!’
The dark tent that had trapped him was Black Devil. He had set fire to the entire thing. Mutant points would have come in if he had died.
But he’ll be alive since those points didn’t come in, and he must be somewhere close by.
He’ll never be able to get away from the guild members’ search network.
“Ack!”
A ripping scream. Tyrant and the leftover forces next to him had been watching from one place when they looked to where they heard the scream come from.
Ack!
Kya!
They hear successive screams. It isn’t coming from just one or two people scattered here and there. They went around in force numbers. It seems they are getting attacked in groups.
“Over there! Let’s go!”
Papat!
Tyrant ran toward the noise.
His heart beats fast.
Because he’s scared?
It is excitement that he could become a true level S Lifer. He doesn’t care whether people die as long as he can complete the mission. Even while injured, he can understand the guild members dying when thinking of the level.
He can think of this as the last struggle. This is the end.
Completion.
Tyrant arrived at the location of the screams with his big dream.
And as soon as soon as the Rage guild members saw ‘it,’ their bodies stiffened.
It didn’t take a long time. It only took moments for their heartbeats that were like excitement to become fear, and for that fear to become hair-raising horror.