Warlord Chapter 312

He slammed the tracker to the ground and used his own body to exert a gravitational force to hold the lizard in place. Johnny put his hands on the tracker's head, let out a roar, and spun around. With a "kacha" sound, the Tracer's neck was broken. No matter how soft his bones were, it was impossible for him to avoid this kind of physical damage.

When the nerves of the bones were broken by Johnny, the trackers gradually lost all sound. The liquid on the surface of his body quickly solidified, no longer concealing its effects, and he revealed himself beneath him. Johnny staggered away from the monster and looked at his body. Countless bone-deep wounds and damaged organs had already sent him a death notice.

Johnny sat down on the floor and untied the walker with a trembling hand. He lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

He was still carrying his gear. He grabbed something else and held it tightly in his hand, then looked up at the sky.

The sky was still a thick, radiating cloud, but wherever you looked the sky was the same, with the exception of the kind of electronic image that would be projected from a holographic plate. Now Johnny missed the false view.

At least in Asgartree he could forget the cruel apocalypse for a while.

Johnny didn't turn around to look. Actually, he did not need to look to know that more living corpses had come.

It turned out that he was right. The executioners, the blasting men, the ripping men, the butchers, and the ordinary living corpses came from all directions. They surrounded Johnny like a swarm of locusts, and the smell of the blood from the battle was enough to excite the senses of the living corpse. Two of the trackers, hidden from view, were wandering around Johnny.

Johnny couldn't move. He forced himself to lower his head and smile at the living corpses. "Let's go to h.e.l.l together, you b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!"

With that, he clenched his hands with what little strength he had left.

In Johnny's hands were two high-powered grenades.

The orange fireball instantly expanded in Johnny's hand, and the moment the flames engulfed him, a childish face floated in Johnny's mind.

I'm sorry, kid, but it looks like you'll have to find a new teacher.

The next moment, with Johnny at the center, the rapidly expanding fireball expanded to a hundred meters and exploded into a pillar of fire that shot into the sky. As the fire pillar rose into the air, the high frequency shockwaves were accompanied by flames that exceeded a thousand degrees, spreading in all directions. The living corpses that they touched either exploded their bodies or turned into human fireb.a.l.l.s.

The pillar of fire erupted for 30 seconds before it gradually disappeared. In its place was a black mushroom cloud that could be seen from the entirety of Yotonheim! It occupied a corner of the sky proudly, as if with the countless living corpses below it it it proclaimed the dignity and pride of mankind.

Thousands of miles away, in base Z7, Hélène was humming a song as she cooked with the stove they'd left behind. But for some reason, just as she was about to put a piece of artificial meat into the pot, with a shake of her hand, the meat fell to the ground. She let out a low cry and quickly picked up the steak. After patting away the stone fragments on the meat, she carefully placed it on the pot.

With such a shortage of supplies, Hailey didn't even want to waste precious clean water to wash the filth off the meat. As far as she was concerned, these things were fine as long as she ate them without getting sick. As for clean water, that was an even more precious resource than food, so he could not waste it on such things.

But why did his heart feel so uncomfortable just now? Hailey thought for a while, then shook her head and decided not to think about it anymore.

Hélène is not yet fully aware of the pain of loss at her prime. To her, living was everything.

Yotonheim.

Hearing the sound of an explosion coming from afar, Agatha felt a similar shock in her heart. She was someone with the ability to perceive the domain. In this aspect, she felt that she was much stronger than Hailey. She knew, without needing to be sure, that something had happened to Johnny. But she didn't have time to grieve over her companion's death. There was a hunter in front of her, and if she didn't get rid of him first, Agatha would soon see Johnny.

Johnny, on the other hand, probably didn't want to see her like that.

Thus, Agatha took advantage of the fact that the explosion had caught the attention of the Huntress at the entrance. By the time the Huntress had discovered Agatha, the latter had already switched to a different sequence of Magic Explosion Bombs.

Instantly, electromagnetic pulses with over a hundred thousand volts flowed through the Huntress' body. One could see the thick electric snake colliding back and forth. The collision produced a magnetic explosion that directly exploded the living corpse into a field of blood clots.

Seeing her wings twitching in her blood, Agatha sat down on the ground. At this moment, she finally had time to cry.

Without giving herself too much time to cry, Agatha quickly wiped her eyes and stood up. Only then did she have the time to survey her surroundings. This place was like a huge warehouse, filled with countless metal boxes that were arranged neatly. The more Agatha looked at them, the more they seemed like coffins.

An iron coffin.

Of course not. These metal boxes were equipped with life support machines. When Agatha opened one of the boxes, she saw an old man lying quietly asleep in it.

He was about fifty years old, and his heaving chest showed that he was still alive. He had only fallen into a deep sleep. From time to time, the tubes that connected his esophagus to his throat would use a hydraulic device to squeeze the computer's configured nutrients into his body, providing him with the nourishment he needed to survive. However, the neural signal isolator installed on both sides of his temples caused the old man's brain to enter a period of hibernation.

Considering that this was discovered in the Kingdom of the Living Corpses, Agatha did not feel like a human who had survived a disaster and used his life support system to survive. Instead, it was like food that was kept fresh, providing the living corpses with weapons that could be consumed at any time!

Agatha knew where she was now. She was in the pantry, the one for the living.

She opened one biological maintenance crate after another. Sure enough, humans were lying inside. There were old people, children, men, women, thin people, and fat people.

Agatha did not expect so many people to be alive in Yotonheim. She estimated that there were at least a thousand people stored in one of the food warehouses. There should be quite a few warehouses like this in Yotonheim. If the apocalypse were to befall Asgard, thousands of people would perish together with their living corpses in the sea of fire.

However, Agatha also did not have the time to waste on saving others. After all, her current time was something that Zero and the others had risked their lives for.

To save or not to save, this question tested Agatha's will. But very quickly, she made her decision.

Agatha threw herself at the first of the tanks to be opened and stopped moving the life-support unit. Once the maintenance unit is stopped, the computer automatically performs the awakening program. With a groan, the old man who had been lying in the box for an unknown period of time slowly opened his eyes.

He slammed the tracker to the ground and used his own body to exert a gravitational force to hold the lizard in place. Johnny put his hands on the tracker's head, let out a roar, and spun around. With a "kacha" sound, the Tracer's neck was broken. No matter how soft his bones were, it was impossible for him to avoid this kind of physical damage.

When the nerves of the bones were broken by Johnny, the trackers gradually lost all sound. The liquid on the surface of his body quickly solidified, no longer concealing its effects, and he revealed himself beneath him. Johnny staggered away from the monster and looked at his body. Countless bone-deep wounds and damaged organs had already sent him a death notice.

Johnny sat down on the floor and untied the walker with a trembling hand. He lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

He was still carrying his gear. He grabbed something else and held it tightly in his hand, then looked up at the sky.

The sky was still a thick, radiating cloud, but wherever you looked the sky was the same, with the exception of the kind of electronic image that would be projected from a holographic plate. Now Johnny missed the false view.

At least in Asgartree he could forget the cruel apocalypse for a while.

Johnny didn't turn around to look. Actually, he did not need to look to know that more living corpses had come.

It turned out that he was right. The executioners, the blasting men, the ripping men, the butchers, and the ordinary living corpses came from all directions. They surrounded Johnny like a swarm of locusts, and the smell of the blood from the battle was enough to excite the senses of the living corpse. Two of the trackers, hidden from view, were wandering around Johnny.

Johnny couldn't move. He forced himself to lower his head and smile at the living corpses. "Let's go to h.e.l.l together, you b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!"

With that, he clenched his hands with what little strength he had left.

In Johnny's hands were two high-powered grenades.

The orange fireball instantly expanded in Johnny's hand, and the moment the flames engulfed him, a childish face floated in Johnny's mind.

I'm sorry, kid, but it looks like you'll have to find a new teacher.

The next moment, with Johnny at the center, the rapidly expanding fireball expanded to a hundred meters and exploded into a pillar of fire that shot into the sky. As the fire pillar rose into the air, the high frequency shockwaves were accompanied by flames that exceeded a thousand degrees, spreading in all directions. The living corpses that they touched either exploded their bodies or turned into human fireb.a.l.l.s.

The pillar of fire erupted for 30 seconds before it gradually disappeared. In its place was a black mushroom cloud that could be seen from the entirety of Yotonheim! It occupied a corner of the sky proudly, as if with the countless living corpses below it it it proclaimed the dignity and pride of mankind.

Thousands of miles away, in base Z7, Hélène was humming a song as she cooked with the stove they'd left behind. But for some reason, just as she was about to put a piece of artificial meat into the pot, with a shake of her hand, the meat fell to the ground. She let out a low cry and quickly picked up the steak. After patting away the stone fragments on the meat, she carefully placed it on the pot.

With such a shortage of supplies, Hailey didn't even want to waste precious clean water to wash the filth off the meat. As far as she was concerned, these things were fine as long as she ate them without getting sick. As for clean water, that was an even more precious resource than food, so he could not waste it on such things.

But why did his heart feel so uncomfortable just now? Hailey thought for a while, then shook her head and decided not to think about it anymore.

Hélène is not yet fully aware of the pain of loss at her prime. To her, living was everything.

Yotonheim.

Hearing the sound of an explosion coming from afar, Agatha felt a similar shock in her heart. She was someone with the ability to perceive the domain. In this aspect, she felt that she was much stronger than Hailey. She knew, without needing to be sure, that something had happened to Johnny. But she didn't have time to grieve over her companion's death. There was a hunter in front of her, and if she didn't get rid of him first, Agatha would soon see Johnny.

Johnny, on the other hand, probably didn't want to see her like that.

Thus, Agatha took advantage of the fact that the explosion had caught the attention of the Huntress at the entrance. By the time the Huntress had discovered Agatha, the latter had already switched to a different sequence of Magic Explosion Bombs.

Instantly, electromagnetic pulses with over a hundred thousand volts flowed through the Huntress' body. One could see the thick electric snake colliding back and forth. The collision produced a magnetic explosion that directly exploded the living corpse into a field of blood clots.

Seeing her wings twitching in her blood, Agatha sat down on the ground. At this moment, she finally had time to cry.

Without giving herself too much time to cry, Agatha quickly wiped her eyes and stood up. Only then did she have the time to survey her surroundings. This place was like a huge warehouse, filled with countless metal boxes that were arranged neatly. The more Agatha looked at them, the more they seemed like coffins.

An iron coffin.

Of course not. These metal boxes were equipped with life support machines. When Agatha opened one of the boxes, she saw an old man lying quietly asleep in it.

He was about fifty years old, and his heaving chest showed that he was still alive. He had only fallen into a deep sleep. From time to time, the tubes that connected his esophagus to his throat would use a hydraulic device to squeeze the computer's configured nutrients into his body, providing him with the nourishment he needed to survive. However, the neural signal isolator installed on both sides of his temples caused the old man's brain to enter a period of hibernation.

Considering that this was discovered in the Kingdom of the Living Corpses, Agatha did not feel like a human who had survived a disaster and used his life support system to survive. Instead, it was like food that was kept fresh, providing the living corpses with weapons that could be consumed at any time!

Agatha knew where she was now. She was in the pantry, the one for the living.

She opened one biological maintenance crate after another. Sure enough, humans were lying inside. There were old people, children, men, women, thin people, and fat people.

Agatha did not expect so many people to be alive in Yotonheim. She estimated that there were at least a thousand people stored in one of the food warehouses. There should be quite a few warehouses like this in Yotonheim. If the apocalypse were to befall Asgard, thousands of people would perish together with their living corpses in the sea of fire.

However, Agatha also did not have the time to waste on saving others. After all, her current time was something that Zero and the others had risked their lives for.

To save or not to save, this question tested Agatha's will. But very quickly, she made her decision.

Agatha threw herself at the first of the tanks to be opened and stopped moving the life-support unit. Once the maintenance unit is stopped, the computer automatically performs the awakening program. With a groan, the old man who had been lying in the box for an unknown period of time slowly opened his eyes.

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