Chapter 124: Mental and Psychological Stress
Chapter 124: Mental and Psychological Stress: Resurrection
Chapter 124: Mental and Psychological Stress
Poison Fang’s underlings began to act after the Skull King Carranio issued the highest kill order. Since Carranio also revealed that Cillin could deal with the worms, the little Poison Fangs searched tirelessly for him as if he was their only hope. However, if Cillin had vanished into thin air, they were unable to find even a shadow. Still, there was proof that Cillin was still operating around the area.
“King, he took all of their emblems!” a person reported to Carranio.
Every emblem on the chest of every dead Poison Fang members everywhere had been taken away by Cillin.
Carranio said nothing. He knew that this was Cillin’s way of taking revenge. He was taking away the emblem made from the bones of the owner of the emblem as offering to the Vanguard’s Sixth B Squadron’s members who had perished in that battlefield.
Meanwhile, search squads made of a dozen or so people each had their protective suits cut open by Cillin one after another, but even then they were unable to find the culprit who was doing so. They even accidentally hurt a few allies in the process while searching for Cillin using bio signature scanners. However, no one regretted the decision. At the very least, it gave them some peace of mind.
Cillin had not attacked the search squads personally. He had installed some traps to do so while he worked outside their scan range.
During their search, one of the Poison Fang members accidentally triggered something and caused flying knives to suddenly shoot out of the ground. The knives were all made from special metals, and they were capable of drawing faint scratches on the protective suit even if they could not cut all the way through. It was already enough to cause panic among the search squads.
Cillin wasn’t aiming to cut open their protective suits in a single try, however. He was just piling up the psychological stress they were enduring.
There was no doubt that the Poison Fang members felt like mitting suicide as they suffered flying knives, firearms outside the range of their scanners, red-hot smoke grenades and all sorts of other prank-like traps. There was a limit to how far one’s nerves could be strained, and when this limit was exceeded, it was inevitable that the person in question would suffer a mental disorder, if they hadn’t gone crazy in the first place.
After all, while the protective suit might be able to endure the first ambush, what about the second, third, seventh or eighth attempt? It was only a matter of time before a hole was cut on their protective suits. They just didn’t know when the inevitable would happen.
As the group walked around a corner with strained nerves, someone stepped on something yet again and caused a wide range of flames to shoot up suddenly from the ground.
The floor of this area was painted with a kind of chemical substance that was pletely harmless on its own. However, the place was also scattered with some tiny balls containing a different kind of chemical substance sharing almost the exact same color as the floor. Therefore, when these tiny balls were stepped on, and its contents spilled onto the chemical substances painted on the ground, an intense bustion was generated within the oxygen filled environment. Naturally, the Poison Fang members tried to jump out of the way in panic, only to step on even more balls and trap themselves in bigger, hotter flames.
The surrounding flames burned at their protective suits. While the protective suits could endure the scalding heat for a time, it was obviously inadvisable to stay amidst the flames any longer. The group swiftly ran towards the exit, but since the entire path had been painted in chemical substances, and the soles of some of their feet were drenched in chemical residue from the ball, fire burned wherever they ran to even though there were no balls along the path they came from.