Chapter 126: The True Skull King
Chapter 126: The True Skull King: Resurrection
Chapter 126: The True Skull King
Darkness, blood, slaughter, and the cold chill between their pores that could not escape from the thick wrappings of the protective suit all stimulated the madness running rampant inside the Poison Fang members’ hearts.
To kill, and kill even more until they could no longer move a finger.
The cross mounted at the center of the cross field witnessed Poison Fang’s madness.
The ruined cross field, the flesh and blood, the scattering sands, the stone bits, the metallic wreckages and fire…
In less than fifteen minutes, the clamor died down and only the spaceplane and the two fighters dogfighting in the air were still alive out of the ten thousand people.
Cillin and the gray cat watched everything in silence. They were not hiding around the cross field. Cillin had often exploited an animal’s sense of smell to set up a trap, so from the moment he stepped into Poison Fang’s transport, arrived at the great hall, and finally set up the trap at the cross field, he had been purposely leaving behind a special scent that could be retained for a longer time. This was all to lure all of the Poison Fang members to the cross field area in the very end.
All of the scanners in the surrounding area had been destroyed, and Carranio’s pets had been taken out a long time ago. Cillin and the gray cat were now hiding in a place near the cross field and watching Poison Fang’s final madness in the sky.
“Cillin, leave the last three to me.” The gray cat had been holding in for a long time already since Cillin forbad it from attacking. It was originally going to show off its prowess, and this restriction disappointed it to no end.
“No. We’re already at this stage, so you might as well just stay here. Go check if there are any survivors on the ground and give them the final blow. Take their emblems as well.”
Cillin had his own reasons, and he did not wish to expose the gray cat too much.
A minute later, both fighters were shot down, and the spaceplane had exploded in the air as well. Everything returned to tranquility once more.
After a moment’s silence, Carranio’s voice rang.
“Hehe. Cillin of the Vanguard Sixth B Squadron. You have truly surprised me!” Although he was laughing, there was an indescribable chill crawling behind his voice.
The Skull King Carranio slowly walked out of a half collapsed building looking as relaxed as if he was taking a stroll. The half collapsed building did not seem to have affected the Skull King in any way.
In a little more than two hours, all fifty thousand Poison Fang members on the planet were dead, and Cillin wasn’t even directly involved in their destruction. Their deaths were not quick either. It could be said that these fifty thousand men were forced to go through panic, despair, helplessness, and the painfully slow loss of their lives before they were pushed over the brink of no return. If this was in the past, there was no way Carranio would believe that something like this could happen.
The second Cillin stepped into the cross field, Carranio immediately locked his gaze on him. His night vision was pretty good, and he stared at Cillin firmly in fear that he would escape again in the next moment. However, Cillin did not plan to escape this time. It was time to end this.
To Carranio, the one hundred thousand casualties on the planet weren’t actually as devastating as one might imagine. Sure, he lost a hundred thousand men, but he could just take a spin around Sector V and gather droves of new members easily. There were plenty of desperate people in the galaxy. One hundred thousand was just a number.