Chapter 813: not the same
Chapter 813: not the same
Chapter 813: not the same
With the way things are going, it's not easy to judge the winner of the battle between the two contractors.
Although the contractors of the Wheeled Paradise were all exceptionally ruthless, in the face of the brutal survival environment of the Wheeled Paradise, the contractors either traveled alone or formed adventuring groups, and were simply unable to form a mega organization.
Moreover, the number of people in most adventure groups was not large, small adventure groups might only have a few or a dozen people, and even for large adventure groups, the number of people rarely exceeded three hundred.
This has to do with the character of the contractors in Reincarnation Paradise, here the strong live and the weak die, although powerful contractors appear one after another, but the number of deaths and injuries is also high, in this kind of survival situation, there is a greater likelihood of conflicts between contractors, and the likelihood of forming a large group is even smaller.
In the reincarnation paradise, forced execution punishment is just a daily routine, as for the deduction of attribute punishment is even more rare, can survive in this kind of environment, even if it is not so strong as to be perverted, the willpower will not be weak, after all, at any time there is the danger of warping, the psychological quality is not good, early in the experience of the first few derivative worlds when eliminated.
However, while cultivating strong people, some contractors with ordinary seniority all died early in battle.
Just like now, 725 contractors from the Reincarnation Paradise side were left alive, while 985 contractors from the Apocalypse Paradise side had survived.
It wasn't that the Reincarnation Paradise's contractors weren't strong, but they were too scattered, and most of those who died were loners, whereas on the Apocalypse Paradise side, all of them were members of a single organization, and it was because of this that the number of survivors was so high.
Of course, it's not that having a large number of people gives you an advantage, if it's a 1V1 situation, with the same attributes and the same abilities, the indentured servants of Apocalypse Paradise are most likely not the opponents of the indentured servants of Reincarnation Paradise, because of Apocalypse Paradise's relatively gentle way of cultivating the indentured servants, at least they won't use the forcible execution penalty so easily.
Of the 725 people who survived in the Reincarnation Paradise party, there were a total of 8 adventuring groups, 7 medium-sized adventuring groups, 1 large adventuring group, and the rest were casuals.
No one in the Reincarnation Paradise party could integrate these indentured servants, not even that fire mage, who at most played a leading role.
The Apocalypse Paradise party was different, they were a group and Xi was their leader.
Looking at it this way, the Reincarnation Paradise party was no match for the Apocalypse Paradise party, but was that really the case? This would have to be found out after the hand-to-hand combat.
However, at least one out of the ten contractors of the Reincarnation Paradise party was not mentally normal. The remaining nine were actually no better, just relatively normal.
This was a group of lunatics + neurotics + lunatic preppers + ruthless 'normal people', and what kind of heartlessness these people would do, not to mention the normal contractors of the Apocalypse Paradise side, even Xi couldn't fully surmise.
...
One of the three major war zones, Fortress Odle.
Dang, Dang, Dang ...
The sound of hammers striking came from inside the stone house on the fortress, a Reincarnation Paradise contractee was sitting at the eastern edge of the fortress, below him was a cliff of several hundred meters, but this contractee didn't care.
"Potato, is that thing done yet."
"Almost. "
A somewhat impatient voice came from inside the stone house.
"Potato, why don't you just throw that thing at the tribal party base camp, it's bound to kill quite a few."
The indentured servant sitting by the cliff tilted his head, not knowing what he was looking at.
"Are you this guy crazy ... brain eroded by subhuman cells."
The indentured servant named Potato laughed and swung the hammer in his hand harder.
"What crazy, I'm normal."
The indentured servant sitting by the cliff shook his head as he gazed at the cliff below, and suddenly, a thought came to him.
"Potato, what do you think will happen if I jump?"
"Huh?"
Potato stopped moving his hands.
"Should die, probably."
"Death, that's horrible."
As the words fell, the indentured servant leapt down to the fortress, and moments later, a muffled boom came from the bottom of the cliff.
"Did the tribal army call again?"
An indentured servant with a cowboy hat rushed in.
"Nope, Blackblood jumped off a cliff."
"Fuck, that guy's getting out of shape, I told him not to overdevelop his subhuman bloodline, now he's making it look like a Taliban player."
Snap, snap.
A hand rested on the edge of the fortress wall.
"Sure enough it won't die, but ... it hurts."
Black Blood climbed up the fortress, he was a black-haired, red-eyed teenager with a white face and a fresh-meat look, don't be deceived by his appearance, his favorite thing was to straddle his enemies and blow himself up.
"Blackblood, you've come into contact with the contractors of Apocalypse Paradise before, right? How is the strength of those people?"
Potato put down the hammer in his hand, he was a little curious about Apocalypse Paradise.
Blackblood climbed up to the fortress and blocked one side of his nostril with his finger, exerting his breath out, blood and snot sprayed out from the other nostril.
"Nice equipment, not a bad skill level, they just give off a weird vibe. "
Blackblood plopped down on the ground.
"Weird?"
Potato clearly didn't understand Blackblood's words.
"How to describe it, uh~ that's more apt, it's like they're accomplishing a high-risk job, yeah, that's what it feels like."
Blackblood laid down on the ground and fell asleep within a few seconds.
...
Inside a tent in the Grand Canyon of the Shire, the gathering place of the Apocalypse Paradise side of the Contractors.
Brushing and pulling, sharp objects cut through flesh.
Tick, tick, tick, blood dripped down, gradually seeping into the soil, and the smell of blood dispersed inside the tent.
"How many of you are there in total, what is the war mission, and in whose hands is the World's Core now."
A dry and skinny man wearing a slaughter suit stood inside the tent, the slaughter suit on his body was splattered with blood, at the center of the tent, a female contractee was hung upside down, swaying from side to side, the female contractee had a bare | fruity body, at least a few hundred wounds all over her body, and the blood flowed down her fair skin.
"This...technique of yours...is not good, I'm going to...die."
The female indentured servant who was hung upside down opened her mouth as she squinted her dead fish eyes at the dry and thin man who was torturing her.
"If...if I talk, you can let me go?"
There was some despair in the female Contractor's eyes, as if she could no longer endure this torture.
"Yes."
The executioner nodded his head.
"We have a total of ... The mission is ..."
The female indentured servant was weak from massive blood loss and spoke breathlessly.
"What?"
The executioner man put his ear close to the female indentured's mouth.
Bang!
The sound of teeth clashing came as Execution Man managed to dodge the bite from the female indentured servant.
"Hahaha, let me go? Are you coaxing a child, I knew I was dead when I was captured, just wait, my man will come for you, for sure, he will slaughter you one by one, I'll be waiting for you in hell."
After the female indentured servant said that, a chewing sound came out of her mouth, and blood and broken meat dripped out from the corner of her mouth.
"..."
The executioner's gaze was cold, however, he didn't have too much to do, this female contractee was a mental ability, hypnosis or telepathy was simply ineffective against her.
"Bah~"
The female contractee spat out her chewed tongue, it wasn't that she didn't want to live, but she was stalling for time, this was the only possibility for her to survive, confessing would only lead to a faster death.
"Looks like Hoshi was right, all of you assholes are mentally unbalanced."
The executioner man slit the female indentured servant's throat with a scalpel, and a large stream of blood spurted out.
Blood ran down the female contractee's face, she didn't struggle, it was pointless, she just stared at the execution man, dead on.