The Legacy System

Chapter 258 - 258: Taking Down The Camp

The moment they would open the car's door they would be met with a powerful knuckle in their nose, eyes, or teeth.

It was really surprising but Eric found out that someone could die choking in their own teeth, even though it was immediately.

Truly a strange way to die, but he didn't have the time to think about that, as the next moment, more than 80 soldiers appeared running towards him from the camp, each holding an Ak47.

It was clear that the last boss had finally appeared on the scene, as they all stood around 30-50 meters away from him, and started shooting like crazy.

Eric had no other choice but to hide behind the last armored vehicle and hope that the bullets wouldn't pass through it.

Looking at his movements, the commander of the camp seemed to have realized that it was a waste of time and bullets to shoot at him while he was behind the armored vehicles, so he ordered them to stop.

In a few short instructions, he was able to make 40 of the mercenaries stay with him, and block his escape routes, while the other part was ordered to circle around him while being cautious.

It was a pretty good strategy, as long as those guys stayed at a safe distance away from him, they would be able to completely circle around him, and then have him at the mercy of their Ak47's.

That would happen only if Eric didn't move from his position, or attempted something else in the meantime though.

And Eric had no intention of ending up as a practice target for the mercenaries Ak47s'. As a matter of fact, the moment he noticed this, he planned his own strategy.

Since these guys were trying to surround him, then he would just profit from their split up and start killing them all, one by one.

Just as he decided that he felt his instincts start ringing once again, as he used every bit of strength he had on his legs to run from his hiding place.

'BOOOMMM~!'

His plan was really nice and all, but he seemed to have forgotten one great component, the opponent had RPGs in their possession.

If he stayed in one place for longer than necessary, even though he might survive, he would be in a pretty sorry state.

Not to mention the enmity he had already caused with these guys, his treatment could only be imagined at this point.

Well, that was just a fleeting thought, because there was no way he was allowing these guys to capture him, in fact, they would be lucky if he decided to kill them quickly.

Even though the situation looked so against him right now, as a human being couldn't win against all these weapons, at least at the level he was he couldn't, he still wasn't worried in the least.

He had complete confidence in his own skills, and abilities, as he dodged the last RPG with a bit of difficulty.

But that RPG was his opportunity, profiting from the chaos created through the RPG, and all the dust and debris that was raised by the explosion, he threw a few quick knives towards his targets.

His first target was clearly the commander! Everyone knew that once you cut the snake's head, then it would die, and that was what he was doing.

He didn't want to kill these guys from afar, that would beat the whole goal of this crazy and reckless way of fighting.

He wanted to kill them with his own hands in one vs many fistfights, only like that would he be able to slowly adapt to his new strength.

Until now he had done quite the damage, and also had started to have a real feel of his power, he could say that he had mastered about 70-80% of it.

But he still needed that 20% plus, in order to finally have his strength under his will. The strength that couldn't be controlled wasn't real strength for him.

In fact, the strength that couldn't be controlled was more of an obstacle for him than it was a help in a fight.

After all, every attack would be off the target, and useless! For that reason, he was planning to do everything he could to fully control his strength through his will.

The commander wasn't stupid, as he understood this too, and the truth was that he had some skills, so he felt the knives directed to him and tried to evade them.

What he didn't seem to have noticed was that it wasn't only one knife coming towards him, but two. 

So, while he easily dodged the first one directed at his left thigh by moving to the right, the second knife causes some really terrible damage.

The second knife's target seemed to be his right thigh, but his move to the right made it lose its primary target, as it was stabbed through his pubic area.

By the painful scream that he released exactly the next moment, everyone could understand that the knife had hit an unwanted headshot.

Even Eric was startled hearing his painful screams, as he was unable to understand what had happened for a moment, but when his spirit sense swept the area, he understood the situation.

It was quite a pity actually, as he was trying to just put him down for the moment, and then have a decent fight with him later, but it looked like that wouldn't be possible anymore.

Accidents happen all the time! Furthermore, it was that guy's own fault for moving when he had just thrown his knives.

He didn't have the time to think about that now, as the moment those soldiers heard the painful screams of their commander, and saw a few of theirs fall down dead on the ground, they started firing like crazy.

They had pressed that damned trigger, and would only release it when the magazine was emptied and they needed to reload.

In less than 10 minutes they had finished all their ammunition, as they had even thrown a few more RPGs in his direction.

Eric had managed to dodge all of those bullets and the RPGs, as his opponents were left with nothing else but their emptied Ak47s' that were the equivalent of a stick on their hands, and nothing more.

The moment the firing stopped, he jumped out of the debris, dust, and destruction, and appeared right in front of the group of soldiers.

Those soldiers that had gone to circle around him had no idea what was going on with the main group and him, as they had to go past through some walls, and buildings.

The 40 something mercenaries in front of him though seemed like they had just seen the devil incarnate in front of their eyes at the moment.

Still, they wouldn't lose their minds easily, as they all threw their Ak47s' towards him, like throwing some stick, or bats, and then took out their knives trying to kill him on hand-to-hand combat with numbers.

No matter what, there were 40 of them, and Eric was alone, there was no way he would be able to kill them all in close-quarters combat.

Even if he managed to kill some of them, the end result was more than clear he would die in many more than 1 piece.

With these thoughts in mind, they all steeled their hearts, and resolves, as they went for the kill. This fu*cker had to die.

But they couldn't have been more wrong, not only did Eric kill all 40 something of them, but he even did so while he was smiling like an idiot.

Each and every one of them had died with a deformed chest, throat, or head, and all of this happened in less than 15 minutes.

It seemed like a crazy thing to happen, but it already did, at this moment even those RPG throwers behind the normal soldier threw those things on the ground, and started running away from him.

This guy was the devil incarnate, there was no way to kill him no matter what they tried, the only thing they could do was escape and run away as fast as they could.

Too bad that Eric had no intention of letting them leave, as he took out a gun from his space ring and head shoot them easily.

He was really happy right now because during the fight he was finally able to complete 100% of his control over his new strength, as he had finally officially reached level 40.

He had to say that the difference between level 30 to level 40 was quite big. Just looking at his fist power it had increased by at least 200 times.

Before he hadn't even dreamt of hitting a punch that could break a bone, and yet right now every punch of his would crumble every bone.

He had even managed to break more than a few skulls, or thoracic spines, which made him even more apprehensive of his new strength.

In his first life he had had this kind of power at level 80, or even higher! Which made him feel really weird about this, as a new thought started taking root inside his head.

If he was this strong at level 40, how strong would he be when he reached level 100, or even higher? It was simply unbelievable, and unthinkable to him at the moment.

To think that was only the start to reach the Immortal World! Slowly his horizons and his goals were expanding, as he was getting stronger, and wanting more.

Greed is a natural disease to every human being, but that was all for later as right now he had to take care of those guys that had gone to circle him…