Scarlet Descent-Chapter 28 - Harvest Time

"Whoosh..."

When the family leader unhesitatingly gave the order and turned to walk toward the back, the people standing in the hall became alert at once. They didn’t know what background this sudden young man had. Logically, although these people acted crazily, they were also very careful. Neither the Guard Office nor the supernatural security officers should have found them so quickly...

...No, they shouldn’t have found them at all!

But in any case, this person had already come, and with one sentence had exposed everyone’s identity. So they could only eliminate him—whether he came alone or brought a team.

Just as the hot-tempered man had said earlier, they weren’t afraid of anything. In a small place like Scrap Iron City, with their mastery of supernatural powers, they weren’t afraid of the Guard Office, nor of the so-called supernatural security officer team with only a handful of people...

"If you want to die, then let me send you to your death..."

While others remained still, among the people wearing black goat masks, a hot-tempered man rushed forward in big strides. He had been standing still, but with the leader’s single sentence, he suddenly charged. At that moment, both his eyes shrank to tiny pinpoints, and a cold, rigid yet terribly powerful aura seeped from his body—the changes brought by the first state of the Death Order.

Death aura.

Using the death aura, his body became rigid and solid, possessing terrifying destructive power and damage resistance. For powerful individuals, even a bullet to the forehead would be halted by the skull. Especially, not only was his body rigid, but his speed was also terrifying. In a few large strides, he rushed to Wei Wei’s front, fiercely clenching his fist and swinging it over. Judging from the amazing power released as he turned and twisted his waist, even a concrete pillar might have a chunk knocked off.

"Whoosh!"

But facing the hot-tempered man’s punch, Wei Wei didn’t try to show off; he turned to dodge, creating distance between them. Suddenly, the black short gun in his hand was raised, pointing at the hot-tempered man’s temple. This movement was too precise, aimed at a vital point. The hot-tempered man was startled and instinctively closed his eyes, preparing to use his rigid body to hard-tank the bullet.

However...

"Click..."

Wei Wei pulled the trigger, and everyone instinctively frowned. But the expected violent sound didn’t appear—the gun was actually empty. The hot-tempered man, also startled, suddenly turned and shouted, "You fucking came to arrest people with an empty gun?"

"Uh..." Wei Wei retreated, apologizing with a face full of regret, "Sorry!" As he spoke, he dodged a punch swung by the hot-tempered man while raising his hand again, biting on the tiger’s mouth of his hand. Immediately, blood flowed profusely, and in the next moment, his eyes filled with blood threads. Then, from the wound bitten open on his hand, writhing blood threads extended out, flowing into the black short gun, changing the gun’s shape like burning flames.

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The gun became more rugged and ferocious, adorned with demon-like bright red patterns and runes. Wei Wei raised his head, pointed at the hot-tempered man, and suddenly smiled before pulling the trigger.

"Bang!"

The next moment, a burst of blood light exploded from the muzzle. The hot-tempered man, surprised and swinging his fist, was hit perfectly. His iron-gray fist was torn apart by the blood light—shattered bones and mangled flesh splattered in all directions. Then the blood light continued forward, shredding his rigidified body that had almost stopped blood flow, and continued on, completely blasting half of his face off.

The hot-tempered man slowly fell down. His body convulsed continuously, as if trying to stand, but no longer obeyed commands.

"Bang!"

Wei Wei stepped on his back and fired another shot into the back of his head, then looked at everyone and said, "It's your turn."

"..."

Once again, a deathly silence fell. The remaining family members in the hall stared blankly at the man wrapped in blood threads—watching the hot-tempered man transform from a familiar family member into necromantic material in just a few seconds, unable to utter a word.

"Kill him..." Suddenly, a trembling voice rang out: "Kill him." Even those usually smarter in the hall didn’t dare just watch. They seemed awakened by cold water and quickly dispersed. Some abruptly removed their masks, and their eyes, now unseeing, turned pure white with just a tiny dot in the center. The "Temperature of the Deceased" ability influenced the man covered in blood threads from four angles—like four cold tides surging inward.

Someone suddenly murmured strangely, and the surrounding air instantly filled with distorted ripples. Another person raised their hand and slapped the ground. Around Wei Wei, the floor cracked suddenly, and cold hands reached out to grab his legs. Someone tore off the upper half of their clothes, revealing an iron-gray face like that of a corpse on their chest.

...

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A pure Death family.

Unlike the gathering of mostly infected individuals and those coveting life force he had encountered in that abandoned building’s folded space initially, this time the attendees had all more or less entered the field. Each sequence has several stages: infected individuals, and first-order superhumans who have initially mastered power. Infected individuals have moderate and mild cases, and only deeply infected individuals might become true superhumans. Even in the abandoned building’s bar, only the DJ barely reached this level. Now it’s different—these are almost all heavily infected individuals. In other words, they are all Death sequence superhumans who have initially mastered demonic power and even awakened their own abilities. ...How wonderful! ... ...

Wei Wei’s smile nearly overflowed. He suddenly rolled, jumped onto a nearby table to dodge the hands reaching out from beneath the floor, then quickly rushed forward, running a few steps along the wall. He raised his gun and pointed it at the Black Goat club members ahead. Blood color condensed at the gun muzzle and instantly exploded into a burst of blood light, carrying a demonic roar as it thundered toward the crowd.

Boom!

Another person screamed as a horrific hole blasted through their chest and abdomen. The blood light burst through their body and hit another person, shattering half their body. The two people flew back several meters, with blood threads continuously spreading from their wounds.

In the instant the blood light exploded, Wei Wei had already rushed to the ceiling, using his legs to push off and dive down. The remaining people were terrified. The man chanting death-filled incantations had his eyes rolled back, showing only white.

"What are you muttering?"

But he suddenly heard a voice by his ear. Quickly, he rolled his eyes back and saw the man covered in blood threads right in front of him, the ferocious, terrifying gun muzzle already aimed at his forehead, with eyes full of blood threads that seemed to carry a smile.

Black Goat family member: "..."

"Bang!"

Another corpse flew four or five meters away. Pale arms finally seized the opportunity and grabbed onto Wei Wei’s legs. Wei Wei smiled and stomped his foot—blood threads on his body suddenly exploded, shredding all the arms to pieces.

The one with an iron-gray dead face on their chest opened their mouth wide, revealing a black tongue and ferocious fangs inside. The dead face’s eyes opened, carrying the coldness and emptiness unique to death, charging at Wei Wei’s back...

But Wei Wei’s other hand suddenly reached into his holster, pointing at that face without even looking. The dead face on the chest suddenly closed its mouth and eyes, quietly becoming a corpse. The controller froze, watching the gun muzzle slowly move up to point at his own face.

"Bang!"

"..."

"What is this thing?"

"Monster..."

The remaining people saw so many corpses suddenly appear around them, instantly terrified out of their wits, shouting and fleeing in disarray. Wei Wei suddenly raised his head, blood threads writhing in his eyes, his smile extremely ferocious! Harvest time had come.

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"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

The tall, thin man in the black robe listened to the violent gunshots coming from the hall, his heart racing. To his ears, these were not ordinary gunshots but rather demonic howls. Each burst sounded like a demon laughing excitedly, laughing at how easily it could reap a life. His steps grew faster and faster, almost sprinting as he reached the door and forcefully pulled on the back door.

But with a "rip" sound, he despaired. The back door was locked... With his heart in his throat, he felt his whole body go cold. He even lost control of his emotions, forcefully pulling a few times, already regretting why he had installed such a solid alloy door for so-called safety. Then he suddenly gritted his teeth, his right hand continuously stiffening as he smashed a heavy punch against it, leaving a bloody imprint. He couldn’t feel pain, because at this moment his right hand was part of death.

But the door’s sturdiness made him despair. In the early stages of the Death Order, there was no superhuman strength to deal with this situation. So he immediately decided to retreat. Yet, as he looked up, he saw two figures approaching as if dancing, embracing each other.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It was that guy in the raincoat. He had grabbed a Black Goat family member by the collar, his gun muzzle pressed directly against their chest and abdomen, continuously firing. Chunks of flesh flew out, splattering his raincoat with blood that dripped down. The Black Goat leader couldn’t even understand—was it necessary to fire so many shots? That family member of his was long dead, the body almost blasted in two...

And just then, the man in the raincoat heard the sound of the Black Goat leader running back. He slowly raised his head. On that face covered in fresh blood, a brilliant smile suddenly appeared:

"Sorry..." "I have a habit of locking the back door in advance when I'm working..." "..."

As he spoke, he suddenly pushed away the limp corpse in his hand and charged toward the Black Goat leader, gun raised.