novelraw Chapter 253: Culling [5]
Chapter 253: Culling [5]
No. 120 moved through the deserters, his sword beheading one after the other.
No one could stop him, and how would they?
There was no way some Bronze or Silver Cores could stand against the might of a Platinum 4... no matter how many numbers they had.
Maybe, if all of them were some sort of geniuses in combat, then there was a chance to drain No. 120’s mana reserves before ultimately killing him.
But—
No. 120 wasn’t the only one.
Many of the soldiers followed his example, and soon the battlefield was dyed red.
With each kill, a new soul... rested in peace.
Maybe... it was a form of mercy to those that had decided to abandon D.X.
All of the deserters were being killed at a speed that was impossible for their eyes to track.
Which meant that... even when death was near them, they wouldn’t notice a thing before finally being relieved of their duties and their lives.
This time No. 120 didn’t try to keep anyone alive, as the blood of such low-ranked cultivators was entirely worthless to him.
Even if their quantity had some worth... No. 120 found drinking the blood of such peasants beneath him.
After consuming a delicacy like a Diamond 1... there was no way he would be satisfied with mere Bronze and Silver Cores.
Some among the top 200 Numbers joined the battle, while others simply watched from the side lines.
There was no need for everyone to take out their blades.
The strength of the deserters wasn’t worth their attention.
Still, there were some among the top 200, like No. 120, who enjoyed the art of killing.
Some people were built differently.
Blood was something that excited them every time they witnessed their enemies going through pain, as the blood flowed from their wounds.
The most satisfying kill was beheading their enemies, as that would lead to a fountain of blood being released in their vicinity.
When that blood landed on their faces...
The pleasure was something that couldn’t be described in words, at least for people like No. 120.
Still... it wasn’t like only the top 200 Numbers had the power to kill.
Many among the lower-ranked Numbers too got in motion, going with the flow of the chaos.
As none of them were close to the deserters, there were no regrets and no guilt to burden their minds.
And even if someone had been close to them... these criminals wouldn’t hesitate to kill them, as that was how their breed worked.
Spurt!
Another head flew in the air, as No. 121 joined his friend in the slaughter.
Even though he was a sane person... that was in comparison to No. 120.
If compared to the general public, No. 121 was crazy in his own ways, the only difference being that he wasn’t a complete lunatic.
He operated with a mind that was in line with practicality.
Analysing everything and then helping his friend in the best way possible was the duty that No. 121 had taken over his shoulders.
"You said you will let us leave! What the fuck—"
"You talk too much... peasant."
Spurt!
No. 120’s blade flashed across the Bronze Core’s neck, as his head was soon decapitated.
Thud!
The lifeless body of the victim dropped to the ground, making the other soon-to-be victims widen their eyes in realization.
They were going to be the next—
Spurt!
Spurt!
Spurt!
Spurt!
Even before they could process their thoughts, their heads rolled on the ground, creating multiple fountains of red...
No. 120 on his part stood near the fountains, letting his body be cleansed of all... dirt.
Though his style was questionable... its effects were clearly visible, as the deserters began to run across the area, trying to flee from the madman’s grasp.
But—
Spurt!
It wasn’t like No. 120 was the only madman.
"Hehe... I! Need! More!"
Spurt!
No. 900, the one who had tried to rape Sasha but was restricted by time, moved through the bodies that fell on the ground with a thud.
His declaration was soon met with retaliation, as among the deserters there were some who were skilled in combat... at their own levels.
Though... it was debatable whether their skills were effective against No. 900, who got behind the deserter before biting a huge chunk of flesh from his neck.
"AAARRRGHHH! Fucker—"
Spurt!
"It’s bad manners to curse at others."
Wiping his mouth with the dead man’s shirt, No. 900 loosened the grip on his sword.
For his entire life... this was what he had been wanting to enjoy.
Chaos... unrestrained chaos, with no rules and no boundaries.
No authorities to arrest him, nor any upholders of justice to teach him the basics of morality and... humanity.
This was what No. 900 had always desired.
Leaving aside the top 200 Numbers, No. 900 was one of the first to bond himself with the culling device.
His life had always been filled with danger, so giving it into the hands of others wasn’t really a big deal for him, considering everything that he could do while staying with them...
No. 900 turned his gaze to the stage, where the top leadership of D.X. stood, watching the chaos unfold before them.
They didn’t stop anyone, and why would they?
After all, this very chaos was something that they desired... and No. 900 shared their beliefs.
Giving a broad smile, with his lips reaching his ears... No. 900 began his slaughter again.
He would not be left behind—
Spurt!
"Six!"
Spurt!
"Seven!"
His madness had no end.
Some were enjoying the chaos, while others were analysing it, and No. 8 was one of them.
No. 8 observed the chaos around him with a neutral face, not reacting in the slightest.
He wasn’t a combatant, so there was no need for him to participate in the slaughter, and even if he had specialized in combat... seeing the level of participation, it was debatable whether additional soldiers were needed, as the slaughter was reaching its peak with the ones that had already participated in the chaos.
"Is it fun?"
No. 5 stood beside No. 8, his hands in his pockets, as he scanned the surroundings to see whether someone needed any help. But—
The soldiers were more than enough to kill some weaklings who hadn’t even reached the Gold Core.
"It’s alright."
No. 8 answered in a plain tone, though his eyes smiled at the end.