章節 30: 30: Dedicated to Lord Apocalypse
Under the concealing cover of hooded robes, Rhodes and Sig ventured incognito through the city's streets, forsaking the conspicuousness that Asgard's armor would entail.
Upon the thoroughfare, a blend of ordinary citizens and superpowered individuals, the results of Apocalypse's transformations, bustled by. Draped in resplendent armor, the latter upheld law and order, instilling trepidation in passersby.
Unfortunate pedestrians hastened to avert their gaze, affording the powered elites a wide berth, their terror evident.
Elated by their reactions, the empowered boisterously charged forward, purposefully obstructing pedestrians' paths, causing a few to stumble and flee in response.
Their cruel amusement marred the street, which seemed abandoned save for the two gloved figures shrouded in robes—Rhodes and Sig. The duo lowered their hats, obscuring their visages, weaving through the streets toward a tavern.
Inside the tavern, silence reigned. Solely two empowered figures donned in ornate armor occupied the premises.
A dark-skinned maiden, barely more than a girl, served them wheat-flavored wine.
"Esteemed power-wielders, your wine," she intoned, kneeling humbly before their table, holding the wine aloft.
"Enough! Why are you not outside paying respects to Lord Tianqi? Today marks the day of his divine grace," the monkey-faced figure barked, regarding the young woman with disdain.
"My apologies," she murmured, "My father lies gravely ill, confined to his bed. As the sole caretaker of the shop, I could not leave."
With swift severity, the monkey-faced man seized her hair, yanking her upright.
Clutching her scalp, the girl teetered, her head bowed to avoid his gaze.
"Clearly, you shun dedicating yourself to Lord Tianqi," the monkey-faced figure, Gervin, taunted her.
"Very well, Gervin." A bespectacled figure intervened, patting Gervin's hand to loosen his grip on the young woman.
"While it's true that Lord Tianqi desires youthful vitality, not all are inclined to submit. You, dear Gervin, are no exception," the bespectacled figure remarked, his demeanor kinder.
Touched by the prospect of evading a sacrificial offering to Tianqi, the young woman conveyed her gratitude wholeheartedly.
"Thank you, my lord~"
However, Gervin's gratitude remained superficial, concealing a sinister core. "Don't be naive, Gervin. You deride me overtly, yet dabble in the same maliciousness behind closed doors."
Amusement twinkled in his eyes. "Those women led wretched lives before. I provided them with a moment of solace."
The two allies exchanged a sinister laugh, revealing the depth of their depravity.
A swift movement disrupted the somber atmosphere. An icy blade materialized, then left silvery streaks in its wake, as an individual emerged between Gervin and Lister.
Raising their heads, Gervin and Lister beheld a stern-faced Rhodes, spear in hand. He cast his weapon aside, allowing a bloodstain to mar the floor beneath it.
Baffled by the sudden appearance of blood, Gervin and Lister exchanged puzzled glances.
Gervin's impulse to point at Rhodes, inquiring his intent, was arrested by a curious numbness overtaking his hands. Subsequently, searing pain enveloped his arm, accompanied by a bloodstain tracing his wrist.
Agony exploded through Gervin, who shrieked, a geyser of blood spraying from his severed wrist.
Lister attempted to react, only to find his hands unresponsive. A perplexing pain surged through his arms, resulting in the inexplicable loss of motor control.
A stinging sensation originated from his arm's base, leaving Lister unable to form a fist. His bewilderment was short-lived as the realization dawned—he had been incapacitated.
From the root of Lister's arm, a lancinating pain radiated, evolving into a bloodstain that progressively divided his body from his limbs.
"How's this possible? The incision was so seamless, I hadn't even sensed it!" Lister mused incredulously.
Lister stumbled backwards, his arms hanging limply by his side. Rhode advanced, casting Gervin a sidelong glance before flying toward the woman Lister had restrained.
Rhodes reached the woman, noting the wound on her forehead with a sense of relief; she had merely lost consciousness.
Gervin's body ignited, flames engulfing his severed wrist. The fire seared through his flesh and blood, cauterizing the wound and arresting further blood loss.
Meanwhile, a disconnected Lister writhed in torment, flames spiraling along the fracture, scalding the flesh, and clotting blood into blackened scabs.
Rhodes, unperturbed by Gervin's fiery display, hovered beside the unconscious woman, his arm supporting her. His gaze rested upon the gash on her forehead, observing that she was still alive.
Gervin, ablaze, moaned in agony, his makeshift cauterization assuaging his blood loss.
With one severed arm dangling, Lister staggered backward, only his hands touching the woman he had violated.
Rhodes brandished his spear, wielding it to cross his arms. He thrust his arm forward, casting Gervin's severed limb to the ground.
Lister glared at the bloodstains on the floor, his hands, and Rhodes' spear, disoriented by the unseen assault that had rendered him powerless.
Gervin's complexion reddened, his flesh smoldering as flames danced upon the wound's edges.
Rhodes summoned his spear, directing it toward Gervin and Lister. His eyes bore into the incapacitated duo, his silent reproach condemning their malevolence.
每周推薦票狀態
-- 推薦票
榜單 
-- 推薦票