Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

The horde of mutant beasts had been completely dismantled by the Corpse Puppet and Cloud Puppet. The battle formation from a moment ago was long gone. The mutant creatures at the edge of the battlefield, who were lucky enough to survive, wailed in an attempt to flee this bloody land but were hunted down one by one by Cloud Puppet and Corpse Puppet!

The master had said, kill them all... it means leaving no one alive.

There’s really no reason to hold back—for these brainwashed wastes, perhaps Corpse Puppet felt a twinge of guilt, but Cloud Puppet looked at them with disdain.

He upheld Wen Yu’s attitude towards this incident!

So, the massacre continued...

Fang Bai, standing atop the city, subconsciously extended his right hand and opened his palm. He was just about to persuade Corpse Puppet to show some mercy, but after seeing the thunderclouds rolling in the sky, Fang Bai swallowed his words.

He knew well the ins and outs of this incident. Although he felt uncomfortable, this matter, which began with a negotiation of three, could only end by the will of one!

So, Fang Bai fell silent, and in the communicator, Lin Haifeng was rendered speechless.

Not until the last mutant creature walked towards its death...

...

”Kala~~~”

When the final streak of thunder flashed, Corpse Puppet stood amidst the scattered remains. For some reason, despite being a creature that fed on bodies, Corpse Puppet felt a pang of disgust at that moment.

Blood plasma, shredded limbs, broken arms, internal organs...

Filthy, chaotic, nauseating...

He just breathed heavily to suppress the guilt rising in his heart. At this moment, the voice of Cloud Puppet came from the air.

”Call me if there’s anything. I’m going back to sleep first.”

To Cloud Puppet, it was an exceedingly simple battle, but not so for Corpse Puppet.

He wanted to retort, ”What the hell do you know...” but then, Corpse Puppet swallowed back the words.

What’s done is done, there’s nothing left to say.

So he turned his head and looked at the distant District 7 Outpost Base.

Before his eyes were figures standing like wooden sculptures, unwavering.

...

These gazes were complex, like knives, stabbing into Corpse Puppet’s heart.

He had never seen such expressions—each time he had acted in the past, he was met with cheers and applause, but this time, those once-admiring gazes had changed.

Changed into overwhelming mountains pressing down upon Corpse Puppet!

But he just walked into the city under these gazes, returned to his residence, and then firmly shut the door.

Conflicted? Very conflicted...

Corpse Puppet pondered alone for a long time, then revealed a bitter smile.

”Tell me, how am I any different from the mutant creatures I slaughtered?”

No response, but Corpse Puppet understood...

There really was no difference.

...

The hour Moka gave was really more than enough.

When he passed through the teleportation channel into the main battlefield, all he saw was blood and ash everywhere.

The air was silent, yet reeked of blood; the moist liquid gradually dyed his eyes red as he lifted his head and looked toward the distant District 7 Outpost Base.

There, those who came to ”watch” had long since dispersed, leaving only Fang Bai standing alone. At this moment, the two exchanged a glance and simultaneously revealed bitter smiles.

Fang Bai, Chief Commanding Officer of the Yanjing military front, and Moka, former Chief Commanding Officer of the Demigod faction—each one a high ranker! But in the greater game above, they were merely pawns at the mercy of others.

So Moka breathed heavily, suppressing his agitated emotions. He closed his eyes and walked toward District 7 Outpost Base by instinct.

He did not want to witness the dead spirits of the warriors who were once under his command.

Until the sudden tranquil silence of the surrounding wind, only then did Moka lift his head in surprise, seeing the sky once again covered with thunderclouds. Simultaneously, a mocking voice emerged from within.

”Oh? Another one who seeks death.”

As the words fell, the thunderstorm had already penetrated the void!

Moka barely had time to defend, only for two figures to abruptly stand before him. One of them waved his hand, dispersing the thunderstorm, and then an enraged voice came out of his mouth.

”Cloud Puppet, enough! Can’t you see he has no hostile intentions?”

The one speaking was Corpse Puppet, who had just briefly contemplated life, and facing the evidently furious Corpse Puppet, Cloud Puppet merely transformed into a giant of black ink-like thundercloud. This giant glanced briefly at Moka before shrugging and pouting.

”Just a joke, nothing to do otherwise...”

”You!”

Corpse Puppet immediately fell silent, and knowing Corpse Puppet’s soft spot, Cloud Puppet transformed back into a stream of air, drifting back to the District 7 Outpost Base.

At this moment, Moka finally relaxed. He looked at Corpse Puppet and Fang Bai standing in front of him and bitterly smiled.

”I’m really not one of them, do you believe me?”

Hearing this, Fang Bai merely sighed...

”Let’s go back and talk first.”

...

”So in summary, you came back this time just to find a way for those homeless warriors, right?”

Fang Bai spoke calmly, holding a cup of hot tea.

And Moka nodded gently.

”I rejected the orders of the Demigod, but my adjutant was evidently more loyal, which led to this tragedy.”

At this point, he seemed to hear Corpse Puppet’s breathing intensify slightly beside him.

”But what happened is over; the causes and consequences, true as they may be, are no longer important to me now.”

”Just now, after I refused the Demigod’s orders, a sudden idea came to mind, to organize those who don’t want to engage in internal consumption and are homeless into a purer group...”

”No superiors, no high-level interests, we will fight only for our own ideals, fight to protect.”

With these words, Corpse Puppet and Fang Bai both looked at Moka in surprise.

They hadn’t expected such thoughts to arise from the rough-and-tumble Moka.

Nonetheless, Moka merely offered a wry smile amid the attention.

”But the problem is, we need to eat... I have no way to solve the money issue, so I thought of Yanjing.”

”So... you need us to supply resources to sustain you, is that right?”

The one who said this was not Fang Bai or Corpse Puppet, but Fang Bai’s communicator.

On the communicator’s display, Lin Haifeng had already collected his prior desolated composure—all the causes and consequences of the situation, as well as the massacre scene, Lin Haifeng knew clearly. But the more tragic, the crueler it was, the more Lin Haifeng felt the need to see it through!

Thus, the communicator had not been disconnected until now... and thus, Lin Haifeng had heard Moka’s words verbatim.

Hearing this, Moka immediately looked toward the communicator, and with just one glance, he saw Lin Haifeng. Moka was about to shake his head when Lin Haifeng on the other end swiftly gave his answer.

”I agree!”