I apologize to all of you. Originally, I didn't want to write such a long story. At most, it would be a dozen chapters. I only wanted to explain the origin of the Flood.
As I was writing, I was controlled by Yuri. You can't blame me for that.
From the very beginning, I wanted to write a purely dark story without so many annoying vultures, viruses, and cockroaches. Those of you who have read my previous novels, such as [Demon Arms Merchant] and [Doomsday Rising Dragon], might still remember that I used to like stories with twisted morals, depraved humanity, and dark despair.
However, now that I'm older, I can't stand the complete darkness anymore. I don't want to say that the ending is bright, but at least I want to leave a glimmer of hope. That's why a certain someone came in.
If you don't want to see a certain someone and want a no horse — ptui — dehydrated version, please ignore the part where a certain someone appeared. That will be the original Legend of the Black Wasteland, the origin of the Flood Lord.
I wanted to stop here, but many of my friends in the book review section said that the origin of the Flood was still unclear, and that there were still many things that I didn't explain. After thinking about it, I thought that it made sense. Then, I'll just write two short stories. Most of them are one or two chapters long, and I'll finish them in one or two days.
Also, this time, I'll write one chapter a day and try my best to come up with a new book … Even if I'm itching to smash my keyboard and jump off a building, I'll … uh, I hope so!
Let's not waste time. Please enjoy the second story, Revenge.
…
* Boom! *
Hundreds of rocket launchers that had been modified by doomsday technology to be ten times more powerful than cruise missiles shook the outer walls of the ancient palace. Dozens of rapid-fire autocannons that were roaring to the heavens instantly went out of action, turning into burning scrap metal that scattered everywhere.
The rhythm of the firepower coverage was interrupted. A large number of light tanks and higher-level weapons took this opportunity to swarm in through the gaps. They gathered into a steel tide and marched toward the main body of the royal palace.
As far as the eye could see, the entire St. Petersburg was shrouded in smoke and black fog. The former capital of the Russian Empire and the current power center of the broken earth had turned into a blazing Shura slaughterhouse.
The defenders were still determined. A large number of brainwashed fanatical soldiers, genetically modified orcs who were like human tanks, virus snipers who hid in the dark and used special biochemical bullets, neuro-assault vehicles, mind-control tanks, and the ubiquitous psionic control towers formed an impenetrable defense.
When the steel tide of the attackers recklessly stepped into the blessed and cursed palace, they were either surrounded by countless fanatical brainwashed soldiers, torn apart by the Berserk Orcs, devoured by the Biohazard Plague, or captured by the Mind Control Tanks and Mind Control Towers. Their minds went blank, and they were transformed into members of the defenders.
At first glance, it was as if the more the defenders fought, the more courageous they became.
However, the attackers had the absolute advantage in numbers and were advancing toward the royal palace from three directions. There was a limit to the number of psionic control tanks. This determined that the scales of victory slowly tilted toward the attackers. It also meant that the defenders were getting closer and closer to the abyss of destruction.
The light tanks that broke into the royal palace first were only used to deplete the number of psionic control tanks of the defenders. When most of the psionic control tanks and psionic control towers reached the limit of control, beams of destructive death light appeared outside the royal palace. They swept and raged, refracted, diffracted, and split. A large number of defenders, tanks, rapid-fire cannons, and psionic control towers were shrouded in the dazzling light of death.
Not to mention, with the ominous roar of thunder and lightning in the sky, the super aerial fortresses enhanced by doomsday technology were slowly but unstoppably advancing toward the palace.
Everyone knew that once these aerial fortresses advanced directly above the royal palace, everything would be over!
Almost all of the defenders' anti-air firepower points were drowned by the attackers' steel tide.
Only a few dozen laser UFOs that looked like flying saucers barely took off to carry out the anti-air strike mission that they were not good at.
But from the rear of the attackers, countless rocket soldiers immediately surged out and entangled the laser UFOs of the defenders, not allowing them to get close to the precious super aerial fortresses.
The rocket soldiers of the former "agreement" and the super aerial fortresses of the former "alliance" cooperated skillfully. Together, they sounded the death knell of the defenders.
Deep inside the royal palace.
A bald old man stood with his hands behind his back. He stared at everything with an expressionless face. He stared at … the gradual collapse of his empire.
The old man's face was old, his eyes were deep, and he had a rather elegant goatee. He had the power of a superior, the wisdom of an explorer, and the piety of a believer. In the eyes of many followers, he was an out-and-out "god"!
However, at this moment of desperation, even a true god would fall under the rumbling cannon fire of the human's will!
"Sir, sir!"
One of his senior staff officers rushed over from the communication room. "Thirteen of the eighteen regions of St. Petersburg have completely fallen. The Western Front has also collapsed. General Konev betrayed you and announced that his troops will no longer accept the orders of the 'Earth Reconstruction Committee.' They have completely fallen into the arms of the so-called 'Earth Council!'"
The bald old man's eyes flickered. Purple veins appeared on his forehead and the back of his hands. Anger and frustration flashed across his face.
"St. Petersburg has completely fallen into the hands of the rebels. We won't be able to hold on for long."
The senior staff officer didn't have time to observe the situation and continued to plead, "It's time to retreat, Mr. Chairman. While the Eastern European Homeland Air Defense Forces are still in our hands, almost all the troops are ready to move. They will be bewitched by the rebels at any time. If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"
"You mean —"
The bald old man finally got angry. A purple light flashed in his eyes. He stared at the senior staff officer, "Will we fail?"
"… No."
The senior staff officer's expression suddenly changed from panic to confusion, then from confusion to determination, and finally from determination to fanaticism. "Victory belongs to the Reconstruction Committee. Victory belongs to Yuri Aiken. Aiken! "
He howled like a beast.
Boom!
Unfortunately, the rumbling sound of cannon fire in front of him was not under the bald old man's control. The entire Royal Palace shook.
"Sir!"
Another officer covered in blood retreated from the line of fire, leaving a long trail of blood behind him. "Not good —"
Before the last word could be completely uttered, he had already dashed to the front of the bald old man. Suddenly, he pulled out a modified high-power pistol from his arms like lightning and aimed it at the bald old man's forehead.
Unfortunately, a strange force controlled every strand of his nerves. He didn't even have the strength to blink or pull the trigger. It was as if he was locked in place by invisible shackles.
"Idiot."
The bald old man said contemptuously, "Even you want to betray me? Do you even have the qualifications to betray me?"
"Haha, hahahaha!"
Seeing that the assassination failed, the officer simply laughed out loud, "Listen, listen to the rumbling sound of cannon fire outside, Yuri Aiken. Aiken, it's time for you to die! "
"Why, why did you betray me?"
The bald old man — Yuri Aiken? Narrowing his eyes, Aiken gnashed his teeth and asked, "It was I who saved the broken Earth. It was I who saved the civilization that was about to be destroyed. It was I who united the forces of the 'Alliance' and the 'Pact' and established the 'Earth Reconstruction Committee' on the basis of the two organizations. It was I who healed the differences between the underground races and the radiation race and brought lasting peace! I am the savior of Earth, the guardian of civilization, the father and the sun of mankind! Why, you ungrateful, idiotic guys, how dare you betray me! "
"You still don't forget to brag about yourself at this point, Yuri Aiken? Aiken, you are truly disgusting! "
The officer was not scared at all. He burst into laughter. "On the surface, you united the 'Alliance' and the 'Pact', established a global unified government, and are the hero and savior of mankind. But in secret, you secretly established 'Camp X' and other illegal and evil laboratories, conducted bloody and cruel live experiments, and created countless genetic weapons and biochemical weapons. You even extended your claws into the noblest mind of mankind, trying to establish a super mind-control device and turn all mankind into your slaves!
"What a shame, and what a fortune. You were one step away from success, Yuri Aiken. Your true face has been completely exposed to the world, and all your scandalous deeds have been exposed to the world! Your secret base and your super mind-control device have been destroyed by us. An inhumane demon like you is not qualified to be the leader of mankind at all. Your only ending is to be judged by cannonballs, electromagnetism, and death rays! "
"Pa!"
The officer's head completely exploded after he spat out the last word.
Yuri Aiken? Aiken moved his fingers and flicked the headless body dozens of meters away.
Boom!
Another earth-shattering sound rang out. This time, it was a self-destructing truck originally developed by the "Alliance" and enhanced by doomsday technology. It broke into the most densely packed area of the defenders and blew up everything within a hundred meters into the air.
Yuri? Aiken's eyebrows trembled because of the explosion.
He stood there gloomily for half a minute before he finally turned around and walked toward the secret passage behind the palace.
Ten minutes later, a fully-armed fleet of armored vehicles left the palace in a hurry under the protection of a large number of followers. They rushed toward the only direction that was heavily guarded and had not yet been attacked by the attackers.
Yuri? Aiken received the latest bad news from all over the world on the armored vehicle.
The 'Earth Reconstruction Committee' that he built with his life's work had been stripped of its legitimacy and replaced by a force called the 'Earth Council'.
He himself, on the other hand, was convicted of twenty-three heinous crimes including "treason" and "crimes against humanity" under the accusation of abundant corroborating blood evidence.
Treason?
That was ridiculous. The only country on Earth was built by him with his hard work. What kind of country did he betray?
This was not a trial of justice, it was just an ugly coup, an ungrateful betrayal, and a shameful plot by an ambitious schemer who hid deeper than him!
However, he had not failed yet.
He still had secret bases in Oceania, Antarctica, and the underground of the Arctic ice cap. He also had a large number of loyal followers, including the moon base that was under development. As long as he could escape from St. Petersburg, which was being besieged by the rebels, he would win the final victory!
Thinking of this, Yuri? Aiken opened the secret communication line to the airport.
"Wanzanghai, what's the situation at the airport?"
Yuri? Aiken said in a deep voice, "I want to take off in five minutes!"
"Don't worry, my teacher."
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