Blood

Let's turn back time.

Kang De swiftly and decisively destroyed most of the convoy, rescuing the Myanmar mercenaries that Uncle Wang had hired. However, two SUVs managed to escape during the battle, each taking a hostage.

It was those two United Kingdom journalists who inadvertently captured the street battle in Kang De.

These two people had no connection whatsoever with Kang De, and had no obligation to save him.

But Kang De still decided to go and save them.

These mercenaries are doing the most despicable things. These two United Kingdom might be silenced. Although they have nothing to do with Kang De, being strangers is not a reason to stand by and watch them die.

Kang De's decision has a deeper meaning.

He wanted to show his own father that his son hadn't become a cold-blooded and cruel killer.

He immediately gave chase.

By this time, the two vehicles were approaching the city. The mercenaries inside were terrified. The drivers were flooring the accelerator, glancing at the rearview mirror repeatedly. They had never heard of such an enemy before; they were virtually unstoppable. After a brief engagement and heavy casualties, they had lost the courage to fight to the end.

"Don't chase me, don't chase me, don't chase me..."

The driver muttered incantations as he drove.

Shut up!

The squad's vice-captain roared angrily. The France's eyes shifted, filled with both ruthlessness and fear. He gritted his teeth, took a small, tied-up bag from a nearby box, and looked at the reporter Alina.

Alina recognized it, and tears welled up in her eyes again. "Please! No!"

Then, her mouth was gagged. The France found a belt, tied the small bag around Alina's waist, and used the walkie-talkie to contact the car behind. "Captain, I'm done! How about you?"

The voice of the officer in charge of interrogating Cole in the following car was also filled with unease and madness. "Alright! If he catches up in a bit, throw the hostages out! Listen to my orders! One by one! He won't let us go, so we'll find a way to kill him! We..."

Immediately afterward, a loud bang came from the walkie-talkie. The two people in the back seat immediately turned around and saw through the rear window that the driver's seat following behind had been smashed half flat, and blood and fragments of corpses were splattered from the shattered front window. The terrifying Superman appeared on the roof of the car, holding a sword, and with one stroke, he shattered the car's roof.

The officer's howl came through the walkie-talkie; the France had unleashed their traditional skills.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

Clearly, this China man wasn't as meticulous as the Germany. Then, the people in the car in front heard their superior's screams and watched as he was grabbed by the neck, thrown in front of the car, and used as a human brake pad.

Amidst the blood and gore, the body vanished at a visible speed.

The people in the car in front screamed, and then saw the photographer being grabbed and thrown to the side of the street. He only rolled twice on the ground and was not hurt at all. Seeing this, the people in the car in front went crazy.

The vice-captain yelled, kicking the driver's seat and roaring, "Faster! Faster! Faster!"

The driver cried out, "I've already floored the pedal! I don't want to die! I don't want to die here!"

Amid screams, the car shook violently, and then they felt the entire vehicle lift into the air, as if a giant had lifted it up and thrown it. The vehicle flipped in the air, then landed upside down and crashed heavily to the ground.

With a loud bang, the car door was ripped open, and Kang De pulled out a man from the back seat. The man was wailing and begging for mercy. With a snap, his neck was broken.

He tossed it aside and dragged it again. This time it felt soft to the touch; it was a woman, her face filthy, streaked with tears, horribly ugly, and her mouth stuffed with cloth.

These must be the two United Kingdom.

Kang De reached for the fabric and heard a piercing scream; the woman shrieked, "C-four!"

Thanks, CS!

Thanks to the many FPS games that have nurtured us!

Upon hearing this word, Kang De was not at a loss. He reacted as quickly as possible to what the other person was talking about. His mental energy instantly emanated, swirling around the woman and locking onto the C4 explosive on her back. Extraction the extraction and instantly disintegrated the detonator.

Without detonators, the powerful C4 explosive is just a lump of putty.

--etc!

His expression suddenly changed as he remembered something else. He looked back sharply and saw another United Kingdom struggling and rolling around violently, but his hands were locked in nylon clasps, and he could only look on in despair.

The next moment, Flame exploded.

An invisible shockwave swept in, and Kang De raised his wrist guards, his atmospheric shield deploying to block the onslaught of the airflow and shockwave. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and Alina cried out, "Cole!"

With a dark expression, Kang De raised his foot and kicked the overturned car, causing it to roll over and right itself.

In the back seat, a France was still frantically twisting the detonator in his hand.

The bomb on Alina's body, however, could not be detonated no matter what she did.

He saw Kang De and instinctively reached for his gun, but was grabbed and his arm was twisted and broken. The France screamed in agony. Kang De had already pulled a grenade from his body and slammed it into the man's face amidst his desperate howl, shattering his teeth and stuffing it into his mouth.

Pull open the latch.

He was kicked more than ten meters away.

Explode.

The mercenary in the co-pilot's seat tried to escape but was also shot in the head and died.

Blood and flesh were scattered across the streets, along with lingering smoke from the explosion. Screams and cries echoed from the houses on both sides. Kang De stood in the middle of the street, a woman crying beside him. The world felt both real and unreal, like a dream.

He sighed, racking his brains, but besides "It's okay," he couldn't think of anything else to comfort the other person at this moment, so he could only reach out and pat the other person's shoulder.

The foreign devil had no shame whatsoever; he immediately hugged her and wept bitterly.

Amidst the smoke and splattered blood and flesh of the battlefield, no one would harbor any romantic thoughts here. Kang De remained unmoved, half-embracing the woman, and leaning forward to check the driver's seat to see if the car could still be driven—it was time to leave.

Just then, a muffled thud and a sharp whistle came from afar.

Kang De was very familiar with that voice.

It was the sound of a mortar shell cutting through the air.

In a recent battle, Horus had bombarded the elven army with artillery fire.

His expression changed drastically. He looked up at the sky and saw dandelions blooming, with countless white plumes of smoke falling to the ground, mixed with other types of projectiles whistling down.

"Hold!"

He swept the woman up in his arms, a scroll slid from his sleeve, and a gust of wind gathered, shooting back and into the sky. Experience from the elven battlefield showed that wind magic could blow away falling phosphorus.

But the mortars landed in more than one place, not just here...

He leaped out, his Mercedes undulating along the rooftops and streets. As he turned to leap again, he looked back and saw flowers of death blooming in the sky, and flames of destruction falling continuously.

Then, the earth shook, and a fireball shot into the sky, its flames shooting out in all directions.

Like a fixed-detonation napalm bomb...

What's going on?!

Smoke, flames, screams, billowing flames—death blossomed in the civilian district, not just in one place, but engulfing the entire city. The attack wasn't just targeting this area, but the whole city...

What's going on!?

A blast of air shot out, flames erupted, and another napalm bomb exploded not far away. Screams filled the air as people ran out of the densely packed houses, crying and shouting.

Attacks continue.

Kang De turned around, grabbed Alina, and rushed towards the explosion site. He placed her against a nearby wall and patted her face. "Stay here!"

The Flame were already raging.

The viscous gasoline flowed continuously, burning and scorching everything.

Kang De ran toward the sound of screams, where women and children were still crying. Alina stared blankly around, then cried and chased after Kang De, stumbling behind Kang De.

Flame rose along the way. Kang De pressed himself against the wall and ran as fast as he could. His mental energy penetrated the Flame, Extraction their Element and gathering in his palm. The fire gradually died down. He walked through the scorching smoke field, still warm from the Flame, and found the source of the increasingly agonizing screams in a house at the end of the street.

It was a small courtyard. When the bomb exploded, napalm splashed out and started a fire. Kang De Extraction the Flame and rushed in. The fire, which water could not extinguish, was put out immediately.

But one of the burning figures was still struggling and screaming.

The napalm stuck to his body like ointment, as if it were burning forever. The man frantically patted at the Flame on his body, but the fire only grew bigger. He rolled on the ground, but the Flame didn't go out; instead, they spread all over his body. Through the Flame, the burns had turned a deep purple-brown. The accelerant in the napalm was highly toxic and had begun to corrode his entire body.

Not far away, a little girl was being held tightly in her mother's arms, calling out for her father. The mother and daughter cried out in despair, trying to approach but not daring to go forward. They were helpless and could only watch their loved one struggle in pain, crying out helplessly.

The man lying on the ground rolled and struggled desperately, howling as if he were in hell. He twisted his body violently, struggling instinctively, flinging burning oil in all directions, which was the source of the fire. Amidst the flying flames, the mother and daughter desperately dodged, refusing to leave, only able to cry helplessly...

Perhaps it was instinct, or perhaps it was something else, but the man, screaming and groaning in such agony, was completely incapable of thinking, yet he struggled desperately to move away from the mother and daughter.

A fireball flew by, and the mother instinctively dodged, but her hair was grazed, Flame almost instantly ignited.

The next moment, a chilling light flashed.

Half of his hair was cut off by the sword, preventing the Flame from spreading. Kang De turned around with his sword, looking at the struggling fire person. He could hear the cries of the mother and daughter. The person's whole body was almost burned through. Even the Extraction Flame could not accurately remove the flames, let alone the injuries... Even if all the medicines were used, they could not cure it.

He could only wail in agony here, awaiting the long march of death.

In front of his wife and daughter.

Kang De took a deep breath.

The sword's edge flashed like a shooting star.

It pierced the neck and severed the cervical vertebrae.

The struggle continued, but the pain quickly dissipated. The fire-man's body was still twitching instinctively, but his eyes cleared for a moment, glancing at Kang De before dimming again.

The cries behind me stopped for a moment, then suddenly erupted.

Kang De did not turn back.

His lips were pursed, and his hands were pale from the effort. He thought of the blood that had once stained his hands—the blood of an innocent person. He dared not turn around, dared not look into those two pairs of eyes.

Kang De closed his eyes, and the blood and fire of Glittering Sand seemed as if it were yesterday, as if it were right beside his ears.

Then he opened his eyes, strode outside, pushed off with both feet, and leaped into the air, soaring towards the direction from which the mortar had fired, his eyes sharp as swords.

He.

Mom.

Of.

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PS1: Second update... Going to sleep now.