The Battle of Hakal (Part Two)

Crunch, crunch! The Middle East battlefield was filled with the horrific sounds of chewing and the screams and wails of surviving Middle East Soldiers.

Whether it was luck or not, Sibil's uncle didn't notice his poor nephew immediately after transforming into Titan. Instead, the seriously injured Soldiers he had kicked away earlier attracted the Blood Titan's attention.

Perhaps stimulated by the smell of blood, the ferocious Titan grabbed the remaining half of the Middle East Soldiers's body and stuffed it into his unrecognizable mouth.

The last weak cry for help from the Middle East Soldiers, barely clinging to life, did not escape his throat until the Titan's teeth crushed his head.

Sibil turned around and ran away frantically, using both hands and feet. He had no thoughts left in his mind; he was only running away instinctively. His brain seemed to be frozen. He had forgotten all about his uncle, the Middle East, Far East.

The position had become a living hell. Sibil crawled out of the trench in a sorry state and ran towards the dark mass of the Far East Army in front of the position.

Then, shortly after Sibil fled the position, his uncle, who had transformed into Titan, suddenly froze in his chewing motion. Then his massive body began to undulate, like boiling water, his skinless muscles twisting and writhing in a bizarre manner.

Crimson liquid seeped from the Titan's muscles, and billowing steam rose from its body as it let out a Titan roar, "Awooo!!!"

Bang! The next second, the ugly Titan's body collapsed with a crash. Its massive body became incredibly fragile in an instant. Half of its body shattered into a pile of indistinct pieces of flesh the moment it hit the ground, just like tofu.

The same was true for the hundreds of Titan on the Middle East battlefields. One after another, after slaughtering the humans around them, the Titan suddenly lost their ability to move, fell to the ground and smashed into pieces. The Titan that had been hastily transformed were also hastily smashed into steam.

Sibil kept running, not daring to stop for even a moment. His chest felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, a dull and painful sensation. His lungs were protesting desperately, and the muscles in his legs were on the verge of collapse, emitting excruciating pain. But Sibil still dared not stop.

She didn't know how long or how far she had run, all that Sibil could hear was his own panting, like a broken bellows, and her vision was blurred, as if it had been Marcel.

Finally, Sibil stumbled and fell to the ground. He tripped over a stone, and the fall left him too weak to get up. Lying on the sand, Sibil felt his heart pounding violently, as if it couldn't wait to leave his chest.

After an unknown amount of time, Sibil felt the earth tremble, and a pebble ten centimeters from his nose bounced up and hit him in the face.

Sibil struggled to sit up in astonishment, and then he saw a scene before him that would shake him for the rest of his life.

With the roar of machinery and the grinding of tracks, dozens of ferocious steel beasts slowly advanced across the land, their massive size seemingly capable of cramming dozens of Sibil inside.

The Iron Monster rumbled forward on unprecedentedly long wheels, traversing the sandy terrain that would have been impassable for a car with ease. What was that long steel pipe? Was it a cannon barrel? But why was it so thick? Why was the Cannon moving on its own?

Sibil stared blankly at the Iron Monster that were getting closer and closer to him. At the same time, he also noticed that behind each Iron Monster were countless fully armed Soldiers.

These Soldiers wore long black Trench Coats, black helmets with domed tops, carried firearms that Sibil had never seen before, carried military bags on their backs, and each Soldiers wore a strange mask.

Sibil was utterly bewildered, but he knew it must be an army from the Far East, Far East people! At this point, Sibil stopped thinking about anything else; the idea of fighting for the Middle East had completely vanished from his mind. Now, the only thought in his mind was to survive.

With her last ounce of strength, Sibil raised her hands and let out a final, hoarse roar, "I surrender! I surrender!" Surrender, and he wouldn't have to die; he could go back to see his mother. Thinking of her family, a glimmer of hope flickered in Sibil's eyes.

Then, bang bang bang! A tongue of fire erupted from the muzzle of the gun held by the Far East Soldiers at the forefront of the Sibil's body was immediately pierced by dozens of bullets like a rag doll, collapsing helplessly to the ground.

Even in death, Sibil's eyes held a glimmer of hope for life.

Dozens of armored vehicles, referred to as Tank, and several hundred Far East Soldiers slowly advanced towards the Middle Eastern Army's positions.

Until the Far East Army reached the Middle Eastern Army's position, not a single Middle East Soldiers fired a shot in response, because the Middle East position had become synonymous with hell. Human limbs and severed bodies were everywhere, and the steam from the shattered bodies of hundreds of Titan, stained with human blood, permeated the entire position like a blood mist.

A few ferocious Blood Titan were still roaring on the scattered positions, their twisted bodies crawling towards the Far East Army that showed signs of life.

The Far East commander's expression was hidden behind his gas mask, but with a wave of his arm, hundreds of Far East Soldiers immediately sprang into action.

Dozens of Tank turned their guns around, and boom! boom! boom! The booming sound from the thick cannons was like thunder.

Dozens of shells struck the few remaining Blood Titan, Titan Transformation them into dust before they even reached their destination.

Hundreds of Far East Soldiers also spread out, each holding the latest submachine guns from Louis Armory, and without hesitation pulled the trigger on any Middle East Soldiers who still showed signs of survival.

The black military uniforms worn by Far East people are like the robes of Death God, bringing endless fear and death to the Middle Easterners.

Meanwhile, another group of Far East Soldiers, carrying large packs and wearing black gloves, were collecting round iron cans from the battlefield. Even they, the Far East themselves, were extremely cautious and fearful of those cans that emitted a green terror that could turn people into Titan.

Even with the utmost caution, accidents can still happen. A Far East Soldiers screamed and fell to the ground as Crimson Lightning tore through his black uniform.

But faced with dozens of well-prepared Tank, they couldn't stir up even a ripple.

As the Middle Easterners on the position were cleared out and the metal cans were collected, the Far East Soldiers finally removed their gas masks, looking with lingering fear at the horrific scene left by the Middle Easterners.

The leading Far East Officer removed his mask, a hint of worry showing on his weathered face. He didn't know how his country had developed such a terrifying weapon. Legend had it that only Eldians could transform into Titan, so what were these Middle Easterners, and Soldiers from even earlier countries, all of them?

"Master, what exactly is that thing?" Bill asked hesitantly in the Laboratory.

Ebson gave a cruel smile and replied, "A good tool for eliminating inferior humans."