Chapter 146 Sorting Out the Harvest <TOC> Chapter 148 Savior
Translator: SumTLMan
The Orissa jurisdiction, a small area that has recently experienced a series of disasters. The former security officer went mad and killed all the members of the Pancaya Council. The new security officer, upon taking office, executed the priest in the jurisdiction’s town of Orin.
As expected by the townspeople, chaos erupted that day, with several substitute councilors claiming that the new security officer was an imposter disguised as a marauder.
After that, the matter became somewhat taboo. Five substitute councilors led a group of people out of the town to hunt down the fake security officer. Powerful councilors like Susanto, Sharuva, and Selim never returned, and their gunmen were all wiped out.
Since then, the Orissa jurisdiction has been living without a security officer. What puzzled the townspeople was that the surviving Elino and Tabor councilors never applied for a new governor from the Avonigda city.
The rainy season was approaching, and without the Pancaya Council and security officer, it was impossible to hold the Eleven Night Festival to serve the Child of Plutonium and ignite the Plutonium Fire that could drive away the descenders.
When the monsoon winds dispersed the radioactive dust and the invaders reappeared on the wasteland, no one in the entire Orissa jurisdiction would be able to survive.
But the people of Orissa jurisdiction no longer had the luxury to worry about the rainy season, as the wolf cubs of the marauders’ city of Raginbeard had heard about the weak armed forces in the jurisdiction.
The Blue Blood Gang set their sights on this piece of fat meat.
Impoverished farmers could be sold as slaves, craftsmen could be bought by the rulers of Raginbeard, and wealthy landowners and businessmen were even more tempting targets.
In the eastern part of Orissa jurisdiction, the owner of Nagan Farm got wind of the situation early and prepared to flee with his property. He even spent a fortune hiring security contractors, only to be caught squarely by the Blue Blood Gang.
The next day, there were more than twenty hideous heads outside the town of Orin.
Fear enveloped the entire Orissa jurisdiction, with settlements being constantly looted and burned to the ground.
Everyone who tried to escape from the Orissa jurisdiction had their heads chopped off and hung on the branches of a white sandalwood tree outside Orin. The Blue Blood Gang turned the Orissa jurisdiction into a pigsty, methodically slaughtering the fat pigs in the jurisdiction.
The captured slaves were herded like livestock in wooden enclosures, with excrement covering the ground and a foul smell permeating the air. The slaves’ faces were numb, and in just two short days, life had lost all hope.
The marauders of the Blue Blood Gang vented their animal desires on the women among the slaves, brutally executing those who showed any resistance.
Slaves who showed signs of weakness or illness were executed on the spot to prevent the spread of disease to others.
Two marauders carried a large pot of swill over and poured it directly into the enclosure. The slaves in the enclosure immediately scrambled to fight for food.
The swill was not enough to fill all the slaves, and those who couldn’t get food would be eliminated due to the weakness caused by hunger.
The marauders in the camp laughed loudly, watching their fellow humans in the enclosure eat like pigs and dogs. After three days of selection, only the surviving slaves would be sent back to Raginbeard.
The leader of the Blue Blood Gang, Jolly, sat on a carpet, with a silver plate in front of him filled with an abundance of food.
He was a tall and burly Anglo-Saxon man with pale skin, nearly two meters tall, and his bulging muscles stretched his training clothes tight, covered with thick body hair. A ferocious, indigo scar adorned his left cheek.
This was the origin of the Blue Blood Gang.
Jolly was devouring a huge roast leg of Brahman beef. The leg wasn’t completely cooked, and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.
The Blue Blood Gang was considered a medium-sized gang in Raginbeard. Jolly was a fourth-level enhancement awakener, practicing the White Elephant’s Great Strength. Stimulated by the energy, his body continuously expanded, becoming incredibly strong.
He had once torn a security officer in half alive and drenched himself in the blood. Even other predators feared his brutality.
Apart from Jolly, the Blue Blood Gang also had a psychic awakener who was responsible for transforming and training slaves, and a manipulation awakener who controlled the stolen power armor.
It was their confidence in their strength that allowed the Blue Blood Gang to linger in the Orissa jurisdiction.
After gnawing the beef leg clean, Jolly let out a satisfied burp and grabbed a pig’s head to devour. The White Elephant’s Great Strength required a lot of energy consumption, so Jolly was always hungry. No one dared to disturb him while he was eating.
A female slave struggled to carry a large silver plate, placing the roasted suckling pig in front of Jolly. But she was too hungry, and the pig was too heavy. Accidentally, the pig slipped from the silver plate and rolled a few times on the wool blanket.
The color drained from the already pale face of the female slave at a visible rate. She trembled all over, trying to say something but only managed to make a clattering sound with her teeth.
Jolly’s large palm, like a fan, reached for the maid’s head, intending to crush her skull.
At that moment, a hand grabbed his wrist, and the air fluctuated, revealing the figure of a Xia person. His grip was like a vise, and even though Jolly exerted all his strength, his face bulging with veins, his arm still couldn’t move forward even a tiny bit.
His wrist was hurting.
“Who… are… you?” Jolly asked through gritted teeth, struggling to get the words out.
“Li Mu, the local security officer.”
Li Mu’s mouth curled up. Although he was also exerting force, he appeared much more relaxed than Jolly.
Jolly had cultivated the White Elephant’s energy to an extremely high level, and the energy manifested externally. His left arm, as thick as Li Mu’s thigh, emitted a faint white psychic energy.
“I will tear you apart!”
Li Mu felt the struggling force in his hand rising sharply, so he simply let go.
Jolly, being a seasoned fighter, would not lose his balance so easily. Instead, he took advantage of the situation and aimed a shoulder strike at Li Mu.
Under the terrifying force, this collision was like a landslide. If hit directly, an ordinary Awakener of the same level would definitely not have a single intact bone left in their body.
Li Mu discreetly kicked Jolly’s leg, instantly neutralizing his powerful strike.
Jolly felt as if his right leg had been hit by an iron rod, with a sharp pain piercing his heart. His circulating psychic energy instantly dissipated. Before he could regain his composure, he was punched in the abdomen.
The punch hammered Jolly so hard that he almost spewed his internal organs out of his mouth.
His massive body bent like a live shrimp, violently retching, and blood trickled from his mouth and nose.
The indigo scar on his face became even more blue-purple due to the congestion.
Chapter 146 Sorting Out the Harvest <TOC> Chapter 148 Savior