Chapter 8 And You Think You Know the Art of Death
Debris flow. The so-called debris flow. A simple natural disaster caused by the extensive buildup and movement of water and soil. The unending mixture of mud, water, and rocks can swallow any obstacle on its way and make itself stronger than before. This exponential growth of power carries the sign of death into the layers after layers of soldiers.
Gas can be easily superimposed in certain spaces, and this phenomenon can eventually become the incentive to its own explosion. The geography of the Elder Basin ensures the inescapability for the gas itself, and thus creates a giant greenhouse for the storage of all of the trapped air inside. The complex geography creates an isolated ground – a small gas explosion will result in a chain reaction of endless explosions.
When the quantity of inflammables in the air accumulates to a certain extent, a little bit of flame can result in a rage of fire. Due to the burning pollution generated by the burning impurities, this forest fire is not killing everyone with its unbearable temperature, but its poisonous carbon monoxide.
This is the primary objective of Hei's hypothesis.
Completely enough to slaughter the lines after lines of officials waiting for their non-existent targets.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM…
The indescribable sound charges downward to annex everything on its way, while the confused soldiers are still too distracted by the countless explosions and the breath-hindering poison.
"Hey… Did you hear that?" an experienced officer looks at his subordinate.
"Yes, sir. But… what is that?"
Standing in this harsh environment, breathing can be extremely difficult, but the subordinate still managed to answer the question.
Soon, the answer is revealed.
Because the debris flow has arrived.
"Ahhhhh!"
Screams after screams penetrate through the atmosphere, but they are immediately replaced by the sound of the thundering rocks.
"What the hell is that?!"
The subordinate manages to shout out his inner most reaction while watching his chief being killed by a rolling rock. The rock smashes against the grown man's head, completely crashing his skull, and the dead man's brain splashes everywhere.
Before the subordinate can think of anything else to say, he, too, is on the way to hell.
The rolling debris crashes into the empire troops, killing hundreds and hundreds of men in each second. Due to the structured formation of the soldiers, ten thousand fatalities are achieved in just a few minutes.
Similar to all the other soldiers, the surviving ones at the back of the formation are also scared to death; however, they are not moving an inch as if they are permanently stuck on their positions.
"Tch, as soldiers of the empire, how can all of you show such embarrassing weakness?"
The empire troops separate into two factions, while the blue-haired maiden walks calmly out of the formations. Her facial expression suddenly turns into a devilish smirk.
Just as Moses splitting the Red Sea, Esdeath walks up to the ongoing debris flow with a complete sense of confidence.
"Floods? Rocks? Debris flow? Freeze to the core in front of me!"
In an instant, the air temperature drops to that of the ice age. Frost begins to form on the tips of the weapons the soldiers are holding.
From the middle of the debris flow, the ice spreads like a contagious disease, freezing the entire natural disaster in a matter of few seconds.
"So… how many soldiers did we lose?"
General Esdeath turns around to look at Liver, who is viewing this instance with his full respect.
"About twelve to thirteen thousand troops are lost in the debris flow, general. We are completely unaware and therefore not prepared for this natural disaster."
"That's enough, Liver. The weak does not need any excuses. Death is the ultimate destiny for all those who are not strong enough… however, this natural disaster… hmm…"
Eyeing through what's remained of the Elder Basin, the previous heavy fog has disappeared completely, the only thing that is left are the giant ice caps and the route to where the debris flow began.
"Oh, there you are."
A smile forms upon the maiden's face.
"Using five hundred soldiers to destroy ten thousand troops… who is this person?"
…
"Interesting."
…
"Interesting."
Hei looks at the ice caps from outside of the Elder Basin, and walks toward the other side of the mountains with a chain of deep thoughts.
"Power Level: S. Extremely dangerous. If this is the work of a contractor, then the best option is to avoid any potential contact."
Walking out of the forest, a picture of a large city in the distance comes into his view.
"So, this is the capital."
Putting on his glasses carefully, Hei slowly walks toward the destined city.
