Chapter 7 What It Means to Have a Superhuman Mind
The massacre begins.
The Law of the Jungle states that weaklings are only destined to death. This is war, a war that puts the period in the biographies of everyone who is weak. How does the revolutionary army survive throughout the years with only a tiny portion of the empire's strength? Strategy determines results. It doesn't matter what period it is – the strong always wins with their power, the weak always wins with their wit. Only with a clever mind can the weak hold onto that impossible side of victory, and history proves as much.
In essence, if the strength of one is not able to destroy everything, then there is always an intellect able to exterminate the strong in the back stage.
Basin, western side.
The empire troops are enclosing the revolutionary army from every direction as wolves circling upon their prey.
"I hope Hei is not overestimating this small device of his…" General Hector takes out the container from his pocket, eyeing the orange liquid inside.
"Wait… What is that smell…"
Turning his body 180 degrees, what comes into the general's view can instantly trigger a heart attack. Holding onto his posture, the general's face suddenly becomes as pale as the snow in early January.
A sea of fire.
The forest is burning.
What just happened?!
.…..
"Why? Why are you doing this? Why are you betraying us?"
The lucky spear soldier just woke up to find all of his comrades scattered around on the ground, dead.
Observing the burning forest in from of him, Hei slowly turns around. With the light of the fire creating the hollowing shadow on the ground, the emotionless face only adds a layer of terror to his picture.
"Foolishness. Instead of wasting your energy and getting my attention, you should have focused on how to escape from the current situation."
Walking step by step, Hei slowly approaches the man on the ground. With each step Hei takes, the temperature in the soldier's heart drops a few degrees – death is not frightening, but the process of waiting for one's death can eventually break a man's mental barrier.
Hei has retrieved all of his clothes and equipment before he set the fire burning through the forest. With his black robe wobbling by the burning flame's changing air currents, Hei looks like the emissary of death itself.
Noticing the fear approaching him, the soldier is torn between his two options – death by this devil in front of him, or death by escaping into the burning forest.
"I guess I don't have any other choice…"
Gritting his teeth, the lucky survivor dashes into the sea of flames.
"Escaped? Incompetent choice. Possibility of survival is lower than ten percent."
Turning back to face the cave in front of him, Hei slowly disappears into the field of darkness.
…
On the western side of the giant rock, the soldiers are engulfed by the burning forest around them. General Hector is locked in a tight situation right now.
"Shall I use this device? The empire troops may have attacked Hei's position already… but, if I don't use it…"
Looking at the orange liquid again, the general starts to consider his options.
However, his time clearly runs short as two words were shouted behind him.
"Enemy attack!"
It is obvious that his opponents will not allow him the time to decide.
Sighing heavily, he decides to speak to his followers with a tone of resignation.
"There is no way out for us anymore. Our honor will most likely be the last thing we can cherish on this battlefield. Now, this is the device Hei has given us. Use it or not, I leave the option to all of you."
"F*ck this sh*t! I still have a wife! I haven't seen her in five years!"
"I don't want to die here!"
"Damn it! I don't care anymore! I will do anything to live through this hell!"
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There is a limit of pressure every man is able to handle. When you surpass that limit, no matter how tough you are, you will eventually break down.
"So be it."
General Hector takes a deep breath, and looks at the flaming forest for the last time. The smoke causes the air to be harder to breathe, and he is already battling with his own respiratory system.
Determined to fight until the last blood, he firmly and quickly shakes the container.
HISS! CRACK!
Burning flame immediately covers his arms, the fire quickly climbs up his body, burning the shocked general alive.
"HEI! YOU SON OF A…"
Before he can finish his sentence, the fire has already skyrocketed.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG…
When the chemicals inside the bottle come to contact with the air, the atmosphere seems boiled to its highest limit, and then, just before anyone recovers themselves from what happened just now, the compound exploded!
Every single explosion covers at least a spherical space with a radius of five meters, and they are spreading in an incredible rate. Within a few seconds, hundreds of soldiers are no more.
At the same time, oxygen is just like the gasoline for this chemical compound, because when the explosions started a few seconds ago, the air also started its process of inflammation.
No matter who you are, what you are, revolutionary soldiers, empire soldiers, animals, plants… Fire has engulfed the entire basin in a few minutes. Explosions are still continuing, taking lives after lives without a single sense of remorse or hesitation.
Chaos! Complete chaos!
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"The chaos of order represents the collapse of the system. Due to the sealed compound and the high degree of air impurity in the atmosphere, the final stage of the hypothesis should begin in a few seconds."
Walking casually inside the cave, Hei turns around and looks toward his entrance in the distance.
"The work is finished. Staying is illogical, departure should proceed immediately."
…
BOOM!
With the giant explosion at the other side of the forest, something is triggered by this natural disaster…
This is…
Debris flow!