I Am Extraordinary Alone-Chapter 617 - 615: Slaughter Operation

The million-strong army had been inside the red territory for over four days, with a two-day journey still ahead to reach Re’ermai. The vast convoy, composed of thousands of troop carriers and trucks, resembled a mechanical serpent; chaotic yet silent, with roaring engines. But the soldiers still harbored some fear, after all, they were about to face the Pseudo-God, whose name couldn’t even be spoken.

Spencer II’s vehicle was in the middle section of the convoy, with tanks bringing up the rear and reconnaissance vehicles half a day’s journey ahead of the main group.

Along the way, they encountered many pilgrims. Most of these pilgrims came in private cars, while others were on foot.

When the army spotted these people, without exception, they would kill them on the spot. Sometimes, some of the trucks would stop so that the soldiers could rape the female adherents and brutally murder the male ones. Some pedophile soldiers unleashed their beastly desires on this red soil, not even sparing the children. Then they would incinerate both the people and their vehicles into ash.

Spencer II didn’t care about their actions. People always need to vent their anger, and fear needs to be discharged. If raping these adherents could alleviate the soldiers’ fear, then that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Besides, these adherents were traitors to humanity! Infected and transformed demons deserving of death! "Let my manhood absolve the offspring and women of demons!!"

However, what Spencer II didn’t expect was that once they started assaulting the pilgrims, the formation went from a long line to a Christmas tree structure.

Many vehicles left the convoy of their own accord to begin hunting pilgrims.

"Fuck! Captain Ka Fu! Keep your men in formation!" Spencer II cursed into the walkie-talkie.

"They are purging the pilgrimage of heretics around us, I have no criticism of that," Captain Ka Fu replied with a laugh.

"Purging my ass! You’re wasting fuel and ammunition! You’re also wasting our time! Not to mention, you’re making us vulnerable!" Spencer II was furious.

"It’s not that exaggerated, Spencer, let the boys relax a bit; they’re about to go to war with a god. They need to learn the weaknesses of this entity from the heretics," Captain Ka Fu said.

"Those dumb pilgrims can’t fly, Captain! Get your men back in line! I don’t want to say it a second time! Captain Cliff! Your troops are scattered as well!! Call them back! Come back! We are almost at Re’ermai! I don’t want to encounter It before we reach that city! Here in the desert, It could wipe us out in an instant!" Spencer II shouted into the walkie-talkie.

"Don’t be nervous, the more nervous you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes. Just vent your anger on a few heretics to calm your mind; after all, we’re here to save the world, Mr. Spencer. Not a single heretic should be spared," another commander from a small country in East Continent chimed in on the channel.

Spencer II stuck his head out of the window; the convoy had dispersed into a large group, spreading to both sides, moving further away from the main group and eventually disappearing below the horizon.

"Fuck! What kind of army is this?! Where’s the discipline!!?" Spencer II sat back inside the vehicle, somewhat displeased.

The accompanying secretary then consoled him: "Isn’t this just what armies are like? They’re nothing but knives in the hands of politicians. Besides, think about it, who joins the army? People without higher education, those with no options, what can this group understand? The officers are the same. Who would fight a war that doesn’t pay? They answered our call only because we threatened the presidents, and the military sees profit in this war."

Spencer II took out a bottle of whisky from the car’s mini-fridge and said, "Whatever, they’re just expendables. Once the fighting starts, their job will be to simply buy time with their lives! Have the hot-air balloon squad on standby at all times; I don’t want to be unprepared when It suddenly appears."

Meanwhile, Leng Kai and his group, trailing two days behind the million-man army, had already come across charred bodies and vehicles.

"What happened here?" Leng Kai leaned out to take photos of the wreckage.

"Do you think these people were pilgrims?" Wang Mingxue, who was driving, glanced back.

Leng Kai shrugged. He checked the photos on his camera and said, "They came to seek refuge with It; I don’t think It is so psychotic as to suddenly come out and burn them to death... And besides, these scorches are still fresh."

After driving for a while, they saw several more burned-out husks of vehicles. This time, Wang Mingxue simply stopped the car.

Wang Ye sat in the car and watched over it, while Leng Kai and Wang Mingxue got out and walked to the wreckage with a camera to investigate.

Leng Kai, wearing antibacterial gloves, reached out and touched a skeleton. The remains hadn’t completely burned up; flesh still clung to the bones. Lifting the black charred shell, he found red areas inside. A smear of black and red stained the fingertips of his gloves.

"They died recently, not long ago. And... it looks like they were suddenly attacked, then... tortured?" Leng Kai said, looking around.

Among the burned bodies, some lay on the ground, some lay on the hoods of vehicles, with raised buttocks and parted thighs. Leng Kai noticed some shell casings on the ground. He turned to inspect the wreckage of the vehicles, which bore rows of bullet marks. freeweɓnøvel~com

"You guessed right; they were shot to death," Leng Kai said.

"Unless the Pseudo-God kills with bullets, it wasn’t Him," Wang Mingxue said, hands on hips.

"Doesn’t matter, it’s just dogs biting dogs anyway. If that military force really managed to kill Him, that would save us some trouble," Leng Kai said.

"I sure hope He doesn’t die that easily. Otherwise, what are we doing here? And... He had someone beat me up! I can’t let that go unanswered!" Wang Mingxue said.

The two got back into the car, this time with Leng Kai driving as they set off again. Wang Ye had now assembled his rifle and was peering out the window, scanning the horizon in the southwest direction.

"What’s going on, Wang Ye?" Leng Kai asked.

"Listen, someone is approaching us," Wang Ye said.

At that moment, a small cluster of dark silhouettes appeared on the horizon.

Wang Mingxue pulled a climbing bag from the back seat and began to assemble her rifle as well.

Leng Kai, too, heard the sound of car engines and looked outside to see a convoy of four trucks.

"Military vehicles, the sound of the engines is very familiar—Federation-made Wozniack 28 transport trucks," Wang Ye said.

"The military. What do they want with us?" Leng Kai said.

"Nothing good, I fear we’ve been marked as targets for a pilgrimage," Wang Mingxue said.

"That’s trouble. You saw those remains too," Leng Kai said.

Wang Ye loaded his weapon, narrowing his eyes coldly and said, "Let them come."

"I’ll try to get some distance. If they can’t catch up, maybe they’ll give up," Leng Kai said.

Saying this, he revved the engine, trying to shake off the military vehicles.

But Wang Ye positioned his rifle at the car window, ready to open fire at any moment.