I Am Extraordinary Alone-Chapter 652 - 650: Survivor

The cold wind ravaged mercilessly.

Surrounding silence engulfed the area.

Only ruins remained of the Human Alliance Army base, with many flying swords stabbed into the ground, hacked and blasted corpses smeared onto the iron-gray floors and walls, limbs and arms peeking out from the snow.

Descendant Soldiers weaved through the piles of bodies, finishing off any Demon Marines that weren’t quite dead and using fire to burn the flesh to ash, preventing an outbreak of plague.

Two Descendant Soldiers made their way to the cliff edge of the base, peering down, they saw a tank flipped over into the frozen river below, billowing thick smoke, with a pile of human soldier corpses nearby.

One of the Descendant Soldiers opened his palm towards the bottom of the cliff, releasing a wave of fire, but their superpowers weren’t strong enough, and the flames couldn’t reach the pile of bodies below.

The two exchanged a glance and then sprouted a pair of insect wings from their backs, leaping down from the cliff.

The wings buzzed, and the Descendants landed deftly, after which the wings retracted back into their shoulder blades, and the magnetic covers on the backs of their uniforms automatically closed.

They arrived at the wreckage of the tank which had plunged down during the battle, its barrel twisted, the vehicle itself lay inverted like a flipped turtle, askew at the riverbed’s edge, its hatch open with the torso of a charred corpse half-emerging, head burned away.

The riverbed was long dried up and not very wide, roughly four or five meters across, with a height slightly over two meters, thick snow ice had built up in the stream, under which was hard permafrost.

One of the Descendant Soldiers checked the tank turret’s hatch, kicking the charred corpse with a foot, ensuring it was thoroughly dead before feeling at ease. The other combed through the pile of ordinary soldier corpses, with several drag marks in the snow. They counted carefully, over twenty in total, and from the trail on the ground, it looked like someone had deliberately stacked them up.

This heightened the alertness of one of the Descendant Soldiers who signaled his comrade with a glance. They moved closer together, back to back, inching slowly, and found a large-caliber rifle and a discarded upper body armor of the Demon Marine Corps near the back end of the tank.

This armor was severely torn, with a large cut at the waist, seemingly pierced by Cha Na’s flying sword. The chest plate bore dents and black scrapes from bullets and a significant bloodstain on the left shoulder, where the pauldron was chopped off by more than half, suggesting the wearer was targeted by concentrated fire and had no choice but to jump off the cliff.

However, the body of the Demon Marine wasn’t nearby.

The two Descendant Soldiers saw no footprints on the snow and judging by the large frame of the Demon Marines, if this person had survived and already escaped, it would be quite difficult to completely erase their tracks, regardless of their efforts.

After looking around thoroughly, with one in front and the other behind, their vision offering no blind spots, and given the narrow, cramped space, the Descendants surmised that the Marine might have risked climbing up the riverbank, fleeing towards the frozen forest and foothills. They prepared to signal the other troops.

Just then, one of the Descendants felt a chill beneath him.

An arc blade emerged from the snow, plunged right into the middle, a quick slice, and a mass of intestines suddenly spilled out. But the blade didn’t stop there; a burly arm burst through the snow, pushing the knife upward, driving it deep into the chest cavity.

Three-quarters of a second later, another descendant turned its head only to feel something from the snow grab onto its ankle. In an instant, it was yanked down into the snow as a colossal figure rose, hefting the body of the previous Descendant Soldier on its shoulder, shrugged, and flung it more than two meters away. The giant figure shook the blood off the blade with its left hand, pinned the descendant’s head beneath with the right, and with a downward slice, severed the arm wielding a rifle.

The Descendant Soldier struggled, wings sprouting from its back. The colossal figure, with a backhand grip on the knife, pressed it down on the soldier’s back. With a heavy, forceful right fist, it hammered four times at the back of the Descendant’s head, splitting the skull. With a fierce pull of the knife, it sliced the upper body open by a third, and then, the right hand reached into the wound, tearing out a pile of black fragments.

All this ended within three seconds. The colossus stepped over the corpses and walked towards the lower half of another descendant, delivering a decisive slice to its head, beheading it.

Having finished all this, the towering figure breathed heavily, gripping the knife and quickly crossing the riverbed, climbing up the embankment, and then under the cover of snow, slipped into the frozen woods.

This towering figure was Wang Ye.

This battle was brief. The base’s living forces were almost entirely destroyed. He was very aware of the Descendant Soldiers’ advantage over the Demon Marine Corps, so he attempted to organize a small group to break out with him, but the plan did not succeed. Flying swords from above pierced his body, and at the same time, the descendants also besieged him.

His comrades managed to kill a dozen descendants, but they too were slaughtered by the flying swords. Wang Ye had been lucky; although a flying sword had pierced through his abdomen, the angle was peculiar, so it didn’t damage too many internal organs. The blood-forming liver and the black organs that had been implanted after modification remained intact. It was only some of the intestines that had been smashed. He had been dragged down a cliff by the inertia of the flying sword, falling into a brief unconsciousness.

When he came to, the battle had already ended, and the white giants in the sky had departed. The puncture wound caused by the flying sword had made parts of the armor’s plates cave inward, embedding into his flesh. He was forced to remove the armor, going bare-chested but still wearing his helmet, laying in wait under the snow.

The frigid temperature was nothing to him; his bodily functions could still operate normally. It was only the several wounds on his body that slightly deformed his movements and slowed him down.

On his left abdominal muscles, there was an 8-centimeter-long penetrating wound that went straight through to his back. His left shoulder had been grazed by a flying sword, tearing off a large chunk of flesh, and the muscles on the entire left side and back were ripped open, with yellow fat congealed at the wounds. There were several bruises on his chest, caused by close-range rifle shots.

For him now, these injuries were not fatal, but he was unable to heal himself, and without medical help, these wounds would eventually kill him.

On the bright side, the temperature here was low enough that he at least didn’t have to worry about the risk of the wounds festering and worsening.

Wang Ye reached with his right hand into the wound on his left abdomen to adjust the position of his intestines so they would stay inside the abdominal cavity, while his left hand held down the opening on his lower back to prevent himself from pushing the intestines out through it.

After the adjustment, his fingers were slippery and smeared with black blood and fat.

He looked around, hoping to find something to use as a makeshift bandage to cover the wound in his abdomen, but the area was barren, and he couldn’t find anything suitable to use.

The base was more than 160 kilometers away from the nearest city. He activated the HUD in his helmet, pulled up the offline map, and planned a walking route. The city was called Putlan. If nothing unexpected happened, it should have already fallen, but he was certain he could find supplies he could use there.

Wang Ye stood up, gripping the arc blade, and walked into the blinding snowstorm. He could not die here, not yet.