Falling Rain, Bloodying Streets (5—Last Part)

 

 

 

Pitter-patter...

Pitter-patter...

Only silence remained after Yun Beishang spoke his impolite words, but everyone who heard them, even more than a hundred meters away, weren't angered nor annoyed by them. Instead, they felt more as if those words were but normal and fitting. For a 'person' monster to create such an extensively but seemingly well orchestrated attack, spell, whatever it was! It could only be someone like him that wouldn't feel weird saying those words to an immense amount of 70,000 people whose most numbers carry a weapon and grenades of different kinds, also being experts on the field of such and with even some of them being Specialists.

"Hmph," Yun Beishang looked at their reactions, including those thousands of meters away with his senses rather than with his naked eyes as they couldn't take those self-mutilating helmets off even if they wanted to. It was at this moment that the sounds of rain finally sounded out once again and this time to stay, for as the hot temperature from before also finally went away to let the coldness of the morning affected by the rainy climate come back onto the bodies of those present.

After snorting softly and in a slightly extended manner, Yun Beishang placed his right foot behind himself and was just about to dash towards the bald and tall Specialist man when the Specialist himself realized of that. Being too much fearful of the speed that not even the greatest speed-type Specialists he has had ever seen were capable of, the bald and tall Specialist threw his hands to his behind while making a small jump and as he dashed backwards to his utmost speed, shouted. "FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!!"

Shl-ku...

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

And at once, with the closest people to Yun Beishang making an intense duck of their bodies to the ground as they began to squirm backwards little by little, move that they made not to not be friendly fired at but rather, so that Yun Beishang would be perfectly shot all the incoming bullets on his body. Any other who was more than 100 meters away from Yun Beishang took out a gun, that either be a pistol with several modifications, upgraded rifles to even snipers and machine gun-like smallish weapons; because, this time, their chosen path of action was not to bombard all around their target without thinking. Oh, nope. This time, they would all shoot with their senses extended and exerted to the utmost so that they would all shoot at the same target, Yun Beishang!

When the hundreds of thousands of bullets slowly made their way towards him, Yun Beishang had already caught to an speed-type Specialist whose balls were evident since he didn't ducked at once and instead retreated from Yun Beishang with his utmost speed and agility. Bad take, for as when Yun Beishang felt only air be grasped by his right hand, extended arm; the first one he chose to chase up to was that very same speed-type Specialist!

With only 3 large strides and a little jump on the ground with a light tap of both his feet at the same time, Yun Beishang managed to caught the speed-type Specialist in but less than 3 seconds, and by the time the speed-type Specialist in question realized that the disappeared figure after blurring a little bit was targeting him, his neck was already twirled by the mere movements of Yun Beishang as he didn't stop at the spot but instead used the speed-type specialist as a randomly picked up melee-weapon to bash anyone Yun Beishang got close to to death.

After a few dozens of bodies were destroyed by the unmistakably stronger body of an Specialist, and a few thousands of bullets destroyed the rest of his armor and most of his remaining body, the speed-type Specialist finally turned to just a few rope-like pieces of flesh whose only 'center point' was the connection of what was previously a complete spine and head connection; but only had blood and flesh from other bodies hanging around them instead as of right now.

"Reload!"

"RE-LOAD!"

"Reload..." At last; finally came a rest for the deafening sounds of more than 60,000 people shooting guns of all kinds in an area of less than 10,000 square meters. The casualties from friendly fire, be it recoil underestimation, stray bullets and the like in the middle of such a vast and exaggerated bombardment of shooting only; were almost to that of a 1,000 ordinary soldiers! With some Specialists even getting minor injuries, even then, the man at the center of everyone's whose lower body was now mostly exposed due to most bullets barely managing to hit him only catching sight of his dashing away body, was now standing all quiet and staring at the rest of ordinary soldiers like they were all fools and ignorant fellows.

Shaking his head a little, Yun Beishang thought that when he first amassed tens of thousands of bullets, that was amazing and it was clearly an incredible strong attack that he was more than itchy to see. To 'launch' exactly tens of thousands of bullets all at the same time and in perfect coordination, but without any of them making any sound. Now, that, is amazing. It was, indeed, a pity that he couldn't do just that and instead got blow almost away and into nothing by the simple hit of the sonic-type missile from before. And if he were to do that now, he would be throw at several hundreds of grenades per second while the rest stopped shooting and followed the trend. And if Yun Beishang wanted to 'capture' those grenades as well, he would have to at least now how to stop them from ultimately exploding. Even though he knew how to do that himself, or with some tools, he had no fucking clue how difficult it would be to do so with his 'Earth Core Elemental' manipulation at all. And furthermore, at that point, it would be thousands of them before he could probably figure out the way to do it.

'Okay, okay. Mental note, experiment with weaponry after this is over. Now... now is time to shed in blood these streets!!' Yun Beishang first thought to himself, calm and collected; even somewhat playful as it was more than obvious that he couldn't do this before as he didn't had that astounding 200% Earth Core Element Resistance, and only gained just a few hours before when using the Gardener's Unusual Tool. In any case, the second half of his thoughts were venomous, and his heart seemingly itched to even bleed just so that he could get to massacring, slaughtering and putting the word 'pain' on whoever managed to see the scene that he would lay!

After using the Earth Core Element so much, he was tired, deadly tired of it. And even more so was for the Fire Core Element which he even forcefully tried to merge and barely made it, but in truth, his actions could only be said to be the prototype of the real thing, yet that alone could already devastate anything known to an ordinary person's mind. And that, did indeed, include Specialists and strong, durable and resistant structures; even retardant ones.

Yet, Yun Beishang still flung his left arm around from below his waist-level and at once, several thousands of shrapnel moved to incorporate themselves into his left arm. Penetrating his arm and adhering themselves to it, they formed a strange, green-like but still obviously metallic arm for Yun Beishang, with claw-like hands and leaf-like patterns on it. If anything, it could be perfectly called to be as the rip-off of his 'transformation' that he still hadn't had the chance to try in-game.

Swish! Clank...clankclankclank...!

Then, following the same set of actions with his right hand after tossing away the carcass of the previously know human being as a speed-type Specialist; multiple, innumerable shrapnel moved to adhered to his body in the same way that it did to his left arm. His right arm began to become similar to the 'transformation' that he has had been using before and for so long; there were even some almost-authentic damascus patterns on it and while it was still being 'created' onto and into his right arm, claw trails appeared on it as if moving by magic.

But only Yun Beishang knew how all of this operated, while once again thinking to himself 'are you kidding me?' and laughing his ass off to the realization of authenticity compared from the game yet still so familiar and genuinely like in Rising Essence; only he knew that it was thanks to his bloodline, and 'Mental Power', that he was capable of not only using Earth Core Element -and any other Core Element- even though he only had 200% Resistance, and not affinity nor even Nature Connection so to speak of. Without his Mental Power, without him having being him, meaning; because of his completely unique and one of a kind- type of bloodline, this wouldn't be possible at all. Even though it looked easy, he was hurting inside, and probably crumbling to pieces even. But... if he did not do 'that' before, how could he make sure to be able to QUENCH HIS THIRST?!?!?!

As such, once Yun Beishang felt both his arms and 'saw' the claw-like hands were exactly as he wanted them to be. Even though they were made from 'normal' materials and nothing comparable to his 'transformation', they were still perfectly flexible and didn't even felt painful to use. He even... felt the entirety of his arms, and obviously- hands, as if they were indeed completely his. Then, now it was the time. Time to kill!

Step~~~~~~...

One step was all it took, but the entirety of the ground trembled, the air around them felt suffocated, and the skies up above cracked with unimaginable but strangely tender; FURY!

One step, and they all felt like their bodies were dragged, their limbs, as if having disappeared from their mind. And while they saw the swarming amount of grenades being rolled Yun Beishang's way, the sight of his simply 'waving' his own head as if it was the palm of his hand but at the same time, a tool to manipulate the wind and make it do things as it willed; entered everyone's view. And as it did... it happened.

SWISH-SWISH-SWISH-SWISH-SWISH-SWISH!!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH~~~~!!!!

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM...

With just the movement of each droplet from the rain smoothly moving through the air and entering the grenades in one way or another as if they had a mind of their own and could turn and twist in any shape and angle they wished; accompanied by the sight of rough, grotesquely immense and large sharp blades of wind dancing about stronger and way more shocking than what the sonic-type missile ever could. It all created a perfect image of a figure amidst a river of people whose arms were inhuman, but whose eyes were so very human as the strongest of emotions could be seen through them even as the explosions up above and surrounding him made the walls of fire that illuminated thousands of meters outside its perimeter become dull and non-existent. With this strange change, Yun Beishang's figure was entirely covered by a shadow, by a shadow whose darkness... was real.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM...

Bvreee-Vwlsht--

"Aicksh-YIAAAH-AAH-A-H-H-" A sudden voice traveled from one place, as Yun Beishang suddenly disappeared from being in the perfect middle of the encirclement, but was then stopped by the sound of a nearby voice, which was 'unfortunately' also interrupted. "He's here, he's here! He's attacking again, shoot him de-KWAAARRGGHHLL-"

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And before that second voice was merely half gone, Specialists looked up at the person whose neck was penetrated by the mere casual thrust of finger that went from the front to the back of that ordinary soldier's neck, by none other but a black figure of darkness that had the exact same figure as that of Yun Beishang! But as they saw that figure, one more, a couple more; of such screaming were heard in the distance and nearby. Even as the second victim's neck was still pierced by that black figure of Yun Beishang whose body was just dark, blackness with its two eyes only consisting of small circular shapes that held a divine, pure light in withing his head, looking at a certain angle without the slightest of humanity.

"Save me!! Leader, ah!!!"

"No, no, no, nononono-PAWL-UGHJJKK..."

Bvreee-Vwlsht-Bvreee-Vwlsht-Bvreee-Vwlsht-Bvreee-Vwlsht...

"Oh, pleaaaa-se~~~!! Do-do-don't--"

Bvreee-Vwlsht!

"GWRAAAAAALLL..."

Pfruiyl!!!

'Oh, shit. Oh shit oh shit OH SHIT!' The bald and tall Specialist only now had the chance to react to Yun Beishang whose entire self had entered at last into the frenzy state that they expected one to be when they had their lover faced with such tragic end. But, he never thought that it would be this ugly! 'This was supposed to be easy, it was meant to be a simple nice number up in my record, no, no, NOOO!!'

But the bald and tall Specialist then came to his senses, albeit slowly, taking in consideration the fact that it went from having one, a couple and a few of their ordinary soldiers falling to the abstruse and dark methods of this vehemently monster that their target is every less than 1 second; to tens of their ordinary soldiers. Dozens of their ordinary soldiers... hundreds of their ordinary soldiers... THOUSANDS OF THEIR ORDINARY SOLDIERS!

"AAAAAAAHH!!! STOP HIM RIGHT NOW." Finally, did the bald and tall Specialist reacted for once to their Specialist leading unit in a complete state of emptiness. His yell awakened the hundreds of remaining, surviving Specialists as they slowly walked towards him in a formation-like manner.

With his head going crazy to the thought of imminent and unimpeded death, the bald and tall Specialist wanted to obliterate himself, take off his helmet and just get himself killed by the rest of the armor. All while, in the meanwhile, the Specialists around him slowly came to accompany him and 'to see what's up'; for as, they all have placed him, the bald and tall Specialist, as their spiritual leader for survival or at least, any kind of emotion that could put their deaths on a history book. Who told him to enlist himself to this 'totally voluntary' mission where he could've just have had said 'no' in courtesy and then be nodded off. Who told him to insist? Who told him to want more fame, recognition, luxury, high status and to give low effort but high gains?

"Everyone," the bald and tall Specialist spoke, his eyes completely and even inhumanely possible opened, while his hands were still to the back of his head as if to prevent himself from going crazy, as he continued. "I want 2 dozens of speed-type Specialists Squads and 3 strength-type Specialists Squads into a newly formed Company, leaded by a single resistant-type Specialist Squad."

"Yes, leader!"

In the distance, "...AAAAGRWWAAAAA-AAAAGGHHH!!"

Shrinking, cringing his head down once a little and with his neck even making some barely audible sounds, the bald and tall man blinked out of fear before recuperating and adding. "I want the full Squad of mental-type Specialists to follow me and intercept the target, the rest, attack without taking a single moment of a rest. Indiscriminately! Even if you must kill one of use while that one to be killed is holding the target or immobilizing it, just... then just kill! Alright? Everything! To kill the target. Let's go!!"

"YES, LEADER!"

"YES, SIR!!"

"...ackg-kshaaaaaa-bleurgh-- aaah, help! HELP-"

Howling out into the air and charging into the battlefield behind and a little to the side of the already gone Company of 2 Squads of speed-type Specialists, 3 Squads of strength-type Specialists and 1 leading Squad of resistant-type Specialists, the ball and tall Specialist leading the mental-type specialists flinched nonstop to the sound of the bellowing people around them and far ahead of them as they were guided to totally different directions every time by a few hiding fellow Specialists with sharp senses. While the bald and tall Specialist took the mantle of protecting the mental-type Specialists from the sneak attacks of their target, those very same mental-type Specialists and even those who were to attack recklessly to kill at their target would flinch and jolt even harder.

Like this, the time they spent alone to cross the 10,000 square meters area from one point to another, with some times even changing directions amidst the desired destination where the fellow Specialists with sharp senses exposed their target's location; was utterly slow and dragged out. But worst of all, it was tormenting to simply walk around from one point to another on the battlefield; the 'battlefield' of a one-man slaughter, massacre... of carnage!

"HWAAAAAAAAGGGHhhh..."

"Please save, the escape ah, be, th-th-THAAAAAAAAAAA--...!!"

"Holy servitude, oh fuck... oh fuck! No-ah-AAAAAAHHHHHKK!!"

"Please no, please don't, oh gods please nonono, don't... don't...? DON'T!"

"Heeeeeeeeeelp meee-e-e-e~~!! Uwaaaaaaaaah~!!"

"... ... ... ... ... ...!!!"

...And finally, after more than 5 minutes of torment that felt like the pass of 10 lifetimes, of simply being numb to even the fact of being numb to their skin chilling and their pores all fully opened as the stench of who knows how much and of what of who knows how many drifted onto their bodies, and now with that state of their bodies even more powerfully; the running around Specialists were played like dogs as they lost the rationality that even a mediocre and crazed, mad person would have after seeing so much, running so much... and achieving nothing. But there was then, an excited voice, from an ordinary soldier.

 

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