Demon Hunter Book 4 6.3

Book 4 Chapter 6.3 - Why Does it Have to Be Like This?

Perhaps due to the battle being overly intense and bitter, and because even the winners were seizing every second to escape, everyone, intentionally or not, completely overlooked the fact that there was still a completely unmoving chanical suit resting at the center of the battlefield.

After the fierce battle ended, the night beca extrely peaceful. Even though there were large amounts of weapons, bullets, and explosives scattered about the battlefield, with even the items Su didn’t care for being extrely valuable for most inhabited areas’ refugees, the pillars of flas from the battle just now alone could be seen several tens of kiloters outwards, so who would dare risk coming here to beco rich? The mobs roaming about the wilderness were all extrely similar to hyenas, but unfortunately, after the Alloy Brotherhood’s cruel suppression, they were practically eradicated in these parts.

A while later, the mobile armor suddenly releasing bang bang pounding sounds. Then, the engine started up, looking like it wanted to climb up. Unfortunately, the damage it suffered was too severe. The two supportive legs were completely broken, so it couldn’t stand at all. After rocking back and forth a few tis, the engine released a thick black smoke before stopping.

Then, the bang bang pounding sounds started up again. The chest area of the mobile armor erupted into fiery light, and under the power of explosives, the piloting cabin’s lid flew high into the air. Then, Davis’s body wobbled about as he climbed out from the piloting cabin, coughing heavily along the way. As soon as he got out, the piloting cabin released a blast of flas, and then it was completely set afla.

“Fuck! What kind of damn ergency system is this? When this old one gets back, the first thing I will do is beat the shit out of that dog shit designer!” Davis crawled down from the chanical armor. His knees buckled, and he sat on the ground. His face was covered in ashes, his beard burned into a great ss; his current state was rather sorry looking. Moreover, his headache right now was so intense he had an urge to bang his head a few tis against the chanical suit.

Davis stood up with great difficulty. He watched as the chanical armor burned, cursing fiercely and hatefully kicking it as he did so. The first generation mobile armor’s specialty was its weight and sturdiness. While inside the piloting cabin, he couldn’t even open the lid after kicking and beating it. If not for the ergency escape system working at the final mont, Davis would have went up in flas inside the piloting cabin.

After two kicks, the damaged mobile armor suddenly released a ferocious explosion. Several tal pieces seed to be touching Davis’s skull as they flew past, imdiately making him break out in cold sweat!

Davis didn’t dare cause this mobile suit any more trouble. He instead turned around to size up the battlefield’s remains, and then he gradually rembered what happened before he went unconscious. He quickly walked a circle around the battlefield, capturing most of the remains in his eyes. Then, his expression beca more and more unpleasant. Cold sweat poured downwards.

“Any one of those three sides could easily get rid of this old one, this... really is motherfucking...” Davis released more and more cold sweat. He decided he wouldn’t continue looking around and that it was best to leave as soon as possible. When he walked two steps towards the hills, he suddenly stopped his footsteps. He looked towards those hills, and then his face slowly beca gloomy. “Fucking pussies, you all really want to steal my position, huh? I was looking for an excuse to deal with you all!”

He thought for a bit, and then he picked up an intact rifle from the ground before walking into the darkness.

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Su brought Madeline westward. He didn’t know, not did he care much about the storm brewing behind him. Because of what happened just now, a disturbance was already stirring within the Blood Parliant’s scope of authority.

Most of the powerful mbers felt that this ergency eting really wasn’t anything important. It was just the banishnt of a major general and colonel. Even though the general was the Arthur family’s young generation genius Persephone, isn’t the power of any one of these mbers, either on the surface or hidden, far greater than Persephone’s? Inside the fifty seats, powers like the three great families could only still only occupy three positions.

However, none of those well-inford figures dared to not attach importance to this aning. The importance of the eting was not an issue at all. Bevulas’ only son was killed! With this reason alone, even if he was using this as a pretext to make a big fuss over a minor issue, that was only proper. However, this was actually not the main the. All of the factions already realized that the true importance of this eting was that Bevulas wanted to use this eting to truly declare his intentions to the Spider Empress!

They all believed that during this ergency eting, Bevulas and the Spider Empress would both display so of their strength, and use their strength to prompt the neutral factions to pick a side. Those familiar with the history of the Blood Parliant knew that regardless of whether it was Bevulas or the Spider Empress, their reputations were all build through fierce and decisive actions. If they continued to act without certainty or try to maintain a neutral stance, toying with equilibrium, they might just be first wiped out by both the chairman and Spider Empress.

anwhile, when the ergency eting concluded, it would also signify the end to the Blood Parliant’s seven long years of peace.

The Blood Parliant’s ergency eting began precisely under this type of atmosphere.

When the ergency eting began, what was shocking was that not only did the Spider Empress not participate in today’s eting, none of the mbers who stood on the Spider Empress’ side attended. The fifteen empty seats in the enormous eting hall seed especially glaring.

This was the unconventional way that the Spider Empress displayed her strength. Fifteen mbers, even though it was still at a disadvantage when compared to Bevulas, he still wouldn’t dare think that he would definitely win. Among the thirty-five mbers that did participate in the eting, there were roughly ten or so that were neutral. Those that were on Bevulas’ side was roughly twenty five mbers, but he still had to worry about these twenty-five’s loyalty. At the very least, their loyalty definitely wasn’t comparable to the fifteen that followed the Spider Empress in abstaining from this eting.