"I found the cargo and the whole city in ruins," Seth reported while stalking the situation of Darkfrost, the district where he was resting before the violent explosion occurred and almost killed him. "This is eradication. How could Adonis do such a thing to an innocent country?! Why is it like this? Dammit!" Nothing was left of the place; General Vasilev ordered his army to destroy the city. The Ravager thoroughly completed its task of razing the rows of empty buildings to the ground. Its ruins are buried by snow, this dead city. If only there were still living citizens-no, one would have survived this sickening massacre. Seth cursed resentfully. [ Too bad. This fertile place should be exploited by irresponsible people. ] Seth sits among the bushes and trees of the forest on his last way out to get his cargo back to Darkfrost. From his binoculars, he had to ensure no enemies were around. He managed to avoid the scattered mine traps after finishing off all the enemies guarding the

"Mr. Cormac! Welcome aboard. I'm General Vasilev−" After landing on Scholar Neopold, Cormac got off the plane, an icy wind hitting his firmly jawed face. His cold, emotionless, sharp-eyed look scrutinized all corners of the Broken Lands. Cormac is obsessed with destruction and bloodshed. A cold-blooded killer who doesn't care who his victim is. He can kill or hunt for no reason. "I know who you are. The Prime Minister explained it to me. What's happening here; Prime Minister Adonis knows how to be artful. I saw it in the air. Incredible movement." Cormac smiled faintly. Handed the suitcase into the hands of Vasilev's subordinates. Vasilev orders his men to contain all of Cormac's supplies and luggage. They nodded swiftly and moved quickly. Vasilev smirk. "Yeah, he's good at spotting opportunities. Volatile clouds have abundant natural wealth. It will never run out, even if it is a big one. I've been filling this place for almost three decades. This is a concentration camp. My army

[ Dastan Adam’s Militant Army_ ] [ Wharf Mountain Shelter_ ] [ Live CAM Recording_ ] [ Ultrasoun Online_ ] "We have not succeeded! Their Jammer towers are still everywhere. It seems useless; our struggle this time to destroy the Jammer in the northern region is ineffective. The damn general must have rebuilt a new one." Blake Shepperd blabbed irritably. He untied the semi-automatic rifle that hugged his back tightly. Felt a burning pressure on his shoulders. Militant group Dastan Adams was enjoying breakfast served in the soup kitchen. In these mountains, in the heart of the jungle hinterland and Wharf Mountain foothills, is their possessions' central headquarters. Dastan built shelters such as shelter tents, medical emergency tents, and one small building they used as a soup kitchen. Dastan found a small castle building while escaping from the cruel dungeon, Hiker. Dastan Adams, a Volatile Cloud Republic's military regiment member, frees the remaining survivors to join him aga

"Yes, this is a dead body," Cormac commented, his tone sounding to make fun of Vasiliev. Glanced at him with an obsessive expression. Vile giggles. "But part of his head was destroyed. Astonish art!" Vasilev refused to react. Lazy to argue with psychopaths without empathy like Cormac. He shrugged, "this is better. Then the rest lost some of their heads. Leaving only the bones of the nose, jaw, and neck down. You know, like a bomb attack. When the bullet went through his head, it killed him and blew him up, and his face was destroyed. I don't know what kind of Cartridge he used. Awful deadly ability." Cormac knelt before the body, removed the snowdrifts that buried part of the body and examined and analyzed from head to toe. The body's skin looked pale blue, some parts of the limbs on the left arm, shoulder, and leg seemed blackened by frostbite, and the face froze. Half his eyes were open, empty, expressionless. Cormac searched for the source of physical injuries in the form of bru