Chapter 868: Chapter 868
For the survivors who had entered the Trojan Room, there were no sympathies to speak of. Brutal struggles and death were its main melodies, and even if you were lucky enough to survive and taste the sweetness of it, you couldn’t get complacent, for the Trojan would compensate double the terror afterwards.
The Great Purge, the Title Contention War, the Death Challenge Match—when ordinary scenes posed a reduced threat to the strong Conquerors, more brutal Qualifying Rounds and Holy Land awaited them.
Cheng Cheng hugged Tang Zheng’s right leg, trembling ceaselessly. The sight of two headless Corpses of soldiers had frightened her. Lu Fan covered her eyes and stood by her side, sighing deeply.
"I knew the Trojan wouldn’t be so kind-hearted," Tang Zheng blamed himself, but there was nothing he could do. Could he really let two soldiers battle to the death? It was an insoluble problem, and what was worse, this round of solo duels wasn’t over yet. What if two more soldiers were chosen to fight next?
If they started to turn on each other, the cohesion of this unit would definitely crumble to dust. But without fighting, that meant the loss of two lives.
Even the heartless likes of Huangfu Xiong frowned at this, clearly pondering the possibility, unlike the carefree North Wind and Yaoyao.
Qin Yan and Dantai’s complexions were terrible; the feeling of helplessness made them feel like pathetic ants trying to shake a great tree.
"Selection for the fifth Contestant will now begin," the Blue Trojan announced in a cold tone, not even allowing time for the bodies to be collected, declaring the Game to go on.
The newbies shuddered, all watching the screen fearfully, worried about being chosen because they had no idea what other schemes the Trojan might devise to Massacre them.
The portraits settled on a twenty-something blonde stewardess and a young Nazi youth. This time, it was the German’s turn for a civil war.
"No, please..." The stewardess collapsed to the ground, crying helplessly.
The Nazi youth, looking at his opponent, silently breathed a sigh of relief. He did not want to die, so he had to kill.
"The Competition will start in five minutes," the Trojan declared and then fell silent again.
The Chinese newbies, looking at the two unlucky ones, felt a vindictive pleasure. Finally, it was their turn to taste the feeling of killing each other.
The white moonlight shone on the Deck, coupled with the quiet Sea breeze, it should have been comfortable, but now it was filled with a scent of slaughter.
"Isn’t there another way?" The blonde stewardess suddenly turned to Landeck, desperate for an answer that would let her live. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel⦿fire.net
The Nazi youth glanced at him, said nothing, tightened his grip on his Rifle, just waiting for the time to come to Shoot the stewardess dead and claim victory. He wanted to live, not die like a stray dog here. He wanted to go home, to continue enjoying life.
"Bertha, stop crying and get ready to fight. That guy is going to kill you," a fellow stewardess called out, alerting her colleague, but immediately regretted it as the cold gaze of the Nazi youth swept over her. She had spoken out of turn; if he won, he would certainly come after her later.
"You can only live if you kill him," Sara at last gave a piece of advice, being a woman after all.
Determined, the blonde Bertha suddenly grabbed a Rifle and sprinted towards the island structure, intending to enter the command tower. Indoor combat might provide her a chance to win.
The Nazi youth was momentarily stunned, but quickly chased after, observing as the stewardess’ plump Buttocks, wrapped in tight-fitting clothing, jiggled as she ran. He suddenly felt he could do something else before killing her, since no one on the Aircraft Carrier could see.
When she reached the side of the island structure, the countdown ended, but the Nazi youth was cautious and did not rush in, instead, he took off his Coat and threw it in.
As expected, a series of gunfire rang out, with several Bullets hitting the coat, leaving bullet holes.
"Damn," Bertha realized something was wrong, but with the recoil and her inexperience with firearms, she couldn’t adjust her shooting mode. By the time she released her finger, her Ammo Clip was almost empty.
Thudding footsteps sounded as the stewardess tried to flee.
"Perfect opportunity," the Nazi youth hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly and pursued her, catching sight of Bertha attempting to change her Ammo Clip while running.
The youth fired twice, the bullets landing near Bertha, startling her into a scream, then she bent down and ran, abandoning the Ammo Clip.
"Perfect opportunity," with the enemy’s AK74M Rifle unable to fire, meaning no danger at all, the youth charged at full speed, catching up to the stewardess, grabbing her hair, and pulling her back harshly.
Bertha cried out in pain as she fell to the Deck. The youth immediately pressed onto her, reaching out to grope her large breasts.
The stewardess flailed with her hands, earning two hard slaps that left her mouth swollen and dazed.
"You’re going to die anyway, what difference does it make if I have a little fun first," the youth justified, pulling down the zipper and exposing the breasts secured within the Underwear. Unable to hold back any longer, he tore off the garment and lowered his head to suck on the cherry.
He was not picky anymore; even if Bertha wasn’t attractive, it did not matter. It was just a release, as long as she was a woman that was all that mattered, nothing else was of consequence.
The stewardess struggled by grabbing aimlessly, but found no Weapons within reach.
The youth, no longer satisfied, quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his genitals, then grabbed Bertha’s legs and pulled them to his waist.