Chapter 205: Enemies From The East [2]
When Gabriel stepped out of the mansion alongside Anna, he encountered a crowd of refugees whispering in hushed voices.
"They're coming, we are all done for!"
"The eastern camp is here to take revenge, save yourselves… they're going to kill all of us!"
"I knew this was a terrible idea!"
As soon as they saw Gabriel, the whispers quieted down somewhat, but the anxiety in their eyes was crystal clear.
A brief gleam of irritation flashed through his electric eyes, but he understood this was simply human nature.
'It appears the strength demonstration with Bai Young hadn't been enough for them to have confidence in me.' He thought this as he stepped past them toward the walls, Anna trailing beside him.
Gabriel nodded at Anna. He didn't need to tell her what to do. The Huntress quickly went to organize those who could fight.
She distributed treasures—mana guns from the armory—to those capable of fighting, and they all stood at different parts of the camp.
Even though they tried to keep a straight face, the trembling of their fingers and twitching of their eyelids betrayed them.
These ones had accepted their fate. They knew that if the northern and eastern camps found out everyone had contributed to Kairos' death, they would all be granted only one thing—
Death!
Seeing this, Ragnarok99 couldn't help but smirk despite the tense situation. "Makes you wonder if Sir Broken planned all this from the start."
"Hahahaha!" BrawlerX laughed. "If he thought of this, then holy genius! With them having a hand in those deaths, they'd be forced to participate and defend with their lives."
The two were currently on the wooden walls, away from where the refugees stood, so they didn't hear what was being said—only noticing the otherworlders laughing without a care in the world; almost as if their life's wasn't in danger.
"Freaking otherworlders!"
"These bastards know nothing will happen to them. No wonder they're that chill."
Back on the wall, Gabriel finally appeared. The two who were chatting immediately quieted down.
Unaware of what they had been discussing, Gabriel swept his gaze around the wilderness. At first glance, it was hard to make out much, but thanks to his perception, he saw it clearly.
He heard the roar of engines and caught the flashing headlights of armored trucks.
"Roughly five," he muttered with a frown.
BrawlerX and Ragnarok99, who had also heard the noise, sucked in a cold breath, surprised at how Gabriel could give an accurate number when they couldn't even see a thing from here.
They only barely caught the roar of engines and faint flashing lights—something only an Awakened with exceptionally high perception could sense at this distance.
The trucks were still at least over 600 meters away, and it was nighttime, so visibility was poor.
"Since they're coming from the east, it's most likely from the eastern camp. However, I'd like to confirm it myself, so don't initiate any attacks," Gabriel ordered coldly. His voice somehow reached all the armed men.
A few minutes later, the engines grew louder, and the others could now clearly see their outlines. The men sucked in deep breaths and gripped their weapons tighter.
"Sniperbowlegend, I need you to stay on guard," Gabriel ordered before leaping off the towering wooden walls and landing on the ground with a soft thud.
He stood there calmly, fearless, as the cold night wind whipped through his hair.
Gulp! Gulp!
Those on the walls swallowed nervously, feeling the thick tension in the air, their chests pounding wildly.
Badump! Badump!
The engines finally halted at the edge of the camp. Dust kicked into the night sky as the armored trucks stopped in a rough line, their headlights blazing against the wooden walls.
Clank! Clank!
The doors swung open and armed militants poured out, carrying blades, rifles, and crude mana cannons. They looked nothing like the eastern camp Gabriel had imagined.
He had been told the eastern camp was organized—but these people? Their gear was mismatched, their clothing worn, their formation sloppy. More like bandits than soldiers.
At the center of it all, a tall man hopped down from the lead truck. He had a massive net-like scar across his face, wore a ridiculous red coat flapping in the night wind, and carried no weapons.
"Heh," he laughed loudly, his voice carrying in the night. "So this is the camp those bastards came from? Looks more like a dump of rats waiting to be slaughtered."
The scarred man looked past Gabriel as if no one stood before him, commenting in a loud voice. "But why can't I sense his aura here? Don't tell me the stories were exaggerated. Hah! If this is all, then tonight will be easy."
Whispers rippled through the refugees on the walls. Fear mixed with anger, but no one dared speak loudly.
As for Gabriel, he remained expressionless and showed no sign of anger at the scarred man's blatant disrespect.
"So it wasn't the eastern camp after all," he muttered under his breath. From the man's words, it was easy to tell.
"Who are you?" Gabriel asked finally.
The man grinned, revealing yellowed teeth. "The name's Crane. Now run along and fetch me your little leader."
"Kairos is dead. So is Bai Young, the martial artist," Gabriel stated plainly, as if it were the most ordinary thing to say. "This camp is now under me."
There was a look of shock on Crane's face. A few weeks ago, a martial artist had stormed his camp and taken their precious women, food, and weapons.
Crane and his men had put up a fight but were shamelessly defeated. He had only gathered the strength to come take revenge now… and now they were saying Kairos and that martial artist were dead?
"You must be bluffing!" Crane refused to believe it.
"Well," Gabriel twisted his neck, the sound echoing through the night, "you can always confirm for yourself in the afterlife."
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