Abnormal Doomsday Records

Chapter 22. Towards Madness, in the Night of Killing and Fucking

The audience was screaming.

In this place with rubbish scenery, terrible smell, and terrible safety, with no fire inspection at all, they were venting the wildness unique to the bad land. Their eyes were red as they stared at the large screens on all sides that had poor contact, on which the fight between Zhou Ke and the Honey Badger was played from all angles.

The bloody fight between the two men was definitely not acted, and this intense battle was completely different from the one-sided executions in the previous opening games.

The executioner from Tiger State has a slight advantage, but the fighter sent to die also has a chance of winning.

Although for some veteran wasteland warriors, the fighting skills of these two still have a lot of room for improvement, but how to say it, in gladiatorial combat, skills are secondary! As long as the atmosphere is right, as long as the two sides are evenly matched, as long as both sides dare to fight and kill, it will be easy for the audience to be drawn into the carnival of blood and death.

Not to mention that most of the members of Tiger Nation are biochemical warriors with not very good brains.

Just a little bit of excitement is enough to get them excited, and this opening game may even have some kind of "faith bonus" for local audiences.

They firmly believed that as long as they offered a blood sacrifice to the End of Time, life in the Bad Land would be better. They even felt that they were saving this hopeless world.

The flat-headed brother who was fighting with Zhou Ke with a knife at this time was obviously also a part of this twisted belief.

After getting used to this sufficiently hot atmosphere, he truly got into the "role".

The biochemical warrior went berserk with roars, slashing at Zhou Ke fiercely with a beheading machete in one hand. He was as powerful as a meat grinder, and even the tiger head tattoo on his shoulder seemed to come alive.

He would kill this provocative sacrifice here in the most brutal way, and then embark on a smooth road amid the cheers of the Tiger State members, escape the embarrassing situation of a low-level officer, and be promoted to the middle level of the Tiger State.

For him, tonight's execution battle is indeed a rare opportunity.

In the pair of bloodshot and manic eyes beneath the sunglasses, he seemed to have seen himself reaching the peak of his life.

Hallucination
A common side effect of Bionic Warriors losing control when in a frenzy.

In most cases, this thing would not interfere with the release of anger by the biochemical maniacs, and could even make them immune to some of the pain. However, in today's 1V1 situation where the opponent also had long-range weapons, the arrival of hallucinations was not a good thing.

Zhou Ke also wore the madman's mask from Ajie. He could also feel the anger surging from his heart constantly impacting the shackles of his mind, as if there was a voice roaring in his heart telling him to release his rage, but Zhou Ke turned a deaf ear to it and ignored the instigation of the "little goblin" in his mind.

He maintained the necessary sobriety.

Because the violence brought by the mask does not mean that he is really a fearless biochemical maniac. First of all, his physical fitness is not up to standard. If he is really hit by the bloodstained beheading sword on the opposite side, he will be covered with bruises, right?
The mask is just a tool to make a living, his real weapon is his brain.

So, like the monkey, he used the physical enhancement brought by the berserk state and the surge of adrenaline to constantly dodge the opponent's powerful hacking, and found time to fight back with the Wolverine pistol in his hand. The semi-automatic state of automatic firing was of great help in this situation, and the 12-round magazine meant that Zhou Ke had 12 chances to weaken his opponent.

But it is a bit difficult to hit the head of the fast-moving biochemical warrior in a violent state and complete a headshot. Since hitting other parts of the body is not fatal, Zhou Ke chose the most stable way of attack.

Legs! Abdomen! Kidneys!
This is the essence of all "kite flying" tactics!

Either you run faster or slow down your opponent, controlling the distance is the key to the battle.

The continuous shooting hit the target every time, but for the violent honey badger, it didn't matter if the bullets didn't hit the head or heart. The pain made his anger even more deadly. He roared and told the monkey in front of him to come and die.

Bullets can't stop him, he's just like Malphite who stole Tryndamere's ultimate.

It was not until Zhou Ke emptied a magazine, until the twelfth bullet shot into his already scarred left leg, and until he fell to the ground uncontrollably while running, that the Flathead Brother realized something was wrong.

The blood-red eyes glanced back.

My goodness, my left leg has become a hornet's nest!

After multiple penetrations, his leg bones had broken under the heavy load, but the damn hallucinations and pursuit of pain prevented him from discovering this hidden danger in the first place.

This is also the common weakness of all biochemical warriors.

They are not afraid of pain and are even obsessed with it, completely ignoring the fact that pain is the body's early warning device. Often only when it is irreversible can they realize that they are not actually the god who dominates pain.

The Flathead Brother, who had been winning and winning and had the advantage since the start of the battle but overturned at the last moment, struggled to get up, but Zhou Ke in front of him had already leisurely replaced the magazine, and put the "despicable pistol" back into the gun bag on his waist amid the audience's dissatisfied boos.

He was very "martial" and had a good sense of camera. He pulled out his 30% new red high-frequency knife from behind his back and strode towards the crawling flat-headed brother in front of him.

This thing is not Ohm's high-end "psychic high-frequency knife". This thing has a mechanical structure and needs battery power. Zhou Ke only has two batteries, so he rarely uses this brutal thing in head-on combat.

But he does have his own "execution animation".

The flat-headed brother also exerted force on the ground, and with a roar like a tiger, he pushed the ground with his legs to make himself fly into the air, grabbing the beheading knife and slashing at Zhou Ke who was rushing towards him.

This is his last chance.

Zhou Ke was like a bullfighter. The moment the opponent pounced on him, he rushed forward two steps and then squatted and slid to his knees, allowing himself and the Flathead Brother to "cut through" each other. Then he stood up, patted the blood on his legs, turned off the activated high-frequency knife, and put it back into the scabbard behind him in the same way as a large sword.

Behind him, the flathead brother fell to the ground, and his body, cut open by the high-frequency knife, looked like he had been disemboweled, with his red, black, and steaming internal organs scattered all over the ground along the path of his flight.

It was like creating an abstract painting of flesh and blood on the dirty ground.

This scene made the entire arena quiet for a moment. Even in the Tiger Kingdom where violence is king, such a brutal scene is rare, but it was followed by even more fanatical roars.

Someone shouted, and soon the whole arena started shouting:
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The sound waves formed by the collective shouting surrounded this dirty place, causing Zhou Ke to curl his lips as he took off the bloody mask while wiping his face.

What a damn place!

Even in the Badlands where everything is bad, this damn place is one of the worst.

Are there really any normal people in this stupid city?

He turned and walked towards the honey badger, who had been disemboweled but was still alive. He was still breathing his last breath, and his exposed heart was still beating. It looked like some kind of hideous spectacle.

Zhou Ke picked up the blood-stained beheading sword, looked at the flat-headed brother at his feet, reached out and took off his sunglasses as a trophy.

Then he raised the brutal blade high, and at the moment when he was about to chop it down like an executioner, he said with contempt:
"What class are you in? You wear the same sunglasses as me! Finally, thank you for the 'tattoo' you gave me. I'm not kidding, I also appreciate this kind of 'prison-style' beauty occasionally."

"puff"

The sharp blade chopped down, even relying on its own weight to cut into the ground, and smoothly cut off the still breathing neck, causing the head to fly out, and finally tumbled to the ground under the pursuit of the spotlight high above.

Under the light, it was a head with eyes wide open and a look of unwillingness. Without the cover of sunglasses, the eyes with scars were finally exposed.

That thing made the entire arena crazy, but Zhou Ke had already walked into the shadows outside the light with his "trophies". He was very tired and in urgent need of rest. The madman's mask almost drained his energy and strength.

"Can I leave?"

He asked the Tiger State soldier guarding the elevator entrance.

The latter was obviously a little confused and didn't know how to answer.

Because there had never been a scene of "sacrifice killing the executioner" before, it was difficult for the Tiger State warriors to follow the "tradition". Just as he was hesitating whether he should let Zhou Ke enter the elevator and go down to the fighters' resting place, the communicator hanging on his chest rang.

A few seconds later, the guy turned around and said to Zhou Ke:

"You may leave now, but you will still be the first to appear at the festival tomorrow, and a Valkyrie will personally execute you."

"Thank you. I'm sorry for all the trouble you've taken to kill me." Zhou Ke said casually and walked into the open elevator. He took a last look at the lights interweaving with the manic evil heavy metal music and the headless corpse in front of the crazy audience. Zhou Ke couldn't accept this "hell picture" in front of him, even though he made it himself.

As the elevator slid down with a terrifying creaking sound due to lack of maintenance, Zhou Ke took off his sunglasses and put them in his arms, then wiped the blood stains off the sunglasses he had just taken and put them on his face.

He decided to collect this thing.

This was to commemorate his first and only gladiatorial victory in two lifetimes. He was not interested in performing like a monkey to please those ignorant audiences.

Soon, the elevator door reopened, and when Zhou Ke walked out, he was greeted by an equally noisy, tinnitus-inducing attack of wasteland heavy metal.

A "wild silver party" with thousands of people is taking place in this huge floor in front of us.

As the most important part of the "Carnival Night", it probably follows the "Valhalla" model similar to the Nordic tradition. In short, there is plenty of food and drinks for the carnival tonight, and there are also the Tiger State women who are being regarded as the "last carnival" by the fighters.

Most of them are from the local area of ​​End Castle, and basically they are "not particular about details" and know how to "endure the battle" of biological female warriors.

Don't expect a graceful or beautiful figure, but I heard from the secretary of the Tiger King that the "Valkyries" with a very high status in the combat units of the Tiger State occasionally participate in such bad activities to fulfill their duties and satisfy the rather perverted XP of the biochemical maniacs.

Considering that there are about 5,000 fighters, it is impossible for End Castle to gather 5,000 female warriors here. Therefore, when Zhou Ke looks around, it is not difficult to find that the girls partying tonight are basically in a "one-to-many" state, which makes it difficult for him not to think of the world-famous painting "black, black, black, black".

"Zhao, there's no way to go to heaven in this evil land. What the hell is this memetic contamination?"

Zhou Ke forced himself to look away, not to look at those cannon fodder bastards who had fallen into animalistic madness under the influence of alcohol or drugs.

These guys are really uncouth. As soon as Xingyu got up, they just started from anywhere. As a result, Zhou Ke had to keep going through places where strange noises were echoing to find the agreed-upon elevator No. 13 when he wanted to find Moni and Mark.

It was like walking through a nightmarish, bizarre neon movie factory.

He really didn't want to watch it in case he got corns, but after more than ten minutes, he realized in despair that he would most likely get corns after tonight.

Fortunately, Moni was reliable. The soldiers under his command were observing the situation in various areas. One of the female fighters who was harassed by several drunkards immediately noticed Zhou Ke walking along the wall. She wildly kicked away the horny idiots around her, walked quickly to Zhou Ke and made a gesture.

A few minutes later, she brought Zhou Ke to the temporary "operation base".

This is a compartment located at the edge of this floor, near elevator No. 13. It looks like a large locker room. Several strong core members are standing outside pretending to be drinking and having fun, and they drive away anyone who approaches.

The core members of Moni and Mark's team were all here, including the temporarily recruited peripheral members. When Zhou Ke walked in here, more than a hundred people looked at him in unison.

"You really came back alive, Chao! I knew that a guy like you wouldn't die in a stupid opening battle."

Moni, who was smoking, jumped up in surprise, strode forward and patted Zhou Ke on the shoulder, while Mark also walked forward with a smile and handed him a cup of special colored drink.

"Drink it. It's an energy supplement with alcohol. You need it. You look terrible, like you've been drained by a few female monkeys in heat."

The rude man made a joke, making everyone around him laugh.

Zhou Ke glanced at the drink in his hand.

He thought he shouldn't drink anything handed to him by others. After all, boys should learn to protect themselves when outside. So he took it and put it aside. Then he coughed twice and changed the subject to talk about business:

"It's still three hours until midnight, and the noise outside will last another three hours. Are you sure everything is ready?"

"Well, all the members are here, and they are not allowed to go out and make trouble."

Mark, who is very social, said loudly:
"The collected weapons were also redistributed. The good news is that we have enough scandium explosives, but the bad news is that we don't have any heavy weapons. The Tiger State said it in a bright and neat way, but in fact, the fighters allowed to enter the Tiger's Nest could not have kept heavy weapons that could defeat ten enemies with one.

What hypocrites and cowards they are to live in such an amazing fortress and yet be so timid. "

"I have already spread the news to other fighters who hope to escape."

Moni took the cigarette butt and extinguished it in the cup of "nutritional supplement" that Mark had handed over earlier, and whispered to Zhou Ke:
"When we take action, this floor will also stir up trouble, but I'm not sure how many people can be incited, but it can buy us some time. It's come to this point, even if we're not ready, we have to bite the bullet and go ahead.

But before we do anything, let's first confirm our responsibilities!
Zhou Ke must go to the underground area. The device in his hand is an important means to paralyze the firewall entity. My people will follow him down.

Mark, you have a lot of people.

We will be responsible for clearing two roads quickly. When the machinery of the End Castle goes out of control, we can run away smoothly. "

"I don't have as many people as you think. It's a bit difficult to clear two routes at the same time."

Mark, a seemingly rough guy from society, raised his eyebrows at this moment, and then said in a very natural and tangled tone:
"Besides, the paths we are taking are exactly opposite. None of my brothers are willing to try their luck in the City-State District. We are going back to the Evil Land and seek refuge with the Snake State. Well, now that it has come to this, I won't hide it anymore. I have connections in the Snake State.

And I think that instead of hiding in the dark city-state and trying our luck, it is better to deal with the subsequent pursuit in the territory we are more familiar with."

He spoke without avoiding people, which made some of Moni's gunmen look up.

This scene made Moni frown. Just as he was about to explode, he was stopped by Zhou Ke's eyes. He took out the medicine "gifted" by the Snake State merchant, picked out a few potions that could quickly replenish physical strength and energy and injected them with a syringe, then grabbed an energy bar and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing while saying:

"What Mark said makes sense. Your two teams are going to different directions, so each of you should clear your own routes. Pick the most capable people to follow me to break through the defense line. This is the only way we can do if we don't have enough manpower."

"You are sensible. I will personally bring people to accompany you. We have more people and should shoulder more responsibilities."

Mark patted Zhou Ke's shoulder generously and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhou Ke:
"We can't continue to gather here. More than a hundred rough men gathered here. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there will be trouble. Among the women outside, there may be a female warrior from Tiger State. We can't arouse their suspicion. Let the brothers go out to eat and drink and liven up the atmosphere.

Meet back in two and a half hours."

"Yeah, that makes sense, let's go!"

At Mark's command, his brothers left in batches, and Moni also took his people away, but more than ten minutes later, Moni, who had changed his clothes, ran back.

Zhou Ke was lying on the broken sofa with his eyes closed under Ajie's protection. When he saw Moni, he waved. When the other party approached, he whispered:

"This Mark really has no vision at all. He has already started to steal your people before you even run away. This guy doesn't seem very reliable. I guess you can't rely on him at a critical moment. Don't go down with me! After the operation begins, quickly figure out your escape route.

I suspect this guy will use you as a shield if he gets into trouble."

"Oh, I have the same idea. Those who can make it to the top of the gang are like this. Cunning and betrayal are commonplace to them."

Moni didn't care. He looked at Zhou Ke and said:

"I'm asking you one last time. Are you really not going with us? Are you going back to the Bad Land with Mark?"

“I’m not going to the Polis area, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to follow Mark into a rat hole.”

Zhou Ke shook his head and joked:
"Maybe I can grow wings and fly away. Also, is there any 'dirty stuff' in the glass of water he gave me just now?"

"Not really. It's just a popular 'stimulant drug' in the Badlands. It's addictive."

Moni said with some disdain:

"Some departments of the Acholi Consortium generously provide these 'entertainments' for the Badlands. They are not good things. Stay away from them!"

"Well, you have surprisingly upright values. Okay, go out and prepare. Don't let Mark think that we are discussing something dangerous. A narrow-minded guy who pretends to be heroic will not be able to get far even if he escapes.

Alas, I don't want to use anyone as cannon fodder, but you see, there are always people who can't help but jump out to show off their skills. "

(End of this chapter)