Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 126 The Great Sword Drenched in Blood

He got up and briefly surveyed the scene. These were all knowledge that Oliver, who was originally a son of a rich family, would never have mastered.

It was Slade who taught him that.

It's a pity that the two have turned against each other because of some things.

Oliver controlled his mind to focus on the investigation.

Different from the situation he has been exposed to before, although Slade is an all-round mercenary, after "resurrecting from the dead", he has become more powerful due to the enhancement of special potions, and can make many unimaginable actions and speeds beyond ordinary people .

However, being physically strong does not affect the existence of habits.

Slade mastered almost all modern weapons and cold weapons, but his favorites were pistols and short blades.

And this dead unlucky ghost, the wound on his chest was left by the giant blade.

It should be a long weapon like a big sword.

Using his fingers to compare the length and width of the wound, what came to Oliver's mind was a set of medieval armor collected in his own home, as well as a knight's two-handed sword of the same era.

"No... probably wider, longer and heavier..."

Such a weapon is difficult to be used as a conventional weapon when it is not a cavalry battle and the horse is responsible for speed and load-bearing.

Is it a giant?
Oliver looked at the grass around him. There were only shallow footprints on the stepped grass.

Up to 1.8 meters four.

Ordinary people.

This shows that another uninvited guest has come to this island.

only……

"It's not clear whether it's an enemy or a friend."

……

Standing where he was, Oliver pulled out his own arrow, wiped off the blood on the body of the dead mercenary, and bent his bow again.

Arrows are precious and need to be preserved.

The mercenary's blood hadn't completely coagulated, and the murderer hadn't gone far.

……

Strong strength endows people with strong confidence, and the order cannot be changed, otherwise it will become a useless roar of the weak.

However, if the strong say so, that is the voice of the strong.

Is Oliver considered a strong man?

He thinks he is.

Even now, he can't enjoy almost all the luxuries and enjoyments in the world like in the past, abandoning all the troubles, and even eating a hot meal has become a luxury.

However, he still feels that he is a strong man.

This is the confidence given to him by his perfect bow and arrow skills.

The strong will not escape, let alone run away.

Oliver was still calm and calm, holding a bow and arrow, and walked towards the familiar enemy camp where he had been imprisoned for a long time.

Along the way, he met many enemies he had faced before.

They are still armed and still numerous.

But they are all dead.

Some died alone behind a certain tree, some died in groups of two by the river, and some appeared in groups and died neatly beside their own camp.

They died almost at the same time.

Although the death conditions were different, Oliver believed that they must have been killed by the same person.

and……

Oliver picked up the gun from the ground.

They didn't even have time to react, they were killed without firing a single shot.

He bowed his head and counted, this is a seven-member team.

"Seven people...the opponent is using a big sword for close combat... Anyway, it shouldn't be..."

Can Slade, a superhuman who has been injected with enhanced drugs, do this kind of thing?
Oliver was skeptical.

I briefly checked everyone's firearms, and almost all of them were unfired.

That man didn't choose to take those guns, either, he had better weapons.

Or, he has absolute confidence in his great sword.

Looking at these weapons that he wanted most when he first wandered on this island, Oliver also calmly put down the gun he picked up in his hand.

He also chooses his weapons.

He also has absolute confidence in his bow and arrow.

………………

Going on all the way, Oliver saw more corpses.

This more or less affected his thinking and judgment, and disrupted his reason and thinking.

Roughly counting, along the way, he saw more than fifty dead mercenaries alone.

How big is the island?Although most of the places he walked were places where mercenaries often appeared, but the total area was only so big! ?

There are only more than 300 mercenaries on the island, and now...

Is anyone still alive?
It's not that Oliver hasn't killed anyone.In fact, after coming to this island, he personally shot and killed more than ten people.

In modern civilized society, this is already enough for his insane serial killings to be famous in the whole city and even the country.

But on this island, if he didn't kill people, he would be killed.

Oliver's experience and calmness were all exchanged with criss-crossing scars.

Being dead doesn't frighten him.

More than fifty people died and appeared in front of him one by one, which only surprised him a little.

What frightened him was that these more than 50 people were killed by the same person holding a big sword in close quarters while fully armed.

On such an island that is neither big nor small, no matter how far away it is, how far can it be.

Thinking that when I was sleeping yesterday, that person might have appeared on the island, and I was still sleeping soundly.Thinking that after waking up today, I went out to fetch water to wash my face, and that person might be slaughtering madly 500 meters away from me, but I didn't know anything about it...

Even though his nerves have been tempered by two years of hell training and he has become a cold-blooded killer, Oliver dare not say that his heart will not feel the slightest touch.

If he doesn't find this person, he won't be able to get a good night's sleep on the island.

…………

Abandoning his plan to refresh himself and eat something, Oliver simply drank some water, leaned against a hidden tree in a certain location and hid, holding a bow and arrow in his hand to meditate for a while, even if he got a rest, he set off again, going to Enemy base camp.

Oliver was very skeptical about the place where he was locked up at the beginning. Now, there may be no living people left.

boom……

bang bang bang...

In the distance, he heard faint gunshots.

At last the gunshot was heard.

that person!It's the one with the sword!
He must be in that place now!
Oliver lifted off the branches and leaves covering himself, carried a bow and arrow, and walked skillfully through the dense woods. He quickly shot at the enemy without making any sound and keeping alert to his surroundings. Headquarters rushed to.

Along the way, Oliver never heard the gunfire again.

No screams or calls for help were heard.

This made his heart sink a little, and made his feet move faster.

…………

It didn't take long for Oliver to arrive at the place where he had been imprisoned.

This is the first time Oliver has returned here since he and his companions escaped from here.

But he and Slade were the only companions who escaped together.

Moreover, the two of them turned against each other...

Shaking his head, Oliver, lying on a certain tree, cleared his mind of redundant thoughts, carefully observed the camp, and waited calmly.

The time elapses for 2 minutes, with no evidence of the presence of any human or other living beings.

Oliver slowly fell down from the tree, and went around in a circle habitually. Instead of choosing the gate, he went around the side wall.

As soon as he entered the camp, Oliver saw a mercenary lying on the ground with blood flowing from his body.

"Sure enough... eh?"

He had already passed by the mercenary, but a strange phenomenon in the corner of his eye made him stop, turned back, and checked this not-so-special mercenary.

This guy didn't have a sword wound on his body, but on his neck.

There are three deep claw marks.

It's not the sword wound at last, it's not the big sword at last!
The wound seemed to be left by a beast, but it was definitely not left by a large beast like a lion or a tiger. Moreover, the body had no signs of being bitten by a beast, only three claw marks.

"It looks like... a cat?!"

After comparing the three scratches that were only two fingers wide, Oliver had been reshaped, and his iron-like three views began to vibrate again.

It must be another killing machine made by those guys who researched strengthening potions!
Oliver could only temporarily suppress the doubts in his heart and continue to explore.

Soon, he found a second strange dead person in a car that had crashed into a wall and was still smoking slightly.

Same scratches.

and……

Oliver looked at the scratches on the tires in disbelief, and... a plum blossom footprint deeply sunken in the iron sheet on the roof.

He would never admit that he was wrong.

That's the cat's paw.

Just...why?How can this be? !
Oliver's mouth was tightly pressed together, and the hand holding the bow wanted to let go countless times to scratch his scalp.

This world seems to be becoming more and more unscientific. Not only did things like this happen to him, but there were also things like resurrection from the dead, and now there are even things like slapping a military truck into a big hole with one paw.

"Really..."

Oliver couldn't think of any words to express his feelings.

Moving forward, Oliver heard the sound of rushing water.

It's over there in the big open kitchen in the corner of the camp.

So, sticking to the base of the wall, Oliver walked slowly, slowly approaching, approaching...

Finally, half of his face protruded slightly from the wall.

Then his tiger's body shook, and he stood there, like a block of ice.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

What did he see?
He saw a cat standing on two feet, standing on the sink, turning on the tap, washing its hands... washing its paws.

It even wipes your hands with a towel!

"Meow! Lynn is really annoying, why doesn't he wash his hands, let me wash them!"

That's right, it... it can still talk! !
This is really...

"It's unbelievable, isn't it? In such a big place, there is no hand sanitizer or anything. There are more than 300 people, so you can't just use soap~"

Yup……

Ok? !

Just as Oliver was about to answer, his fine hairs instantly blew up.

answer!

Who is speaking behind me! !
Extremely short body, swinging the bow, rolling forward obliquely with force, squatting and drawing the bow to shoot arrows, shooting three arrows in a row, holding another arrow, and stepping back quickly.

Oliver panted slightly, not because he was tired from the big movements in a short period of time, but simply because he was scared by the rapid heartbeat.

"Wow...you are too murderous..."

During the flickering of the light spots, Oliver's eyes flashed, and he saw where he was standing just now, and there was a person standing there.

And in his hand, he held three arrows in one hand.

In the other hand, he held a large sword.

Bloodstained, great sword.

(End of this chapter)