Alpha's Dirty Secrets의 모든 챕터: 챕터 971 - 챕터 980

I wasn't expecting mercy to be the rule of the day, but still, Miyako was a ninja, not an Amazon. She was a bystander in our feud. In hindsight - that was a totally irrational line of thought. My closest ally pulled another of her wedges from somewhere and stabbed my first opponent in the throat three times. I hadn't killed him, so she did. I reassessed our situation. Our opponents knew we were up and about.The final southern stretch to the bridge was eight to ten meters of open ground and the width grew to almost eight meters. I returned my axes and unslung my shotgun...I had loaded it with slugs instead of shot. I am a 'one shot/letting you know I'm pissed with you' kind of guy. By sticking to the eastern side of this gully, gulch, micro-canyon, we remained immune to the sniper fire from the top of the mesa.As the bad guys were coming to the conclusion that their three-man troop was being born away on black wings for a long-overdue, one-way trip to Diyu (Chinese Hell), they realiz

"We need to get out of here," the stranger stated. "Follow me." The white horse hair plum on her helmet whipped around and she began running to an easier path to the exit the ditch - to the west. The 'tons of enemies coming at us in a big way' west. She climbed up to the lip and peeked over."What are we doing?" I grumbled at her as I admired her kilted posterior from below."If I have this correct, the ditch is about to become an impassible barrier after a few vehicles go crashing in. We will need to circle around and kill the people in the last one so the rest can't escape." The two of us? Miyako had vanished again."I love this plan," I groused. "Me, you and a Miyako Monkey holding off how many hundreds of guys.""If you are scared, feel free to run away," the stranger sneered. "I wasn't planning on you being useful anyway." I made a quick assessment of my resources.Glock-22 - check; I'd dropped it. USAS-12 - check; I'd dropped that too. My .380 versus their body armor - check; us

"Before passing your final verdict on my tongue, give me ten minutes in private to convince you of its multitude of other uses," my fearlessness riposted."Boys with pink lips do not interest me," her eyes narrowed."Me neither. See? We are already finding common ground in less than five minutes. Give me another century and I'll have 'letting him die slowly' off your list of possible ways for me to go," I proved I wasn't going away.Shammy allowed, then crushed, a tiny smile."Last chance, Isharan - Ishara. I only came here to present my challenge to the current High Priestess. I have a pathetic, contemptible bit of filth to deal with," Shammy declared. She was referring to her death sentence.Normally, the High Priestess was the final source of reprieve, but I got the feeling Shammuramat was committed to spilling a sea of Amazon blood to force her way to a pardon."There is no High Priestess. She took herself to the cliffs eight days ago.""That was exceptionally insipid. What made h

Then my surviving cousin's morale broke and he tried to claw his way back into our ranks. He was stabbed in the back, his dying body tangling with mine and bearing us both to the ground. I saw this howling mad face over me. He was a commoner, like me, driven to violence by the terror of battle. His shoddily crafted spear plunged first into my right lung. The second stab found my heart. I died.From there, my spirit fell down toward the wretched dank caverns where all pitiful lowborn dregs are doomed to end up without hope of parole. Instead of endless misery, the Goddess Sarrat Irkalli appeared before me, barring my descent. With icy claws, she trisected my soul. I cannot begin to describe that agony. She snatched up my tattered bits and dragged me back into the world.Sarrat Irkalli, Goddess of the Netherworld, whispered a word that penetrated my brain through the left ear of my cooling corpse. It was an utterance so catastrophic to the fabric of the Veil I dare not repeat it even no

"If it is you, or me, Pamela, it will be me first," I mumbled back. I would pay the price to keep Pamela out of hell and that was what she was afraid of. Shammy shook us apart."Why don't you try and explain this to me?" the former queen commanded."Alal found a way to bring you back," I smiled at her. "He kept both promises. For a thousand years he has bent a great deal of his time and resources on destroying the Amazons - us, thus avenging you."As for 'coming back for you'; Granddad's - your Alal's - research uncovered that Sarrat Irkalli's first gift, that word, among other things, made him incapable of ever finding the missing pieces of his soul."He and anyone under his direction was purposely blinded to their hiding places and if he drew close they would move away. So he devised a way to recover them. The first part of his plan was conceived before you died."He knew the value of funerary goods and how they were carried over into the afterlife."Shammuramat patted her helmet -