Todos los capítulos de The Apocalypse Hoarder: Capítulo 381 - Capítulo 390

The sudden explosion erased more than 30 lives in an instant. How many more died in the chaos that followed could not be counted.Wails echoed across Cloudcrest Manor, and terror drained the color from the survivors' faces. Some of the younger men snapped outright, screaming as they turned and ran.Those who remained alive were left senseless by the blast. Some lost their sight for several moments. Others were thrown unconscious. Many suffered ruptured eardrums and went deaf on the spot.At the rear, Easton and the other Willowford elders stood frozen. Their faces were empty, the light in their eyes extinguished.Reality struck too hard. Their minds shut down.A young man who had lost all sanity staggered over and clutched Easton's leg, howling like a madman, "They're dead! They're all dead! Blown to pieces! Arms, heads, everything shattered! Grandpa, they're all dead. All of them!"Even in his broken state, instinct drove him toward an elder, as though salvation might still be f

In the end, Thorgan came anyway. The explosion across the river had drawn him in.As a mutant, Thorgan understood the gap between ability users and ordinary people better than anyone in Willowford East. He had fought Cyrus before, and the latter had completely countered his power.If Cyrus had not feared an ambush and held back that day, Thorgan would already be dead. Even so, he could not stand by and watch the entire village perish.When the villagers saw the familiar figure, a wave of relief swept through them. Thorgan had arrived.He rushed in from the riverbank and pushed forward through the snow. He bent the storm to his will and used it to block Cyrus' line of sight.At the same time, he shouted at the villagers until his voice turned raw, "Go! Retreat now!"The villagers snapped out of their daze. The attack had failed completely, and the casualties were catastrophic. No one knew what other methods the enemy still held in reserve.They rushed to support their wounded rel

Thorgan's ability could interfere with Cyrus' vision, but its reach was limited. He could protect himself, not everyone else.The ice was packed with people fleeing in panic. Cyrus could kill anyone he wanted.If Thorgan chose self-preservation, the people of Willowford East would die. They had struck first, and Cyrus felt no hesitation as he cut them down.The military sniper rifle in Cyrus' hands was already deadly. Empowered by his ability, it became terrifying. One shot tore through three bodies at once, and a cloud of blood mist burst into the air.He worked the bolt and fired again. Two more bodies were pierced clean through.Each dog sled carried four people. Many sleds also hauled the bodies of relatives. Their pace was slow.Someone finally realized the problem and shouted, "Throw the bodies away! Run!"Pain twisted the villagers' faces. Those bodies belonged to their fathers and brothers.In the countryside, burial carried deep meaning. Even in death, a body had to re

At Willowford East, the villagers staggered back in chaos, utterly broken. Many had been frightened out of their wits. They lay collapsed in the snow, eyes vacant and unseeing.The cries of the wounded overlapped. Some voices rose in grief for the dead.The women who had stayed behind froze at the sight. They had expected heroes returning home. They had expected spoils and mountains of food. Instead, the force that had marched out with such confidence returned in ruins.Nearly half were gone."Where's my son? Where is he?""Ash? Ash!""Wait. Where's my husband? Did something happen to him?"Women pushed through the crowd, searching for fathers, husbands, and sons. The living and the newly widowed fell together, bound by the same grief.Thorgan stood in the snow-covered square and took in the devastation. Unease crept beneath his skin."I warned them," he murmured.He let out a long breath and turned toward his house. He did not want to face them.Not long after, someone burs

Thorgan was in a sorry state today. Something felt deeply wrong inside him, though he could not quite put it into words. All he felt was a heavy, suffocating frustration pressing down on his chest.Was what happened today really his fault? If it was, then why had he warned Easton so many times?In the end, he had been the one to step in and save the survivors. Otherwise, given the mysterious and terrifying way Cyrus operated, not a single person would have made it back alive.But if it was not his fault, then one truth remained unavoidable. If he had gone along with everyone from the start, the casualties would never have been this severe.Burdened by those tangled thoughts, Thorgan trudged home, each step slow and heavy.'Grandpa entrusted the Willowford family to me before he died. What can I even do? If that God of Destruction really comes here, I am no match for him. I would probably just end up running for my life. I thought awakening an ability meant I was some chosen protag