All Chapters of Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The dark, suffocating weight of the dream pulled me under before I could even try to claw my way up to consciousness.It had been a long time since I had any dream at all, not to talk of nightmares. And this time, it felt so damn vivid that it was suffocating.In the dream, the northern ramparts were crumbling into dust under a blood-red sky. I was standing near the broken ledge, bleeding, holding out my hand toward Lucien. He was towering over me, his massive frame framed by black smoke. But his eyes weren't filled with the possessive, ferocious intent I knew so well. They were hollow. Cold. Heavy with an agonizing, silent guilt that cut deeper than any blade."Lucien...?" I choked out in the dark.He didn't say a word. He reached out, his broad palm settling flat against my chest, and gave me one slow, deliberate push.The wind howled in my ears as I tumbled backward into the endless, snapping jaws of the dark below. The last thing I saw before hitting the abyss was the agonizing t

I looked at him for a while and laughed."Hah, as if I'd let a mind-weaver—a parasite that sneaks into people's minds—stay in my fortress," I scoffed coldly, drawing my sidearm in one fluid motion and leveling the barrel directly between his eyes.The traitor’s eyes widened, sweat breaking out across his forehead as he pressed himself flatter against the damp concrete wall. But even with a barrel pointed at his face, a desperate, twitchy grin tugged at his bleeding lips."Go ahead! Pull the trigger!" he choked out, leaning forward just enough to press his forehead right against the cold steel of my gun. "But know that you’ll regret killing me. I've already implanted the mental frequencies into all three of your brains while you slept! It's an anchored psychic resonance loop!"I kept my grip steady, my eyes completely unreadable, but I didn't pull the trigger just yet."If you blow my brains out right now," the traitor hissed, his voice rising into a manic, breathless pitch, "the shock

Lucien leaned down until his shadow completely swallowed the man, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying growl. "And if we do decide to go to this industrial plant, and we find out Wesley moved her, or that this was an ambush... your core won't even get the chance to crush you. I'll rip your throat out myself.""She's there," Silas gasped, backing up as far as his cuffs allowed. "I swear it! They keep their high-value hostages in the lower basement near the generator room!"I stepped out of the cell into the hallway, signaling for Lucien and Daniel to join me. I leaned my back against the cold concrete wall, folding my arms over my chest as a cold, calculating spark ignited in my mind.Wesley had sent a secret weapon inside our walls to tear us apart from the shadows. His goal was to make us drown in paranoia and nightmare-fueled rage, blindly watching to see if the person we loved the most would stab a knife through our backs. He had no idea that his sleeper agent was now chained

The lead truck rounded the bend on two squealing wheels, diesel smoke belching into the grey air as Lucien aimed our steel plow straight at the barricade.Through the dusty windshield, the industrial plant’s front entrance looked like a fortress constructed of pure desperation. They had stacked concrete blocks, rusted shipping containers, and a wall of scrap metal. Standing right behind the barrier was their Metal user, his arms gleaming a dull, metallic grey as he raised his hands to draw the iron plating right into our path."Pedro, take out the foundation! Base of the wall, now!" I screamed into the mic.From the trailing rig, Pedro didn't disappoint. A heavy barrage of armor-piercing rounds chewed into the concrete base beneath the barricade. The explosion of stone dust and flying shrapnel broke the Metal user's footing, shattering his concentration before he could twist our plow into paper."Lucien, left pillar! Hit the concrete, not his trap!" I barked.Lucien didn't even blink

"For now, let’s put her directly under medical supervision in the central hub," I said, my voice dropping into a cold, pragmatic tone as I turned back to the glass. "No roaming the lower quarters alone, no private assignments, and definitely no lingering around the barracks. She trains her healing under strict watch, away from the main garrison."Daniel let out a low, dark chuckle, resting his elbows against the railing as he watched the guards below unconsciously straighten their posture as the blonde girl passed by. "Look at them already, practically drooling without even knowing why. You're sharp, Feisty. A few weeks of unmonitored smiles and we'd have a brawl breaking out in the mess hall every night."And it would be even worse if she were the manipulative type.Lucien didn't care about her beauty or her aura—to him, anyone who wasn't me was just background noise—but he understood military discipline better than anyone. His eyes narrowed as he watched a young guard linger just a