Mud And Blood 3 の小説・ストーリー

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.

"They were warm..." Mable crouched in front of me like she was about to scold a child who tried to lick a pole frozen in the dead of winter. "And contaminated." "Yeah, with mud." "Mud." she repeated, unimpressed. "And blood. and gods know what else that was out there. Now. Feet." Heat crawled up my neck. "They are fine." Mable snorted. "Child, if they were fine, you wouldn't be flinching every time the air touches them."

Powerful shockwaves sent mud flying everywhere. “AAAAH!” All seven men coughed up mouthfuls of blood, struck down by the backlash of their own runaway power. They were hurled backward together with their weapons. One bone fracture rang out after another as they crashed heavily into the safety barrier. The seven fighters collapsed motionless in the mire, covered in filth, unable to rise again. Mud splattered down from the air. Eira remained standing steadily on the stone slab, not a single speck of mud staining her black outfit.

"You really won't let me check your wound? Andrei... Huh? I really need to check it and.— She pushed her out and locked the door before she could finish. He rested on the door, releasing a loud exhale. -- [9PM] Madden's breaths came softly as he opened the door to the abandoned basement. He stepped in, going down the cemented stairs till he got to the base. The smell of blood still lingered—blood of Malik and his two cohorts whom he killed here three weeks ago. It's still so strong, but he's not here for that tonight.

Robert looks the best out of all three of them with just some mud covering him. I see the small limp in Archie's leg as he walks in along with a pretty big trail of blood dripping on his exposed stomach that's coming from a cut just next to his side. He holds his white t-shirt in his hand which's also covered in mud. I look up at his face to see his lip busted along with a small cut right above his eyebrow that's dripping with sweat and blood.

The terrifying momentum caused the thousands of troops of the Fiends and Blood race to spit out blood. The Demon-slain Finger crashed down with unparalleled crushing power. Boom! Demon-slain Finger crushed the Fiend Hand rushing toward Chu Xun and fell on the Blood Supremacy's head. Third Blood Supremacy was clearly a bit scared. He roared. The blood sea seethed, conjuring a blood curtain that looked like an enormous shield. Boom!

The tent stood as a silent sentinel, guarding the grim scene within. Theo came after him, the wet ground squishing under his feet now stained by blood. The grass was wet at his feet, soaked through with the lifeblood of countless soldiers. He could feel the sticky warmth of the blood seeping into his boots, mingling with the mud. The air was thick with the stench of death, a suffocating miasma that seemed to cling to his very skin.