Chapter 812: Miscellaneous
Based on the current situation, it was difficult to judge the outcome of the battle between the two sides.
Although the contractors of the Reincarnation Paradise were extremely ruthless, as they repeatedly faced the harsh living conditions in Paradise, they either worked alone or formed groups or guilds, but they never tried to create a super-large organization.
Groups usually had up to twenty people, and guilds often had no more than 300 people.
This was due to the nature of the contractors of the Reincarnation Paradise. The strong grew stronger, and the weak simply died. Although powerful contractors appeared one after another, the number of contractors who died also grew. Because of the fierce competition between contractors, conflicts arose, which made it impossible to create an extra-large organization.
In addition, in the Reincarnation Paradise, the penalty of execution was a daily occurrence, and the penalty of removing a substantial portion of the characteristics was even more common. If a contractor was able to survive in this environment, even if they weren't very strong, they would at least have some good willpower. Those who had any diseases usually died on the first derived worlds.
However, even though the contractors of Reincarnation Paradise were strong in spirit, a large portion of those contractors had already died.
As of now, there were 725 contractors left alive in this world from the Reincarnation Paradise side, while there were 985 contractors left alive from the Apocalyptic Paradise side.
It wasn't that the contractors of the Reincarnation Paradise were weak, but that they were not united and most of the dead were lone individuals, while the contractors from the Apocalyptic Paradise who came to this world were members of the same organization, and it was because of this that they had such problems. small losses in relation to the losses of your enemy.
Of course, having more people under your command wasn't always a good thing. If they met an organization of equal strength, then given all the specifics, the contractors of the Apocalyptic Paradise would lose out to the contractors of the Reincarnation Paradise, because the method of cultivating the contractors of the Apocalyptic Paradise was relatively mild, at least the punishment was often not forced execution, but a small withdrawal of characteristics.
For the 725 contractors from the Reincarnation Paradise, there were a total of 8 different guilds coming in. Seven of them were medium sized guilds and only one was quite large.
But no one in Reincarnator Paradise can unite all the contractors under their wing, not even that fire mage. At best, he will be able to take the initiative, but no more.
The contractors of Apocalyptic Paradise were different from them. There was one big guild in this world, and the undisputed leader of this guild was the Queen.
If you looked at it this way, the Reincarnation Paradise was nothing compared to the Apocalyptic Paradise, but was this really the case?
This will only be known after the fight.
However, at least one of the ten contractors on the Reincarnation Heaven's side was abnormal. The remaining nine weren't really much better, but they looked relatively normal against the background of one madman.
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One of the three main battle zones, Odler Fortress.
*Dun-dun-dun...*
The sound of a bell rang out from a stone structure in the fortress grounds.
The contractor from the Reincarnation Paradise was sitting on the eastern part of the fortress wall without any emotion on his face.
— Potatoes, well, it's ready?
— Almost, " an impatient voice suddenly rang out from the stone tower behind them.
— Potato, let's just drop this thing off at the union camp. It will definitely kill a lot of people, " the contractor on the wall said.
— You're crazy... Did worms eat your brain? Potato asked, smiling and swinging his hammer.
— Who's crazy? You're the one who's crazy, and I'm the one who's normal, " the contractor on the wall said, shaking his head.
As he stared at the ground, an idea suddenly occurred to him.
— Potato, what do you think will happen if I jump?
— Potato stopped, turned around, and looked at his friend. "You'll probably die.
— It's not pleasant to die, " he said, and jumped down from the fortress walls.
A moment later, there was a muffled thud at the base of the walls.
— Are the Union warriors attacking again? A contractor in a cowboy hat asked Potato as he appeared beside him.
— Nope, Black Blood just jumped down.
— Damn it, this guy is getting more and more weird. I told him not to abuse that blood. Now he's acting like a suicide bomber.
*Crackle-crackle.*
One hand suddenly caught on the edge of the wall.
— I'm not dead, of course, but... It was so painful, " Blackblood said, and climbed up the walls of the fortress.
He was a young man with black hair and red eyes. He had a fair, handsome face, which made him look like a teenager, but his appearance shouldn't mislead anyone.
His favorite activity is hugging his enemies... Explode.
— Blackblood, have you made contact with the contractors from Apocalyptic Paradise before? How strong are they? Potato asked, and lowered his hammer.
He was a little curious about the contractors of Apocalyptic Paradise.
Blackblood sat back down on the edge of the walls, covered one nostril with his finger, and exhaled sharply through his nose.
The blood and snot immediately dripped down, and then he repeated the procedure with the other nostril..
— The equipment is not bad, the skills are average, but they are strange, " Black Blood replied.
— Strange ones? "Potato didn't quite understand Black Blood.
— How would you describe it?.. They seem to be working in a normal high-risk job? After saying that, Blackblood laid down on the floor of the wall and fell asleep a few seconds later.
Grand Canyon, a gathering place for Apocalyptic Paradise contractors, in a tent.
*Drip-drip-drip-drip...*
Blood dripped onto the ground and gradually seeped into the soil.
The smell of blood had long permeated the entire tent.
— How many of you are there, what are your missions, and who has the core of the world right now.
A skinny man in a butcher's suit was standing in the tent. His suit was splattered with blood. In the center of the tent, the female contractor was suspended upside down, her body swaying from side to side. She was completely naked and covered in blood. There were at least a hundred wounds on her body, causing blood to constantly trickle down her fair skin.
— Yours... Methods... Not that good. I'm better... I'm going to die, " said the girl who was hanging upside down. She stared intently at the man who was torturing her, wanting to hear the information she needed. — If... I say, will you let me go? There was a hint of desperation in the girl's eyes, as if she had finally given up.
— Of course, " the butcher said, and nodded.
— My... The mission is complete... her voice was getting quieter and quieter due to the loss of blood.
— Having no other choice, he immediately put his ear close to the girl's mouth.
*Clack!*
He barely managed to avoid the girl's bite.
— Hahaha, will you let me go? Are you trying to lure a small child with candy? I accepted that I was going to die when I was captured. Just wait, my boyfriend will find you and kill you very slowly, and when you die, I will be waiting for you in hell, " and after these words, blood began to flow from her mouth.
— ...
The butcher's eyes turned cold. This girl had control skills, but fortunately, she couldn't do anything to him right now.
*Ugh*
She spat out her chewed tongue. It wasn't that she didn't want to live, but that she was stalling for time. In this situation, revealing the information he needed would only kill her.
— It looks like the Queen is right, you bastards are all mentally ill — " the butcher then cut her throat with a scalpel.
Blood flowed down the girl's face, but she didn't move.
She just stared at her executioner intently.
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