Warlord

Number of Words: 3199 Update Time: 2012-12-08 20: 08: 00

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Valkyrie watched in silence as the dead butcher lay on the ground, his chest almost completely caved in, his back broken and broken in several places. Behind the butcher, dark red blood dyed the ground red. On top of the blood lay a few bones, which were the broken vertebrae of the butcher. Beneath the mask, the butcher looked stunned. He had never thought that he would end up like this.

He patted his shoulder as if he had done something trivial. He raised his head and motioned for Valkyrie to follow him.

As the two of them sped through the darkness of the base’s main passageway, Valkyrie looked at the short, stocky figure in front of him. When the blind butcher had rushed toward them, Carrion had sneered. The Chief Military Instructor crashed head-on into the butcher without any skill. The shock waves generated by the clash of forces had even turned several nearby buildings into dust, while the butcher who tried to kill the two of them was already dead.

Not only did the impact collapse its chest, but it also turned its brain into a paste. Although Valkyrie knew that he was not a simple man, it was only now that he had witnessed him effortlessly taking care of a butcher that Valkyrie was able to understand a little of his power.

In his father’s occasional talk of the past, Valkyrie knew that Carrion had the title of Steel Tiger. Even Ben had an expression of admiration when he talked about Callio. Aside from the power of the eighth step, there was another matter that he was proud of. That was, the wounds of the Iron Tiger were numerous, but not a single injury was seen on his back!

He was a worthy warrior, and an example to all the warriors of Asgard. In particular, Kalio’s student was also the idol of Thundergod Saul, the commander of Doomhammer’s army.

With a slight distraction, Caelio sensed something amiss. The Chief Military Instructor, who had been one step ahead of them, slowed down and used a casual punch to smash a Ripper, who had jumped out of a building three hundred meters away, into bits of meat, into the air. “Concentrate,” he said. “Even though there are few lives in this base that can compete with you, that doesn’t mean you can let your guard down.”