Chapter 359: Tragic Scenes in Other Areas

"Blabbering on and on, I can't understand a word you're saying, so just shut up!"

Angron used the horns of this Demon to pierce directly into the Demon's head; a short wail rang out, then stopped abruptly, and the body turned into a wisp of Black Qi and flew toward the sky.

"You were very brave just now, actually daring to attack a Demon with this."

Angron looked up at the resident before him and nodded in appreciation.

Kusake's brain was currently crashing; what was going on? This guy had solved this Demon so easily? But, he himself hadn't been that relaxed when he went to fight that Demon just now; how did this youth do it?

"Uh, thanks..."

Kusake had just wanted to express his thanks, but was tossed by Angron into the Training Camp, and the Power Sword in his hand swung again, slaying the Demons charging over.

Kusake fell to the ground, but thanks to the training during this period, Kusake did not pass out from the pain.

"Ugh, this strength... hiss... is it too terrifying?"

To think he was an adult male, yet he had been thrown in here by such a youth as if he were a toy, and it seemed the other party had even held back his strength to avoid him getting injured from the fall.

Even so, having been thrown to the ground, Kusake still felt as if all the bones in his body had been shaken apart.

Having just regained his senses, Kusake saw that there were already quite a few Outer City residents hiding in the Training Camp, along with some soldiers in bright uniforms, who were continuously firing their Laser Guns at the Demons in the sky.

This also made some Demons feel that this place was troublesome, and they chose to go to other areas to slaughter.

"Lord Angron, the Aliens near us have decreased; they seem to have gone to other areas."

A Modian Sergeant trotted over to Angron, who was walking behind the Training Camp, and after saluting solemnly, reported.

Watching the towering Deep Red Gate in the distance that had now closed, Angron nodded and spoke.

"You all go help in other areas; with us here, those Demons won't be able to stir up any trouble."

"Understood, Lord Angron!"

After this Modian Sergeant saluted Angron again, he turned around and took the Modian soldiers within the Training Camp and left the camp.

At this time, Angron bypassed the crowd and saw two Xiunu protecting his grandmother, and while Mother Ying was pale, she was not as flustered as the others.

"Grandmother, Vulkan has already gone to close that gate; this crisis will pass very soon."

After Mother Ying saw Angron walking over, she squeezed a smile onto her face, looked at Angron's body with concern, and said to Angron in a low voice.

"Angron, are you hurt?"

"No, they just look disgusting; in reality, they are very weak."

Angron's voice was quite loud, so the surrounding residents heard it clearly, and the expressions on everyone's faces became somewhat subtle.

If they hadn't just seen this youth tearing those Demons apart with his bare hands, no one would have taken Angron's words seriously, but now, this youth truly had the strength to say so—too strong!

"But, I saw those monsters go to other areas..."

"Don't worry, Grandmother, the gate those Demons appeared from has already been closed. I plan to go and finish off the remaining Demons to prevent them from causing greater destruction in the city, but I am just a bit worried about you and Little Sister."

As he spoke, Angron looked at Little Sister in Mother Ying's arms and dotingly patted the little one's head.

"It's fine, aren't they here now? You should go and help the others."

Seeing Mother Ying say this, Angron looked at the two Xiunu.

"Lord Angron, please rest assured, we will definitely protect your grandmother well."

Seeing this, the two Xiunu immediately saluted and said.

Seeing this, Angron returned the Power Sword to the Xiunu and said to Mother Ying.

"Grandmother, then I'm going; those Demons shouldn't appear again."

Not long after Angron left the Training Camp, he wiped out all the Demons he encountered; these Demons were nightmare-like existences in the eyes of others, but in Angron's hands, not a single Demon could survive more than two moves.

Angron arrived at another street and found corpses strewn everywhere; everywhere were the severed limbs of Humans, among which some blood-stained fragments of bright uniforms and the Combat Knives of Human Alliance soldiers were mixed with the debris of destroyed ruins.

Seeing this scene, Angron frowned, and after sensing the oppressive atmosphere here, Angron picked up a Combat Knife from a pool of blood, shook off the bloodstains on it, and continued walking forward.

"Hiss... that youth over there, hiss... uh... who... who are you? It's... very dangerous here... run away quickly."

A weak voice came from a ruin; Angron held the Combat Knife and arrived at the ruin where the voice came from. A Human Alliance soldier was currently being pinned by a pile of ruins, half his body trapped, and upon seeing Angron, he asked.

"Run away quickly, huff... while those Demons haven't... haven't discovered you."

Angron saw the injuries of this Human Alliance soldier; he was beyond saving, having lost too much blood. That he still had spirit now was likely a final flash of clarity.

"I came here specifically to find those Demons, to prevent them from hurting more residents. You are beyond saving, sorry."

Angron looked at this Human Alliance soldier before him and did not feel fear from him, only regret.

This Human Alliance soldier looked at Angron with a bitter smile, and upon seeing the Combat Knife in the other party's hand, he spoke to Angron.

"Since that's the case, then I will use my final Spiritual Power to help you. Can you hand that Combat Knife to me?"

Angron did not refuse and placed the Combat Knife into the right hand of this Human Alliance soldier.

"Spiritual Power attacks are more effective than physical attacks against those Demons. I will store the remaining Spiritual Power in my body into this knife. Holding this Combat Knife, you will have the ability to resist when you encounter Demons. You are still young, there is no need to push yourself; wait until you grow up to... to..."

This Human Alliance soldier's voice grew lower and lower until the sound disappeared completely, and only then did Angron take the Combat Knife from the Human Alliance soldier's hand.

Looking at the Human Alliance soldier who had lost his vital signs, Angron muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Strange, I clearly said I came to find the Demons, why didn't he believe me? I didn't lie."

Angron shook his head and continued to rush toward the other side of the street.

Just as Angron reached the street corner, he saw dozens of Demons using their Claws to slash at a young girl's delicate cheeks. Feeling the girl's desperate emotions, Angron picked up some gravel and threw it at those Demons.

A series of whistling sounds rang out; the Demons, stung by the gravel, turned their heads to look and saw a short Human, about 1.2 meters tall, charging toward them while holding a Combat Knife.