Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1273: Wrathful Vajra

For elite superhumans, particularly those geared toward battle, guns are nothing but mere playthings.

Merely the low-tier foot soldiers depend on such arms as their chief fighting tools.

Zhang Yi himself employs firearms merely as a conduit, unleashing deadly strikes through his superhuman powers.

Yet in truth, for the overwhelming majority of regular folks in this world—and even for beginner superhumans—the destructive power of guns stays downright horrifying!

Chodak commanded his crack armored vehicle squad, speeding straight to the camp the resistance forces had just assaulted.

Right away, they unleashed savage barrages across the whole camp!

In the dark night, bullets turned into a torrent of fiery death, mercilessly ripping into the serf camp.

The wild wolves under resistance control, the camp's serfs, and even certain private troops got torn apart by the mighty heavy machine guns. Chunks of flesh and blood splattered like shredded cloth!

This brutal and utterly merciless assault made Liang Yue's eyes bulge in horror, her fists instinctively balling up.

"They... they're so ruthless!"

Mu Yan replied coolly, "A genuine war machine must act just like that. Stripped of all feelings, only then do they turn into the finest warriors in this brutal world."

Mu Yan spoke true. To these crack troops, the death of everyone in the camp was simple—they perished.

As long as they wiped out their primary foe, the resistance army, a few extra casualties meant nothing.

Truth be told, humanity boasts remarkable breeding potential. No matter the harsh conditions, some always endure. And in an unchecked setting, they'd multiply wildly.

The resistance fighters clearly hadn't foreseen such savage tactics from these soldiers.

Yet having arrived, they stood ready for combat.

The woman astride the Alpha Wolf cracked her long whip. She raised fingers to her lips and let out a piercing whistle.

The wolves obeyed her instantly, howling as they surged toward the armored vehicles.

The resistance warriors refused to retreat, knowing full well that fleeing would doom all the camp folk they'd freed that day!

"Run! Head south, fast! Someone will guide you to freedom's land!"

Resistance troops yelled at the panicked serfs.

Many serfs huddled in fear, shoving heads into ragged padded coats, hands over ears, refusing the calls.

As if ignoring and blocking it all would make the nightmare vanish.

They could keep slaving for the chieftain lords daily, scraping by in misery.

But others realized lingering spelled doom. The armored soldiers' actions showed zero regard for serf lives.

Thus, under resistance guidance, some bolted desperately into the night.

Drolma's eyes gradually filled with a chilling icy blue. Her form shifted dramatically, sprouting white fur, height doubling nearly, muscles swelling massively in arms, legs, waist, and core.

She became a white werewolf, her right hand still clutching the long whip tight.

Defying the bullet storm, she whipped her lash forward.

"Whoosh—"

Frigid energy whirled around her, crafting a circle of jagged ice shards. Her whip gained a sheath of razor-sharp, solid frost.

Against the bullet deluge, she lashed out fiercely. The whip stretched tens of meters, twisting into layers, erecting a solid barrier of ice and snow before her!

Heavy machine gun rounds failed to breach this fortress of broken ice.

Commander Chodak stayed inside the armored vehicle, pipe gripped between teeth, eyes narrowed at the fiery chaos outside.

Warfare, infernos, the agonized wails of the dying—these sights stirred wild thrill in him.

Spotting Drolma up front, barring his advance, Chodak's gaze blazed with manic, murderous fervor.

"A top resistance officer! Snagging you today means huge merit!"

"Alive or dead, you'll do!"

On the Snowy Plateau, the four great chieftain clans wield weapons far inferior to Jiangnan Region's tech.

They lack the clearance to unleash Love's Death Reaper.

Hence, against elite superhumans, they must counter with their own high-caliber ones.

Chodak coolly shoved the vehicle hatch open, his massive frame marching toward Drolma.

Each had locked eyes long ago. Mutual loathing and killer instinct burned in their stares.

They recognized one another as prime targets.

Drolma's look stayed frosty, her face turning solemn.

For she knew Chodak's might: a top-three powerhouse in the Pagyi Family, with a superhuman index hitting 9700 points!

Usually, such foes fell to her sister Bamo.

But Bamo had taken a squad to waylay Sangha Monastery monks and hadn't come back.

Forced to step up, Drolma led the operation herself.

"Thump!"

A dazzling grin lit Chodak's face, his snow-white teeth gleaming starkly in darkness.

He smashed fists together, echoing like hammering a heavy bag.

With every stride, thick black fumes poured from his body.

Soon, the smoke swallowed him whole. Bursting free, his look had utterly morphed!

Height soared to almost five meters. Black, metal-sheathed skin cloaked him, topped by blazing red hair and huge, wrath-glaring eyes with arched brows.

Chodak, Pagyi Family Private Soldiers' Grand Commander, augmentation superhuman, power alias: [Fierce-Eyed Vajra]!

"Heh!"

Wrath twisted his features, but a savage smirk curled his mouth. Feet slammed the earth as he barreled at Drolma!

A raging gale erupted right there!

To cover the serfs' escape, Drolma bellowed and rushed to confront him!

The duo's clash ignited chaos, their underlings diving in, pairing off foes in a huge brawl.

Liang Yue and Mu Yan lurked in shadows, observing everything sharp.

Mu Yan watched Liang Yue closely, guarding against any rash dash from Shadow Space to aid the rebels.

Mu Yan figured Liang Yue might pull just that.

Luckily, today's Liang Yue wasn't the hothead of old. She could think things through now.

Still, prospects looked grim for the resistance.

The raid had wrecked the Pagyi serf camp badly, true.

But rescuing folks burdened them heavily.

Especially Drolma versus Chodak—a fight teetering on the knife's edge.

Author's Note