Wasteland Lord: Starting from Thirty Days to Live

The bone bear shook violently again.

Without time to consider the reasons behind its current form, Vittorio was completely focused on the goal of "defeating it".

Clearly, this strange stitching is the root of its weakness, so all we need to do is find a way to separate them again.

Vittorio raised the sword he had drawn from John's waist and slashed fiercely at the seam.

The bone bear beneath him let out a deafening roar.

It started to go berserk.

It jumped around frantically, shook its head, and even rolled around in place, trying to crush the little bug on its back.

But Vittorio wouldn't let go, even when his fingers turned white!

At the same time, a surge of anger mixed with a desire for conquest also rose fiercely in Vittorio's heart.

Regardless of life or death, this is a battle of primal power between a man eager to prove himself and a mad beast!

You want me to let go? I won't!

Vittorio thrust his sword down again, splattering flesh and blood from the bone bear, and the skeleton on its back began to loosen.

The tendon was made of some unknown material, but it was incredibly tough. Vittorio tried to cut it with his sword, but found it difficult to sever.

Just as he was getting anxious, the pattern on his left arm suddenly lit up, in sync with his heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat.

The gray color began to reverse, and at the same time, he felt a tremendous force coming from his arm!

Using that force, he slashed downwards with all his might!

After a "whoosh" sound, the stitched tendon snapped!

With a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," like a loach emerging from a hole, the tendon used for sewing was quickly pulled out of the fur and dragged down by the bones of the bone bear.

The bone bear, in pain, stood up and tilted its head back.

In an instant, Vittorio grabbed the bone spike with one hand, and with his left and right feet alternating in a climbing motion, he stood on the head of the bone bear, just like a knight riding his mount!

Everyone stared wide-eyed at this scene.

A warrior stands tall on the river bend!

However, his moment of glory lasted only three seconds. After pieces of bone began to fall off, Vittorio also fell down along with his skeleton.

Unfortunately, when he fell, the bones were on top and he was on the bottom. If nothing had gone wrong, he would have been crushed by the heavy pile of bones, either dead or seriously injured.

However, just a second before he landed, a swift yellow figure suddenly darted to his side, grabbed his waist, and freed him from under his bones.

With a deafening roar, the skeleton of the bone bear fell to the ground.

Vittorio turned around and was greeted by a sweet rose scent. It wasn't until the golden hair of the person above brushed against his face, making him feel a little itchy, that he realized it was Isolde who had saved him.

Isolde scooped him up in her arms and quickly left the scene.

Now, Isolde gently put him down.

The scent of roses lingered at the tip of his nose, and Vittorio blinked, feeling a sense of peace.

Thank you.

Isolde winked back and gave her a dashing smile.

"You're welcome."

As the skeleton attached to its back began to disintegrate and fall off, the bone bear completely lost its original fighting ability.

It began to attack haphazardly in place, but having lost the protection of its skeleton and after a long battle with two knights, it was already at its limit.

As dozens of arrows were fired simultaneously from the city wall, two knights below relentlessly attacked and bled the enemy, while militiamen stabbed them from the side.

Finally, after ten minutes, the bone bear bled to death, let out a mournful howl, and collapsed to the ground.

At this point, one hundred and twenty minutes had passed since Akame appeared.

As the bone bear fell, all the magical beasts seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up at the sky.

The red hue was gradually fading away, and a silvery-white hue suddenly appeared in the corner of that enormous celestial body.

Akame ga Kill! is over.

With a wolf howl, all the magical beasts seemed to be summoned and began to retreat violently.

They scattered and fled, abandoning their dead comrades, disappearing into the darkness.

Everyone was silent for a moment, then suddenly someone shouted.

"We survived! We won!"

Then this ecstatic announcement spread like a plague throughout the camp.

"We survived! The monsters are gone!"

Below the castle, women embraced each other excitedly, children screamed and jumped for joy, and soldiers who had fought all night also gave each other high-fives and hugs, their faces showing relieved and relieved smiles.

Vittorio stood there, looking up at the sky, watching helplessly as the crimson eyes gradually faded away.

At that moment, someone walked up to him.

He looked down and saw it was Edmund.

Edmund wasn't injured, but he did look a bit tired.

But what he exuded was more of a scrutiny, an excitement, and a silent approval.

Edmund stared at Vittorio for a long time with his remaining single eye, as if he were seeing him all over again.

After a long while, Edmund hesitated before placing his hand on Vittorio's shoulder, then firmly patted him on the shoulder, his thousand words condensed into one sentence.

"You are very good."

In an instant, Vittorio felt the tension in his heart finally dissipate, replaced by a gentle joy of being recognized.

At the same time, Edmund pointed to his arm, reminding him.

"Your condition has changed."

Vittorio looked at his left hand and realized that the ever-spreading gray infection lines that had plagued him were gradually fading away!

Instead, a surge of power was constantly filling the patterns Edmund had tattooed on his arm.

Vittorio suddenly raised his head.

"The will to survive?"

Edmund gave a subtle smile.

"You have just taken that leap, choosing a heroic act, and in the process you have fully grasped the spirit of attacking the invincible."

"That's right, the will to survive... or in your case, the will to conquer would be more accurate."

"In short, you won't die now, at least not from the infection."

Edmund's words filled Vittorio with genuine ecstasy.

It has been two and a half months since I came into this world.

Not a day went by that he was not terrified, not a day went by that he did not live in fear!

He walked on thin ice, daring not to slack off in the slightest, all for the sake of finding a glimmer of hope from the infection!

And just now, he finally did it!

At this moment, dawn broke. A blinding ray of sunlight pierced the horizon and exploded violently on the edge of the sky.

All the survivors emerged from their hiding places, basking in the sunlight and enjoying this hard-won light.

And they, intentionally or unintentionally, subtly surrounded Vittorio.

Simply because they had all just witnessed Vittorio's heroic act.

If Vittorio was once just a novel outsider who brought them new technologies...

So now Vittorio became their truly recognized lord, the one they were devoted to, and one of their own.

Edmund looked around, then suddenly grabbed Vittorio's right hand and raised it above his head.

"Glory to Vittorio! Glory to the Lord of the Reach!"