Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 6: Class

Alan's expression was also ugly. He wasn't frightened by the sturdy voice of the second lieutenant. What truly shocked him was the light that the second lieutenant emitted from his body when he shouted.

That was the light of Origin Energy. It was different from Bai Fang's cold silver radiance. The radiance on the second lieutenant's body was pale red, emitting a strong and domineering aura.

In addition to the second lieutenant, Allen noticed that a few of the instructors were also emitting a blurry glow. However, when compared to the second lieutenant, their brilliance was extremely dim. But no matter how dim it was, Alan knew that he couldn't afford to offend such a person, at least for now.

He decided to strictly obey the second lieutenant's orders. Killing someone like him was no different from crushing an ant to death. They were not as easy to provoke as Gu Te's soldiers. And he still wanted to live. Only by living could he settle the score with Andy.

At the same time, it was also her mother's wish!

At the second lieutenant's signal, several soldiers sprinkled some yellow powder around the teenagers and girls. At the same time, Andy continued, "Next, there's a simple test. Trust me, it's really simple."

He smiled sinisterly and said, "I only want you to stand there for 10 minutes without moving. Most importantly, you are not allowed to leave this yellow circle. Whoever disobeys the order will end up "

Taking out a rough revolver from his waist, Second Lieutenant Ron purposely shook the gun, the meaning of which was already very obvious.

Soon, the yellow powder had already sprinkled out a circle on the plaza that did not dodge. A hundred or so youths were standing in the circle. Many of the youths looked a little frightened. Alan sniffed hard. The smell of the powder was filled with a pungent sour smell that almost made him choke to tears. A strong smell like this didn't seem to be just for the sake of drawing a circle.

More like to restrict something.

Allen's speculation soon came true, as several other soldiers brought over a few sealed alloy barrels. After entering the password, the electronic lock was finally unlocked and the surface of the barrel shrank. The pitch-black space inside flickered with tens of millions of dark red fireflies.

The youths couldn't conceal the fear in their eyes. They retreated and even fell to the ground cowardly.

Suddenly, a little thing jumped out of the barrel. It was an ant, but it was a little bigger, the size of a cicada. His body was dark red, and his two small sharp palate teeth were gently moving.

"These are volcanic ants. They live near the crater all year round and are exceptionally sensitive to tremors. If I were you, just stand still obediently." Second Lieutenant Ron said with a sinister smile.

A few soldiers began to knock on the barrel. Under the influence of the vibration, a large number of volcanic ants crawled out of the barrel. They were like a dark red tide, spreading out from the ground. At first, the volcanic ants looked a little confused, as if they were adapting to the new environment. However, when some of the youths couldn't help but cry out in alarm, these ants immediately locked onto their target and followed like a tidal wave towards the youths.

Alan took a deep breath and began to slow down his heart. This was a technique used by snow wolves to conceal their tracks. By slowing down their heartbeats, they could weaken their aura so that they could quietly approach their prey and launch another killing blow.

By the time he took a few breaths, the volcanic ants had already rushed to the feet of the teenagers. Dozens of ants began to climb onto Ellen's feet, trying to breathe as long and gentle as possible so that his body wouldn't react too violently.

However, the other teenagers were not Alan. At least half of the teenagers cried out in alarm, stomping their feet and patting them with their hands. However, their overly fierce reactions quickly triggered an attack from the volcanic ants. These large ants had their jaws easily torn open the young boy's tender skin. They drilled through the ears, nostrils, and even the lower body of these older children.

In just a minute, more than a dozen teenagers had already fallen. They began to vomit blood, which was the result of their internal organs being bitten by volcanic ants.

A twelve or thirteen year old boy finally screamed and ran out of the yellow circle. Second Lieutenant Ron did not stop him. The other teenagers followed suit. When more than a dozen children ran out of the yellow circle, Second Lieutenant Ron nodded to the soldiers behind him.

Following which, a series of gunshots rang out. The soldiers immediately used their rifles to knock down the children who dared to run out of the yellow circle. Ron even used his rough revolver to plow off more than half of a girl's head. The child's corpse that fell to the ground soon became a delicacy for volcanic ants.

Alan simply closed his breath and eyes. He was still standing there, his entire body covered with volcanic ants. But he didn't move at all, just like a stone sculpture. Ron soon discovered him and the second lieutenant winked at an instructor beside him. "Looks like there's still some good stuff. The little guy actually knows how to slow down his heartbeat and restrain his aura. Look, those damn ants only treat him like a rock."

"Remember his number later."

The instructor nodded.

Ten minutes had finally passed. Ron snapped his fingers and a dozen soldiers immediately rushed towards the children with water guns. A large amount of cold water sprayed onto his body. Alan felt his entire body loosen, and the densely packed ants crawling on his body were all washed away by the water. They struggled desperately in the water, but soon all of them did not move. Alan stretched out his tongue and gently licked the water stains that flowed out of his mouth. He only felt a strong sour smell coming from the tip of his tongue.

Something seeped into the water. This thing should be fatal to volcanic ants.

The water gun washed for an entire minute before stopping. Less than a third of the teenagers were still standing. At least 50 teenagers died from the bite of volcanic ants, and more than a dozen of them were shot by Ron and his soldiers.

In just 10 minutes, there were only 35 people left in the training camp. At this moment, Alan understood the meaning of the so-called "hell" in Ron's words.

"Congratulations, you've passed the first trial, and it's also the toughest trial." Ron looked at the teenagers who were still standing, their entire bodies drenched. Some of the girls had wet clothes on their bodies, exposing their green bodies. Ron glanced at the girls before continuing, "This is the first lesson I've taught you. It's to obey my orders completely. If you follow my orders, you may not die. But if you disobey them, you're dead!"

"I think those deserters from before are enough to explain this."

Ron clapped his hands and said, "Well, for the time being, this morning's class is like this." Here are some manuals. I know that some of you don't even know why you're here. Take this opportunity to take a good look. The instructor will take you to the barracks later. When I hear the whistle, I hope you will appear in front of me within 15 seconds. Otherwise, consider the consequences for yourselves. "

"Disband!"

Afterwards, Allen and the others were taken to a crude barracks.

The barracks were made of iron plates, and thick steel bars were used as brackets in the barracks. Apart from that, there were only two rows of iron beds left. Alan picked out a bed, which was at least three meters away from the nearest window in the corner. Many children liked to sleep near windows, while Allen subconsciously chose a corner to rest in for years of wilderness habits that weren't easy to attack.

His clothes were soaked through, so he took off his coat. Very quickly, the instructor delivered a few sets of camp uniforms to the children. A grass-green vest, a pair of camouflage trousers, and black military boots. This was the best dress Alan had worn in five years, and the instructor was in the barracks supervising the children to change into camp clothes. The barracks were used by both men and women. A dozen or so girls had to take off their wet clothes in front of everyone. Some of the girls had already grown well, revealing the fruit on their chests that was about to ripen.

This naturally attracted the enthusiastic gazes of the instructor and the other boys, and Alan was no exception. However, living with Snow Wolf for many years, he didn't know much about men and women. The other boys were different. Some of the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys already had this kind of experience, so their gazes at the girl became even more intense.

Just as the youths were changing their clothes, a dozen instructors suddenly jumped up from the barracks entrance and windows. Each of them had a whip in their hands, and they couldn't help but violently whip at the naked teenagers.

For a moment, the barracks screamed.

Allen's choice of location gave him a second or two to react. So when an instructor's whip flew into the air, he rolled on the bed and let the whip hit the iron bed. The instructor shook his wrist and swept his whip out. Ellen saw the opportunity to pounce on the ground and dodged the second whip.

"Damn it!" The instructor cursed in a low voice and sent out another whip.

The whip aimed at Alan's head, and the latter immediately covered his head with his hand. He shrunk himself into a ball to reduce the impact area. Then, he slightly moved the whip that landed on his head to the outside of his left arm, causing a red and swollen wound to instantly appear.

A few more lashes followed.

Miserable screams echoed in the barracks, but the attack came and went quickly. In just five seconds, all the instructors stopped. Each child was whipped at least two or three times. Alan was a little more. He received six lashes, twice as much as the other teenagers!

Only then did Second Lieutenant Ron walk in, with a signature smile on his face, "Little bastards, how are you? Are you feeling well?" Remember, you are here to receive the most rigorous training in order to survive in the cruelest of games. Don't think that you're still at home. I have an attack on you at any moment. All you have to do is stay alert at all times and learn to be beaten as fast as you can! "

"This is the second lesson I've taught you!"