Apocalypse Gachapon

Old Man kept looking back, but his squad members had long disappeared from sight.

He really didn’t want to be separated from his team and had tried to resist, but the boy now carrying him had sternly refused.

Old Man knew that if he kept insisting, he’d probably be knocked out.

So he obediently stayed on the evolved’s back, doing his best to keep his body light.

However, the lingering fear of the Ice Bear Knights made Old Man worry about his people’s safety.

He couldn’t deny that these four boys were strong, but only three had gone back. The Ice Bear Knights never moved in groups smaller than fifty, and from the sounds earlier, there had to be at least a hundred. How could three of them hold them off?

If these boys failed to stop them, his own people would… The thought alone made Old Man’s heart ache.

“Little Liu?”

A voice made Old Man turn his head, and he saw a ten-person squad ahead, around the same age as the earlier boys. Just from their speed, Old Man was shocked to realize they were all strong, likely stronger than he was.

“Big Zhen, you came at the perfect time!” Little Liu, the boy carrying Old Man, exclaimed joyfully, pulling Old Man off his back and pushing him toward a teammate.

“This is someone the boss wants. Send two people to take him over, then inform everyone that Team Xuan is trapped and needs backup—it’s urgent! Big Zhen, you guys come with me to reinforce them!”

Without another word, Little Liu dragged Big Zhen away. The others were stunned—Xiao Xuan was trapped? And the situation was critical?

This was serious! Big Zhen immediately ordered the two who took Old Man to hurry back and report, then pulled out a strange whistle and began blowing it in irregular, disjointed notes.

Along with Little Liu, the nine boys sprinted back the way they came.

Meanwhile, Xiao Xuan and his two companions were desperately fighting.

The previously divided Ice Bear Knight had regrouped, their numbers now reduced to just over sixty. Over thirty corpses lay scattered across the frozen plain, marking the path of pursuit and retreat.

By now, the three boys were covered in wounds, their armor rendered useless. The six-star evolved’s weapon had shattered from repeated clashes, leaving him with only a dagger.

The Prismatic Mage had been hit in the leg by a ranged attack from an Ice Bear Knight, slowing him to a crawl as his companions dragged him forward.

But the Ice Bear Knight exploited this weakness, launching repeated charges. They might lose one or two riders each time, but they also left deep wounds on the boys.

They had lost many, but now they were blood-crazed, determined to kill these three exhausted Asian boys. Only by bringing back their corpses could they justify their losses.

Otherwise, with over thirty of their three hundred knights dead, Chief Ivan’s fury would burn them alive.

Only the boys’ blue-grade equipment could spare them from punishment.

Another charge came. The white and silver-grade lances—occasionally a green one—stood no chance against Xiao Xuan’s blade. But outnumbered and protecting his comrades, he could only deflect the strikes, conserving energy to keep them alive.

But Xiao Xuan knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.

All skills were on cooldown, armor destroyed, bloodline effects expired, stamina and mental energy teetering on the brink…

Even escaping alone was beyond him now.

“Go!”

The six-star teammate suddenly shouted, charging ahead before Xiao Xuan or the Primsatic Mage could stop him. In his hand was a demon crystal grenade!

A female guard sister had given it to him—he resembled her late younger brother.

Female guards’ gear was top-grade, and this grenade was the latest model, devastatingly powerful.

But Xiao Xuan and the Prismatic Mage’s eyes reddened with grief.

No grenade, no matter how strong, could kill sixty Ice Bear Knights at once!

“Come back!” the Prismatic Mage cried, heartbroken and furious.

If not for his injured leg, his two comrades might have escaped. Already guilt-ridden, seeing this suicidal act made him grind his teeth in anguish.

Xiao Xuan, also clenching his jaw, held the Prismatic Mage back. Their teammate had bought them a chance—he couldn’t waste it on futile vengeance.

Carrying the mage, he fled toward the camp.

The boy hurled the grenade. The unfamiliar weapon sent knights and bears flying—five or six riders and mounts were shredded, with as many more wounded, their charge broken.

Dagger in hand, the boy vaulted off a dead bear, slashing a stunned knight’s throat. Blood sprayed as the man toppled from his mount in disbelief.

Still airborne, he crashed into another knight, slamming both to the ground. His dagger found the man’s heart in the tumble, ending him.

But a nearby knight’s lance pierced his leg, pinning him down. More lances stabbed in—he blocked with his dagger, but soon blood gushed from his mouth, his body riddled with wounds.