Abyss Summoner-Chapter 132 - 130: The Curtain Falls

The neck of the Mountain Ogre snapped. Even with a strong regenerative ability, he could not stop the advance of death. Without even a struggle, he fell to the ground, lifeless.

"What a pity, the Mountain Ogre was many times more formidable than Wei Xun. If he could have been recruited under my command, it would have been like adding wings to a tiger. Unfortunately... you crossed the line. I can’t keep you!"

Chen Feng looked at the Mountain Ogre, whose eyes wouldn’t close in death, a look of regret flashing across his face, quickly replaced by indifference.

This is the apocalypse.

A world where the weak are prey to the strong, and the fittest survive.

To survive, there is nothing wrong with being selfish, nothing wrong with framing others. To become stronger, it is common to abandon emotions.

But...

The Mountain Ogre ate people!

No food?

There was a whole supermarket’s worth of food downstairs. Even with a large number of people, if rationed properly, it would have lasted three to four months. There was no chance of running out.

Moreover, the Mountain Ogre had exceptional skills. Even if the food ran out, with his abilities, he could move freely through the wasteland. Most creatures would be unable to stop him.

Yet, the Mountain Ogre still chose to eat people, luring unsuspecting survivors into this place with food as bait, then turning them into a meal for himself.

This was pure murder for pleasure. Though his body remained human, his soul had long been corroded by the apocalypse, transforming into a demon!

If it must be described, the Mountain Ogre was like those demons wandering in the Abyss.

In general, demons abide by the Law of Chaos, where the strong are revered. They disregard promises, ready to betray at any moment, ignoring honor and changing intentions without hesitation, indiscriminate slaughter. They grow stronger through slaughtering opponents or their kind. Low-ranking demons would never miss the chance to kill off higher-level ones, even amidst a blood war, they cannot unite against an external enemy.

It has nothing to do with fear or pressure.

The Mountain Ogre’s heart had long been corroded, his brain possibly ravaged to chaos right from the start of the apocalypse. People like him understood lurking better than a crocodile, understood patience better than a hyena. However, never give him a chance because once he finds one, he will betray without hesitation, for no reason at all.

For Chen Feng, he likes absolute control, and a character and conduct like the Mountain Ogre’s do more harm than good if left alive. Instead of being on guard all the time, it’s easier to kill!

By now, all the thugs inside the supermarket had been executed, not a single one escaped!

The expressions of the crowd in the scene were tense, as if they’d experienced a hurricane. Each face bore an unhealthy pallor.

What just happened was too shocking!

The Mountain Ogre was terrifying, his dual-awakening form like a demon, causing everyone’s hearts to almost burst. And then, the scene where the Mountain Ogre killed his subordinates was even more astonishing, leaving people breathless, not daring to draw a full breath.

But...

This very demon, this vicious man, was now lying like a dead dog on the ground, motionless!

He was ruthless? Chen Feng was even more ruthless. He was fierce? Chen Feng was even fiercer!

In such circumstances, there was no sense among the people that evil wouldn’t prevail. Instead, there was a sense of fighting fire with fire. If the Mountain Ogre was a demon, then Chen Feng was the Demon God that suppressed everything, unleashing a storm with no room for negotiation.

At this point, Liu Haoyang and Ma Chen exchanged a glance, a hint of panic and fear flashing in their eyes. The two had only recently joined the camp, around the time when Chen Feng was recuperating, so their true strength hadn’t been revealed.

These two hadn’t played tricks, yet they harbored some personal schemes.

But now...

Seeing how Chen Feng treated his enemies, it was as if their very bones were to be frozen, fear spreading from their skin to their hearts.

After witnessing the earlier scene, where did they still harbor thoughts of rebellion? By this point, they were thoroughly convinced!

Betrayal?

What a joke!

Look at those monsters surrounding Chen Feng. In front of such a terrifying opponent as the Mountain Ogre, they didn’t even lift a finger. This kind of power is beyond normal comprehension.

Ma Chen was a young woman, a college girl before the apocalypse.

Her eyes were like pure water, a nose perfectly shaped, and her lips like small cherries. Her long brown hair cascaded like a waterfall.

She was undoubtedly a beauty.

At this moment, her beautiful eyes were focused on Chen Feng, inadvertently revealing a strange expression. In this chaotic environment, everyone wants to rely on the strong, to avoid being victimized by monsters.

Chen Feng had the ability and status, and he was not much older than Ma Chen, which stirred her heart.

To her, perhaps it was worth trying to approach each other.

Chen Feng, unaware of Ma Chen’s thoughts, watched the Undead Mage collect the Mountain Ogre’s body into a space, then turned and said to everyone: "Gather the supplies. Move all the food here, fifty percent goes to the public, you all get twenty percent, and the remaining thirty percent goes to the families of the lost search team members!"

With Chen Feng’s command, everyone fell silent.

A total of sixteen people, alive and kicking just days ago, and now...

Thinking about this, people couldn’t help but feel weighed down.

However, Chen Feng promised some material rewards, which brought a spark of motivation. They worked with more zeal, and in less than an hour, the entire supermarket was emptied, all materials loaded onto carts, and they all carried many bags on their persons.

Gazing at the assembled group ready to depart, Chen Feng said in a deep voice: "Set fire and burn it down..."

Cremation.

This is the most common way to meet death in the apocalypse.

The group began to march toward the camp, and behind them was a blazing high-rise, the wooden planks inside enveloped by flames, producing creaking sounds, like unjustly dead souls wailing, echoing endlessly across the open grounds...