Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

When Lyndon came out, a hint of surprise flashed in Cyril's eyes.

He clutched the wound on his right arm, his eyes fixed on the spear in Lyndon's hand.

"You? I remember you were just a new waiter."

"That's right, boss. But I'm not your average waiter."

Lyndon nodded and spoke, then with a flick of his finger, the spear that had pierced Cyril's right arm flew back into Lyndon's hand as if it had a will of its own.

The spear transformed back into a ball of blood and burrowed back into the wound in Lyndon's palm.

Cyril witnessed everything firsthand.

He couldn't help but comment on Lyndon's abilities: "The secret art of manipulating blood? That's quite rare. I never expected that one of my employees would be a superhuman."

Cyril chuckled self-deprecatingly, his gaze sweeping over Lyndon.

Linden had messy curly hair and a pale face.

His limbs were slender, and he looked very thin.

But there was an indescribable energy and spirit shining in those brown eyes.

"I don't know you." Cyril's claws scratched restlessly on the ground. "I've killed many people. Is it because I killed your family?"

Lyndon shook his head at this.

"Your friend?"

Lyndon shook his head again.

"Your woman?"

Cyril recalled many of the evil deeds he had committed, but he could not recall when he had acquired an enemy named Lyndon.

"Arthur," Lyndon finally uttered a name.

When Cyril heard the name, his mind went blank.

He felt all the blood in his body rushing backwards, relentlessly surging towards his brain.

"You killed Arthur!"

Cyril gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with fury.

Lyndon, however, seemed indifferent. He shrugged and said, "Yes, but I regret it. Otherwise, I wouldn't be standing here. I'm a pacifist."

Cyril scoffed at this.

His venomous gaze swept around the surroundings.

He was surrounded by four superhumans, not to mention that there was another guy on a ship in the distance who was aiming a gun at his head.

"I think you'll regret stopping me today!"

Next, Cyril did something that none of them expected.

Instead of attacking Lyndon or Rodney, or running away, he used his claws and fangs to tear the corpses of his men on the ground to shreds.

Cyril piled the body parts around himself, forming a circle.

As for the internal organs, Cyril swallowed them.

Rodney and his two companions assumed Cyril had gone mad from the shock and lowered their guard.

But as Lyndon watched Cyril's actions, the worry between his brows deepened.

This scene seems somewhat familiar.

In a daze, Lyndon remembered.

Seeing this, he quickly raised his spear and threw it at Cyril.

The spear pierced Cyril's abdomen, but Cyril remained unmoved, continuing to fidget with the pieces of the corpse on the ground.

"Damn it!"

Lyndon cursed, then transformed his blood into two short spears and charged toward Cyril with a roar.

"Idiot! Stop him! He's about to use a secret technique!"

After Lyndon reminded them, the other three realized that things were not going well.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Cyril stood amidst the pile of corpses, looked up at the waning moon in the sky, and let out a mournful wolf howl.

He opened his arms and devoutly murmured a prayer to the waning moon above:

"Thron Errazal! The moon god who has compassion for all mankind!"

"I climb mountains of corpses, I stand amidst seas of blood!"

"I humbly beg you to lower your gaze upon this crimson wasteland!"

"Have mercy on these souls who have fallen into the abyss!"

"If death is too light, then give me a heavy one."

"If the night is too dark, grant me light."

"Summon the power of the gods! Help me wash away all the bloodshed of this mortal realm!"

The bright moonlight fell upon him, and Cyril's eyes suddenly emitted a fiery red light, and his body swelled up again.

Powerful muscles burst through the protection of gray fur, exposing them.

Fresh blood flowed from the ruptured muscle.

The gray fur, soaked in blood, clumped together.

Under the moonlight, Cyril looked like a monster crawling out of a sea of ​​blood.

Even though Lyndon pierced Cyril's body with the short spear, Cyril, nourished by the power, simply released a burst of energy that sent Lyndon flying several meters.

Even the short spear in Lyndon's hand was shattered into a bloody mist.

Secret Technique: Howling Wolf Summons the Moon!

The God of the Azure Moon and Compassion: Thran Errazel.

The most compassionate of the six great gods.

When all living beings are mired in suffering, when they look up at the moon and pray, the divine light will protect them and help them welcome the dawn.

Cyril had a giant wolf's heart transplanted into his body many years ago.

This gave him the power of a wolf.

The wolf is the most loyal follower of the God of the Azure Moon.

"It's time to end this."

Cyril, having regained his power, appeared in front of Moran with incredible speed; Moran could only see a blur flash past his eyes.

Cyril's massive body stood before Moran like a towering mountain.

Moran was so frightened by the terrifying pressure that she couldn't move.

Cyril looked down at Moran as if he were an ant, and then with a single, light punch, he sent Moran flying.

After dealing with Moran, Cyril turned to look at the other three.

However, he completely ignored Rodney and Mary beside him and pointed at Lyndon in front of him.

"It's all because of you. I'll tear your limbs off one by one, and then, amidst your screams, I'll snap your head off!"

Cyril's roar stirred up a foul wind, and with his legs slightly bent, he launched himself out like a cannonball.

The claws tore towards Lyndon's throat.

Lyndon's eyes widened, and he gathered his spear in both hands to block again.

Clang!

Wolf claws clashed with blood spears.

The force was so strong that Lyndon almost couldn't withstand it; his hand split open, and he was forced back several steps under Cyril's pressure.

Seeing that Lyndon was at a disadvantage, Rodney rushed over to help.

Cyril swung his claws back, grabbing Rodney who had come to help, and then threw him toward Mary.

"Ugh!"

With the two screaming in agony, only Lyndon remained to face Cyril.

Lyndon swung his spear, intending to stab Cyril, but Cyril easily caught it in his hand.

Cyril lifted Lyndon up.

A sinister laugh escaped his throat, his eyes filled with mockery.

"You're all finished!"

Cyril increased the pressure on his claws even further.

Lyndon felt like his bones were being crushed into dust.

Despite this, Lyndon still smiled and said to Cyril, "No, you're the one who's doomed."

"Oh?" Cyril said with a mocking smile, as if Lyndon had told a hilarious joke. "Then I'd really like to know how you're going to defeat me?"

Cyril looked toward the cargo ship, but the guy who had shot Wade earlier was nowhere to be seen.

A smile tugged at the corner of Lyndon's mouth.

"Don't you feel like someone's missing?"

Before Cyril could react, a sudden gust of wind arose in the darkness.

Something slammed into Cyril's lower back, near his spine.

Immediately, blood gushed out.

Cyril was so badly hurt that he couldn't help but loosen his grip on Lyndon's hand.

Ignoring the pain, Lyndon, who had landed steadily on the ground, raised his spear again and thrust it toward Cyril's heart.

puff!

Cyril was stabbed through the chest by Lyndon.

He staggered backward, looking incredulously at the spear embedded in his chest.

As Cyril felt the spiritual energy draining from his body, he gradually returned to his original form.

"No...no..."

Cyril was unwilling to accept defeat.

He looked at what had just attacked him; it was an iron fist.

At that moment, the attacker stepped out from the side.

"Walter... how could it be you...?"

Cyril watched helplessly as Walter and Lyndon stood together, and couldn't help but force a bitter smile.

"You must have made a mistake, right...?"

Cyril was still trying to find excuses for Walter.

Then Walter walked toward Cyril, who was lying on the ground, badly injured.

He pulled a dagger from his pocket and, without hesitation, plunged it into Cyril's body.

"You betrayed us first. This stab was done on behalf of Tommy."

As he felt life slipping away, Cyril recalled scenes of himself playing with Walter when he was a child.

"Walter, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I don't know. My dad wants me to work in a steel factory. What about you?"

"I want to be the boss when I grow up!"

"Boss?"

"Yeah! Being a boss means you're in charge of a huge territory all by yourself, and every time you go out, you're followed by a bunch of henchmen. It's so impressive!"

"Wow! Then I won't go to the factory either. I'll be your subordinate and help you build your territory!"

"Okay, it's a deal."

"It's a deal!"

Thick fog covered the river, and the ship's horn sounded mournful.

Cyril is dead, killed by Walter.