Chapter 128 The End of the Era: Another Loss

Vito opened his eyes, his eyes looking at the towering tent dome. The leather tent made of cowhide resisted the cold at night and blocked the wind and sand and the high temperature of the sun during the day.

This is a comfortable shelter with a carpet bed made of animal fur. Vito lay on it and looked down at Sarah in his arms. She was lying naked like Vito, and the furry mattress and bedding brought warmth and comfort.

This was the third time he woke up like this. These three days were the happiest three days Vito spent in the doomsday after everything was over.

Vito smiled and stroked her shoulders. Sarah in his arms squirmed and rubbed against him. She was actually awake. Even if she had sex last night, her biological clock made her wake up early, but she didn't want to get up. She kept doing this, hiding in the warm shelter.

Vito sat up, and Sarah didn't stop him. She knew he had something important to deal with today.

Vito stood up and put on his pants and shirt. Sarah, who was naked, picked up the holster that she had thrown aside last night and handed it to him. Vito hung the two pistols on his waist. Sarah climbed up his arms and hugged Vito.

Vito pulled out the revolver with his backhand and handed it to Sarah, who took the pistol with a little confusion.

"It will protect you when I'm not around. You know how to shoot, right?"

Sarah nodded, and Vito caressed her cheek and smiled, "Very good, it has been with me for many years, and it can penetrate most of the non-heavy armor in the world today. Make good use of it."

He smiled, lowered his head and kissed Sarah at close range, and then touched the little girl's head, "I'll be back when I'm done." "I know, I'll wait for you." "Of course."

Vito kissed Sarah again, and then walked out of the tent. He walked straight to his scarlet motorcycle, where Hafas was standing waiting for him.

Vito got on his motorcycle and took the sniper rifle from his lively little son. He put the sniper rifle on his back and turned his head to look in the direction of the chief.

The majestic chief stood there, standing in front of the tent and looking at him. Vito nodded to him affirmatively, and then smiled gently at Sarah who came out wrapped in a blanket.

He patted Hafas's shoulder and turned the throttle. Vito left in a cloud of dust. The scarlet motorcycle jumped out of the tribe. It hit the sand heavily and then rushed to the end of the earth.

Long dust rose along with the trajectory of the motorcycle. The rising sun enveloped him and the side of the motorcycle. Just like a task in a shadow play, he rode on the sun and galloped in the fiery rising sun.

He sat on the motorcycle and looked at the desert that had just risen. Countless hills turned into huge shadows and stretched out long. Their shadows were long and straight, just like a beautiful oil painting.

Vito rode his motorcycle across the sandbar and the sea of ​​sand. Now he was already familiar with this place. He didn't need navigation, guidance, or estimation of direction to find his target.

He crossed the sea of ​​sand like a real tribesman, his tribal clothes fluttering in the wind, the motorcycle passed through the desert, drove over ridges and barren land, and finally he arrived at his destination.

Vito rode his motorcycle up a sand dune. He looked at the town under the dune. It was the largest settlement on this land, and it was also the station of the Trade Union.

He turned the throttle and rushed down. The motorcycle rushed over the sand dune and raised a cloud of dust. He drove into the town and came to the eye-catching white dome building.

Vito turned over and got off the motorcycle. He walked to the door with a sniper rifle and a pistol on his back. The two armed Trade Union guards at the door looked at Vito and let him in.

Obviously they got the approval and instructions. Only one tribesman would visit today, and this tribesman was definitely not someone they could afford to offend.

The door in front of the door opened, and Vito walked into it. It was a large office hall where traders and travelers talked and processed information.

"Master?" a respectful receptionist asked. He was very humble and submissive. Vito nodded silently in affirmation, and he quickly motioned Vito to follow.

"Master, please come with me."

He followed the receptionist through the service hall and came to a small reception room inside the hall. Someone had been waiting for him here for a long time. The conductor, yes, the train conductor, was waiting for him here.

The train conductor sat on a sofa and nodded respectfully to Vito, "Please sit down, Master." He pointed to the sofa on his side, and Vito sat on it after the receptionist politely nodded and left.

He was in a hurry but did not speak. Instead, he waited until the door of the reception room was closed before speaking, "You really didn't play tricks, which is very commendable."

"To be honest, Master, some people did suggest that we assassinate you, so that we can dispel the fantasy of the natives, but I decisively rejected this barbaric and inappropriate suggestion."

The driver smiled respectfully, trying to create his sincerity. Vito smiled jokingly and put his hands on his knees. He knew that he was not sincere in the negotiation, but because he was too naive to play assassination with him.

Playing assassination and assassination with the assassin master? Are you serious?

"What did your superior say? I don't want to spend too much time on this issue today. Someone is waiting for me." Vito said coldly, and his voice was like a dagger made of frost, which made people feel cold in the back in such a hot desert.

The driver looked at the assassin master with fear. He cleared his throat quickly. To be honest, he didn't want to stay in the same room with Vito for more than five minutes. Every second he was here made him feel suffocated.

"Of course, Master, we agree to pay the tribute, which is the toll. We are merchants, not barbarians, of course." He said with a fake smile, rubbing his hands in an ugly way, and his eyes were full of fear of what he would say next.

"Go ahead, Captain. I won't kill you, at least before you disappoint me."

The Captain shuddered and waved his hands. "Master, this... You see, we have already paid the Fire Wheel Gang. There can only be one owner on a piece of land. I think you agree."

Vito didn't say anything, but looked at the Captain coldly. The latter shook his head and explained, "As long as you can solve the problem! Solve them! We will offer sacrifices with both hands! I promise you!"

Vito stood up and looked down at the Captain in front of him. The latter leaned on the sofa and looked at him with fear. Vito's silence was as cold as an ice cellar. This room made the Captain tremble constantly.

"The Fire Wheel Gang will no longer be a problem. Prepare your sacrifices." "Of course, of course, Master, we will prepare them."

After Vito said that, he turned and left. He walked out of the reception room. The Captain breathed a sigh of relief. It was only less than three minutes just now, but he felt like half a lifetime.

Vito walked out of the Trade Union building. He got on his motorcycle and looked at the two guards. They all stepped back subconsciously.

Vito said nothing, but turned the car around and left. He drove out of the town's main road and drove into the desert where he belonged.

Vito drove his motorcycle back to the tribe. The round trip took nearly half a day, but he still drove in that direction enthusiastically. He was looking forward to the bonfire, food and the comfort of his lover tonight.

That was his home now, an extremely precious place in this doomsday wasteland.

But he found something. He saw the thick smoke in the distance while sitting on the motorcycle. That was the direction of the tribe.

"Fuck it!" Vito cursed and rushed at full speed. The motorcycle's wheels were running fast, allowing him to rush across the sandbar at a very fast speed. He returned to the tribe like a red lightning.

He stopped outside the tribe with a sudden brake, looking at the scene in front of him with horror.

The tribe was full of corpses. Those tribesmen, the people who had lived and talked with him these days, died. They were shamefully murdered.

Kaban beasts fell outside the tribe, their bodies were full of holes, the tents were burning, and everything was destroyed.

Vito turned over the motorcycle, he pulled out his pistol and rushed into the camp. He looked at the corpses here one by one. Mothers died holding their own children, men died fighting, and there were also corpses of outsiders and the bodies of the Firewheel Gang.

Vito stopped and watched Hafas fall to the ground. The brave man was besieged and died, but before he died, he still killed enough enemies, and nearly ten corpses fell around.

Vito's heart became more and more terrified. He strode forward through the burning tribe. The chief's youngest son also fell on the side of the road. He was shot dead, and his father fell outside Sara's tent.

He tried to stop the intruders, but he failed. The shameful barbarians killed the respected old man and entered his tent.

"Sarah!" Vito shouted and rushed in. He walked in with his gun in hand and saw the scene, the nightmare in his heart.

Sarah fell to the ground, her lifeless eyes had lost all signs of life. Vito suddenly knelt down in front of her. Vito looked at the clothes pulled open on Sarah's back. Her back was branded with the symbol of slavery by the barbarians.

They wanted to take her away and take her back to do some shameful deeds, those evil deeds that made him furious just thinking about them.

But Sarah didn't let them succeed. She used the pistol she gave her to kill a looter while she was branded. The body fell to one side with his head blown, and his remaining villain companions killed Sarah.

They took the revolver, but this was the least of Vito's concerns now.

Vito looked at Sarah and felt sad, but he couldn't cry because his tears had been burned by anger and the fire of purgatory was burning in his heart.

But now, he only felt sad. He closed Sarah's eyes, picked up his lover, looked at her face and turned to walk out of the tent.

Vito built a bonfire altar in the center of the tribe. He put all the tribesmen on it. Finally, he came there with Sarah and slowly put her on it.

He stroked her face, Vito closed his eyes and his teeth chattered. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead and then stepped back.

Vito snapped his fingers, and a ball of fire burned from the bonfire. He watched Sarah's body burning in the fire, and he looked at that face.

A more violent fire burned in his heart. He looked at them, looked at his lover's face, and the sadness was over.

The flames illuminated the gradually darkening surroundings. The sky had already darkened, and the blazing flames made Vito's back even darker, but a flash of lightning rose from his body, and the tiny arc briefly chilled his back.

The second, third, and more arcs began to appear on his body, and suddenly huge arcs struck the ground, and the desert around the tribe was lit up by thunder.

Golden lightning flashed between the dark clouds, Vito's fists gradually clenched, and thunder echoed in the air.

He, a tall giant, stood on the top of the Astrau Dam, looking up at the dark clouds and golden lightning above his head. Waldo came from a distance carrying a halberd, and he also looked at the thunder and arcs above his head.

The golden lightning cut through the clouds, and the flash illuminated the entire valley, as well as Waldo's armor and face. The commander of the imperial army walked to his side and looked up with him at the golden lightning that kept flashing above his head.

Thunder exploded in the air, but the rolling dark clouds did not drop a drop of rain but electric shocks, and golden arcs kept bombarding the ground on the ground.

"Do you know why I always stop him from taking action, Waldo?" "No, sir, I don't know."

"Because once Vito is enraged, his revenge will become more terrible than mine."

He said, "And now, he is enraged."