Chapter 155: Strict soldier

The soldiers couldn't stop the reckless youth. They thought that he was an idiotic young man trying to act tough and pretending to be a hero, but after a few minutes, the black battle-suited youth came back.Their eyes widened when they realized that he had two dwarves on his shoulders.

"That's…that's my cousin! He's alive!" cried one of the bandaged dwarves. Tears fell on his cheeks.

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None of these dwarves thought that a human would have the compassion to help a dwarf like them. Even the soldiers thought that it was too risky to go back inside because even their heat-resistant suits were melting from the hellish temperatures inside.

Atlan noticed it too. The heat intensified so much that even his inherent regeneration of SoulTime stopped when he walked back inside the Masamune district. He would have lost a second of his life with every second he stayed inside.

One of the soldiers walked over to Atlan with anger on his face. "That was reckless! You're a Savior. Don't you know the protocols for things like these?"

"No. I don't." Atlan couldn't sit still—not when he could see people still suffering inside the scorching buildings.

The soldier poked Atlan's chest. "No one is supposed to go back inside a Symptom aside from authorized soldiers like us. You are endangering yourself, and everyone else by doing so."

One of the dwarves couldn't help but stand up when he heard the soldier's words. "So what about our brethren inside? Are you telling us that we should let them die a gruesome death?!"

The dwarf's voice was hoarse, but he embodied the thoughts of every dwarf that survived. Although their connections were shallow, they were all still part of the Masamune family. They were brothers. It was in their inherent blood to want salvation for the others.

The soldier was apathetic to their pleas. "I don't care. There are rules for a reason. If you don't want to follow them, then you're welcome to get out of Genesis City for good."

He walked over to Atlan and gave him a strict warning. "Young man, I see you're only a novice Savior, so I can forgive you for breaking protocol once. But if you don't follow my orders a second time, then I won't be merciful and use justifiable force to sit you down."

The soldier took out an electrical baton from his tool belt and brandished it in front of Atlan. Blue electricity streaked through the air and almost hit him in the face, but he didn't even flinch.

One of the dwarves sat back down, knowing that they couldn't oppose the soldiers. "Sigh…thank you, young man. But we can't do anything."

Those electrical batons were specially designed to temporarily disable a Savior's LifeSkill, so it was useless to disobey the soldier.

Atlan looked down at the soldier. The blue tint from the electric baton reflected off Atlan's calm black eyes.

"You want to let them die?"

The soldier turned up the knob on his baton and increased the voltage. "They won't. They'll be saved by the Angels before they lose their SoulTime. After the proper Saviors come and kill the Canzer causing this symptom, then we can go and retrieve the bodies. That is the protocol."

Atlan sneered at the soldier's explanation.

So that's the reason why he doesn't want me to go inside?

He thought that the soldier had some sort of strategy that would save the dwarves and survivors in the Masamune district. He didn't. He wanted to wait and take the easy way out.

The soldiers still clung to the idea that the Angels would save them from death.

"That's too late," Atlan muttered under his breath.

He didn't even bother explaining to the soldier about the death of the Angels. He wouldn't believe it anyway.

Atlan turned around and walked towards Masamune district. He ignored the soldier's angry snarl.

The full-powered blue electric baton was rated for Saviors in the 5th stage Saviors and above. It was overkill to use it on a 2nd stage Savior like Atlan, but the soldier didn't care. Losing a bit of his Soultime was only a just punishment for interfering with the work of the soldiers.

"Kid! Watch out!" the dwarves tried to warn him, but Atlan didn't even turn around. He let the electric baton hit him in the neck.

Electricity buzzed in the air as the baton's special properties tried to disable Atlan's LifeSkill from activating. It invaded his Soul System, entrapping the whole dark space with an electric net that would prevent a giant hand from forming.

The dwarves winced when they saw this hit the young Savior. They imagined that the pain from that baton was equivalent to the burning pain they felt from the heat wave.

But after one, two, three seconds, Atlan still stood proudly.

The soldier's eyes went wide in panic when he saw Atlan turn his head back towards him.

What?! How is he able to move?! His whole body should be spazzing out. He should have collapsed by now!

Normal Saviors hit by this electric baton would feel their muscles contract. They would get paralyzed. But the worst part would be the indescribable pain in their Soul System as if their very being was twisted and burned into shreds.

Atlan didn't look affected in the slightest.

He turned back and held the baton in his hands, with its electricity still delivering volts into his body.

The soldier couldn't even utter a single word.

"Wha—what…"

"I'll give you a taste of the sentence you imposed." A dark flame enveloped Atlan's right hand, increasing his physical prowess by multiple magnitudes.

DUGG

With one swift punch in the gut, Atlan sent the soldier kneeling on the ground with bubbles forming in his mouth.

The dwarves were shocked in silence when they witnessed this.

Atlan whistled and caught the attention of one of the nuns.

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The nun was alarmed when she saw the soldier knocked out cold on the ground.

She put the crystal Pseudo Canzer on his chest and was shocked to see his SoulTime. He lost 95% of his original lifespan!

She looked up, but Atlan was nowhere to be seen.

He was already inside the scorching hot Masamune district with his distorted figure disappearing in the distance.