The Bloodline of AlphaKing

There were bursts of drizzle in the gray sky. Passers-by were walking in a hurry. Even holding umbrellas were of no use as the drizzle danced with the wind and was everywhere.

There was a soldier standing every five or six meters on the towering city wall. Poor them, they could only get wet in the rain. More soldiers had no choice but to hide in the corners of the wall. Although there was a row of simple sheds in the corners to block the wind and rain, they could not withstand the damp and cold wind.

In order to keep warm, the soldiers could only light fires.

The firewood used for the fire was all split furniture, many of which were brand new, but no one felt sorry for them.

It's war time now.

A sergeant in a straw raincoat was patrolling back and forth. Suddenly, he stopped and yelled at a group of soldiers who were huddled together and roasting their wares, "Move the gunpowder barrel away. Are you looking for death? If you light that thing on fire, we'll all be finished."

"Yes, sir", "Yes, sir", the group of soldiers moved hurriedly.

The sergeant felt a little better, but his face immediately became stern again. He saw seven or eight muskets leaning against the city wall. Rain was flowing down the wall, and all the muskets were wet.

"Sh*t, the gun is your life, you don't even want your life anymore"

The sergeant's angry shouts and curses sounded particularly harsh in the drizzling rain.

This city is called Glaslovar. As the third largest city in the Laval Province of the Monstock Republic, it can be considered a big city, but the area surrounded by the city walls is not very wide.

After all, Glaslova was just a commercial city, neither a military stronghold nor a capital, so there was no need for strict defense.

But at this moment, even such a commercial city was in panic.

Outside the towering city walls, the once bustling commercial street is now deserted, and the once crowded square is now a place where stray dogs run wild.

This wall was built six centuries ago when Glaslova was first built. Over the years, successive mayors have considered demolishing the wall, but the intermittent wars in the meantime eventually allowed the wall to be preserved.

Over the years, the area surrounded by the city wall has become the oldest area in Glaslova, and the last renovation was two centuries ago. The streets here are narrow, and the houses are very close together. Most of the people who live here have some property, but they are not very rich.

But now, most of Glaslova's 250,000 people have moved here.

The only area in the old town that looks a bit neat and beautiful is Garden Street on the west side. Now this block has been requisitioned by various departments of Glaslova.

On the top floor of a four-story building, Colonel Marvin was looking out through the narrow skylight. The gray sky was just right for his mood at the moment.

The colonel glanced at the person standing behind him and then at the note on the table.

Just a few hours ago, the theater command sent this person here, along with a truckload of injections and this order from the theater command.

"Captain Xiulant, I want to hear the truth. Is the vaccine you brought really to prevent the plague?" the colonel asked. In principle, as a soldier, he should not ask such a question. The reason why he dared to ask was because he was sure that the person behind him would never betray him.

"Since you have already guessed it," Captain Xiulant sighed. He could choose not to answer or to lie casually, but he couldn't do that in front of his former superior. He could only tell the truth: "The official name of these drugs is x23, which is the most commonly used muscle growth agent. After using it, it can quickly catalyze muscle growth and increase the speed of metabolism. Field doctors on the front line often inject this drug into the wounded soldiers to make their wounds heal quickly."

Although he said this, the captain felt unhappy.

Everyone knows that this kind of medicine is not for ordinary people. Although ordinary people will get many benefits after using it, all this comes at the cost of overdrawing their lives.

Injecting a standard unit of x23 can increase a person's physical strength by two to four times in a short period of time, making them less likely to get tired, able to work overtime, and less likely to get injured, increasing their survival rate on the battlefield by several times. However, within ten years, the person's blood vessels will become blocked, muscles will relax, and they will age rapidly. Almost no one can survive for more than twenty years.

After thinking for a long time, the colonel seemed to have made up his mind. He turned around, put away the order on the table, and wrote another note.

After writing and putting down the pen, the colonel sprinkled some sawdust on the note to absorb the ink, and then called the adjutant in.

"This is an order from the theater command. In order to prevent the outbreak of the plague, all seriously injured patients in the infirmary must be vaccinated."

After watching the adjutant go down, the colonel turned to the captain and said, "This is my decision. You can report it to the theater command truthfully."

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm only responsible for bringing you the potion and the order. I'm pressed for time and have a lot of other things to do, so I can only stay here for an hour. During this hour, I didn't see or hear anything."

After saying this, the captain saluted and walked out of the room.

The central square of the old city has now become a temporary medical center.

Although the front line was two or three hundred kilometers away from Glaslova, this temporary medical center was packed with people.

As a second-tier city and also a city that is not very important in terms of geographical location, Glaslova is considered a relatively safe place.

In the six centuries since Glaslova was founded, no war has ever affected the city, and on several occasions even when the entire province of Laval fell, the city remained peaceful.

So all the wounded from the front line were sent here.

The entire square was occupied by a row of tents. These tents were made of huge tarpaulins, supported by wooden poles every few meters, and were filled with beds.

The annoying rain leaked through the gaps between the tarpaulins, so basins and kettles could be seen everywhere under the tent, and the ground was also wet.

Hundreds of young nurses aged sixteen or seventeen were walking back and forth under the tent. In fact, there were not so many nurses in Glaslova. These were all students in the school.

Since the war began, all schools have only had classes half a day, and the other half of the day is used for various tasks.

Most of the people working in the clinic are girls, but boys can be seen occasionally.

In a corner of the square, a boy of fifteen or sixteen was struggling to move boxes from a carriage. The boxes were very heavy, but what made him even more depressed was that there was a sign on the boxes: "Handle with care."

The boy was very handsome, with slightly curly brown hair, a straight nose and distinct facial contours. Unfortunately, there were many scars on his handsome face, including a bruise on the left cheek and a crack at the corner of his mouth.

The boy's name is Frederick, he is fifteen years old, and his family lives in the old town. In the past, this was a proof of a lower-middle-class family, but the war made the old town the only shelter.

Leach's parents owned a whole house, which meant a lot of money at this moment. The house had four floors, and by selling the bottom three floors, the Leach family made a small fortune.

The Litch family had been poor for a long time, so now that they had some money they naturally wanted to improve their lives.

Leach regretted that he did not stop his parents' irrational behavior at that time. During this period, he lived in a struggle all day long, and fighting became commonplace, all because of jealousy.

He didn't work here before. Most of the boys in the school were either helping to make military equipment in the blacksmith workshop, or helping to repair carriages in the carriage shop, or building fortifications with the engineers on the outskirts of the city.

Litch has worked everywhere, but he can't stay long in any place. Someone will cause trouble for him within a week at most.

At first he was submissive, thinking that everything would be fine if he gave in, but he soon discovered that the people who were causing trouble for him actually wanted to gain benefits from his parents.

The reason they wanted to target him was because his father had been conscripted into the reserve corps, and anyone who dared to cause trouble in the army would be punished. His mother rarely went out, and usually she would cut gauze at home, which was also a job she got from the army, which could supplement the family income. No matter how brave the jealous people were, they would not dare to break into the house, because it was war time, and breaking into someone else's house was a felony punishable by death.

Knowing that it was useless to submit, Litch stopped backing down. Normally he had a good temper, but once he was irritated, he would never back down. The scars on his face were from a fight with six guys who were bigger than him.

He was beaten badly, but the other six weren't much better.

Since he rarely fought when he was a child, Litch never knew that he was such a good fighter.

It was after this fight that he was transferred to the infirmary. Most of the people working in the infirmary were girls, and the few boys were also weak. These people who were not wanted in other places would definitely not pose any threat to him.

Everything has two sides. It was a good thing that no one could threaten him, but it also meant that all the heavy work fell on him. Just like now, he had to move all the boxes and stack them neatly. In addition, it was raining now, so the boxes could not touch the ground and had to be carried all the way to the warehouse. Only Leach knew the hardship.

The warehouse of the medical center is actually a small room three meters long and wide made of wooden boards. As soon as you enter, you can smell a strong smell of iodine.

Frederick had just put down one box and was about to move another one when suddenly several people broke in.

These people were all dressed like wounded soldiers, and as soon as they came in, someone immediately closed the warehouse door.

The leading guy had his head wrapped in gauze. Now that he saw that there was no one around, he took off the gauze and threw it on the ground.

Under the gauze was a face also covered with scars, especially the right eye, which was black and blue and full of bloodshot.

Of course Litch recognized this guy. They were classmates. It was this guy who led others to fight with him a few days ago.

Looking again, I found that the other people were all classmates from the same class.

Litch reacted immediately, but it was too late. Those people rushed over, grabbed his arms, twisted his feet, and pressed him to the ground.

The leading guy rolled up the gauze in his hand and stuffed it into Litch's mouth, then said with a sinister smile: "Do you think I can't do anything to you if you hide in a place like this? Originally we didn't plan to do anything to you, we just wanted to beat you up, because someone asked us to do so, and someone paid us to beat you up, but now..."

The guy grinned and took a crowbar from someone behind him.

Litch's pupils contracted sharply and he stared at the crowbar in fear. It was an iron rod with one end slightly bent and a very sharp tip.

If the crowbar were to smash down, it would surely break his bones and tendons. If it were to poke down, it would also pierce through his body. Either way, he would die in extreme pain.

He wanted to hide, but unfortunately his body was held down by so many people and he couldn't move at all.

Watching the crowbar poking down on the guy's head as he grinned, Litch gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and waited for death.

There was a light "click" sound, but there was no expected pain. Litch opened one eye slightly and saw the crowbar pressed against his cheek and inserted into the box behind him.

There was another slight "creaking" sound, and the lid of the box was pried open.

The guy threw away the crowbar and took out a syringe and several bottles from the box that had been pried open.

"Do you know what this is?" the guy said with a sinister smile, "Actually, I don't know what this is either, but the guy who asked me to beat you up told me that if an injection of this medicine is given, an ordinary person will definitely not live more than 20 years."

But he obviously didn't intend to wait twenty years to watch Litch slowly die, so what he took out was not just a bottle of medicine.

The milky white powder quickly melted in the distilled water and was then s*ck*d into the syringe. This was not a standard unit of dosage. The guy put several bottles of medicine into the syringe.

Feeling a sharp pain, Litch watched the potion being pushed into his body. At that moment, he felt endless sorrow.

X23 took effect very quickly. After more than ten seconds, Litch felt his heartbeat speed up rapidly, and the force of his heartbeat became stronger and stronger, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. His body quickly heated up, and his muscles kept twitching, and from time to time he felt a tearing pain.

At this moment, Litch's whole body turned red like a cooked shrimp, and his skin even oozed a layer of fine blood beads. What was even more terrifying was that countless blue veins bulged on his body, and the exposed parts were no different from old tree roots.

This look frightened the people who were holding him down. Even the leader was frightened and wanted to pick up the crowbar that he had thrown on the ground.

No one knew what happened in the warehouse. The man driving the carriage was even a little impatient because Litch had been in there for too long. He was sure that the boy was planning to slack off, and was hesitating whether to get off the carriage and go to the warehouse to pull the boy out.

At this moment, a series of terrified screams came from the warehouse, followed by a series of banging sounds, and then the door of the warehouse suddenly opened, and two people rushed out. One of them looked very miserable, with both legs broken at the knees, and the other one screamed and fled.

Suddenly, something pierced through the wall of the warehouse and shot out, hitting the back of the person who was fleeing. The power attached to this object was amazing, and the ribs on the back were broken at