At the summit of Blood Peak, the setting sun tilted to the west, and the branches laden with broken snow were swept by a biting cold wind.
A middle-aged man wearing a white robe stood on top of the mountain.
His frame was lean, with a high-bridged nose and a pair of rimless glasses resting on his brow. If it weren't for the white robe on his shoulders, which clashed with his demeanor, he might have been mistaken for an ordinary teacher.
But that was just a feeling.
As for a name, he had none of that.
From the moment he entered the Holy Land and became a Pioneer, he discarded his worldly name and flesh.
However, if one were to speak of a code name, he did have one.
The Mutants of Ten Peaks Mountain called him "Beast King."
As for humans...
Those who were eliminated by the natural laws never had the chance to meet him.
He watched indifferently as the peaks of the mountains roared with gunfire, as cries filled the air, as blood-stained flags rose in the setting sun...
