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墨書 Inktalez
New Era of Humanity in the Apocalypse
As everyone turned to look, they noticed that the swarm of insects at the foot of the mountain suddenly parted, splitting into two factions.
Then, three strange figures emerged from between them. Just seeing them here felt eerie, as if they possessed human-like intelligence and logic.
At this sight, a radiant glow surged through the crowd, and Ability-Enhanced Armaments swiftly formed.
The Hunter had already drawn his prized weapon. As the three figures drew closer, their bizarre forms became clearer. Their bodies trembled slightly, as if a terrifying crimson light was flickering intensely around them; they were three Mutants.
Moments later, the three Mutants appeared even taller and more robust than before, and the wounds on the Wolfhead Mutant's back gradually began to close.
“Roar~”
A roar erupted as the Wolfhead Mutant charged forward first.
Crimson blades shot forth from its claws, launching a deadly strike at the humans in front of it.
Blood streaks quickly slashed through the air, but the Hunters managed to evade just in time.
However, the members of the Suicide Squad hesitated in their movements. When one claw struck an arm, it left a deep purple gash.
The Old Black who was attacked clearly did not react in time to dodge; the pain hit him faster than his brain could process it. Slowly, after a few seconds, the pain began to register.
Such an approach was truly terrifying—ordinary people could never hope to achieve this.
Because if it wanted to kill you, it could easily slice through your jaw artery connected to your spine.
Even if your physical strength was formidable, your life could still come to a complete end.
But this did not mean that the Old Blacks of the Suicide Squad would simply concede. The speed was beyond their imagination, but as long as they knew who would be targeted next, handling the situation would become much easier.
The Wolfhead Mutant was just one individual, while over twenty humans stood in place, with more than forty pairs of eyes—experts in dynamic vision as well as strong static vision.
It was clear that the previous round was merely a probing attack.
The injured Old Black clenched his arm tightly and pushed upward with all his strength, finally managing to relocate the dislocated bone back into place.
This urgent handling was quite suitable for the current situation.
The attack just now had been terrifying; its power was simply unmatched.
The steel-like muscles were as fragile as paper under that blow.
Having learned from the previous exchange, he would naturally avoid being troubled by the same tricks again.
Humans typically assess their past mistakes in normal circumstances and make timely adjustments.
This is why such a weak species, lacking extraordinary physical qualities and advanced survival skills, can still hold a place in the biological world; it is their survival strategies developed through reflection and learning.
After generations of improvement and summarization, they eventually developed remarkable technologies.
Throughout this process, great individuals emerged, benefiting humanity through the crystallization of wisdom.
It is this accumulation of knowledge that allows modern technology to continue evolving.
However, returning to the first round of confrontation, there was already a noticeable gap in combat strength between the two sides; this was quite evident.
Regardless of who it was or under what circumstances, when faced with a moment of crisis awareness, the first thing to do is to remain calm, as panic can provide the opponent with advantageous opportunities.
Even so, no one would fear confronting such battles; death was not something to be afraid of, whether one belonged to the hunters or the Suicide Squad's Old Blacks.
Life may be precious, but what does it matter if they are willing to sacrifice their lives for the faith of humanity?
Without fear, they no longer dread the outcome of the next attack.
If death comes, then so be it.
The cohesion among them seemed to form a single thought, and the strength of The Old Blacks from the Suicide Squad had surpassed their initial power.
Their muscles were even stronger than before, but despite this, their strength had reached its maximum Ultimate limit.
With such continuous enhancement, the burden on their bodies was immense.
Moreover, they had to maintain the state of Gene Lock. This state was not merely about enhancement; it stemmed from the Killing Intent in the Brain, shaped by Willpower, which could originate from the most primal form of Willpower.
However, once Combat Awareness faded, the state of Gene Chain would also unravel.
Clearly, without sufficient physical stamina to sustain it, the Gene Chain would soon collapse on its own.
Compared to the collapse caused by the continuous overload of the Gene Chain, it was merely a result of the user's reliance on their abilities.
Each strand of the Gene Chain was believed to possess great resilience, but resilience has its limits defined by Ultimate.
When a certain threshold is reached, it will break down; this is similar to a Cable, which will begin to fray at a fixed point after being bent repeatedly.
“Second Stage Gene Lock activated!”
The entire Suicide Squad roared as they initiated the Second Stage. When the second wave of Gene Chain amplified their current state,
everyone appeared to be in much better condition than before. The rapidly approaching attack from the Wolfhead Mutant was unleashed.
At that moment of impact, they sensed something was off; it felt as though they were striking against a solid rock, and their hands tinged with pain.
Black Instructor clenched his fist and said with a wicked smile, "It's time for revenge. If there's a grievance, it should be avenged."
Driven by this thought, Wolfhead Mutant hurriedly dodged the iron fist that Black Instructor swung down.
The sharp punch pierced into the ground, sinking deep before he finally pulled it out after a long while.
Wolfhead Mutant was incredibly fast, darting in front of Black Instructor, launching a barrage of strikes aimed at his chest and abdomen, targeting his weak points.
"Hmph, such attacks are nothing," Black Instructor chuckled.
Despite the relentless assault of steel fists raining down on him, Black Instructor merely stood there, his muscles trembling slightly from the impact.
Yet this did not affect his stability; remarkably, he could still laugh.
"Is that so?" Wolfhead Mutant grinned widely, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "How about this move?"
In an instant, the elbow of Target swelled rapidly, doubling in size compared to before.
With a shout, he unleashed a powerful punch aimed at Black Instructor's abdomen, delivering an impact like that of a rocket launcher.
"Ugh!"
Black Instructor was pushed back two or three meters. Although he could have avoided such an attack, Wolfhead Mutant's speed surpassed his own, making it difficult to evade continuously without getting hit.
A noticeable mark was dragged across the ground; it was indeed strange how he continued to take hits head-on. What was going on?
He snorted, clearly feeling that it wasn't a big deal after all.
However, compared to earlier, there was now a hint of astonishment on his face as even his stance had been disrupted.
This was an outcome no one had anticipated.
The physical prowess of the Black Instructor was unmatched among all the soldiers of the Suicide Squad, but now, it had all turned into Void.
"Hey, do you need help? You look like you're struggling," someone suddenly spoke up from the side.
The Wolfhead Mutant glanced at his two teammates and snorted, "I don't need your interference."
"I can take him down; the rest are just a rabble. I'll handle them for you."
"I don't care, as long as I get my revenge, you can do whatever you want."
"Oh?" The Stinkbug Mutant chuckled, "That would be best. But it seems like you're having a hard time with just one. Is he really that strong? Let me lend you a hand."
"Quit your whining! If you annoy me any further, I'll take you down too," the Wolfhead Mutant roared.
After a piercing howl, the faint green light in his pupils flickered.
At this moment, the Wolfhead Mutant had undergone some changes compared to before.
His aura had shifted slightly, emanating a powerful and dominating force that demanded submission.
Such terrifying power could never belong to a human; those who sought strength would never sell their souls and bodies to demons for power.
Yet, the strength gained at such a cost was indeed formidable.
If there had been even a trace of compassion left in him before, the Wolfhead Mutant had now completely transformed, descending into a beastly path.
No one could exude genuine kindness; even the most vicious individuals retained some humanity.
The transformation brought about by such intensity left the onlookers in shock.
"What just happened?" The Black Instructor furrowed his brow.
No one responded from the other side, only a series of beastly roars echoed in the air.
The primal light flickered rapidly in his pupils, and an overwhelming aura soon enveloped him.
The Black Instructor gritted his teeth, extending his hand to shield his eyes as a powerful presence surged toward him, igniting a deep-seated fear within.
His legs began to tremble.
A profound sense of dread washed over him, a feeling he had never experienced before.
Even in the past, he had felt no fear at all, but now it seemed to trigger some unpleasant memories he least wanted to recall.
"Damn it, why does this remind me of such unhappy memories?" the Black Instructor cursed loudly.
But as soon as the words left his mouth, the howl of the Wolfhead Mutant intensified.
"Roar!"
It was as if the curse was directed at it; its figure flickered and suddenly vanished from sight.
Who could have anticipated such speed? The Black Instructor was plunged into darkness before feeling a sharp pain in his abdomen. He let out a scream and was sent flying backward.
His stomach felt as though it had been struck by a cannonball, bile spilling from his mouth.
It had been a long time since he had experienced such a brutal beating, yet the Black Instructor smiled as he picked himself up from the ground.
"I haven't felt this way in ages," he said with a grin. "But I will make you regret this; you've forced me to confront my deepest fears."
"Roar!"
A roar responded symbolically.
The current situation left it unclear whether the Wolfhead Mutant could still understand human speech.
In any case, it now communicated nothing but barks, its intentions barely hinted at through its growls.
Even so, the Black Instructor stood up as usual, his tall figure striding forward.
No one knew why he maintained such a confident and optimistic demeanor; the earlier exchanges had already revealed a significant gap between them.
Even with muscles stretched to their ultimate limits, he still felt immense pain from the direct attacks coming from his opponent.
"Let's settle this," the Black Instructor said with a faint smile.
The figure of the Wolfhead Mutant quickly flickered, then vanished into a blind spot, leaving behind only an afterimage.
The Black Instructor swung his solid fist, but it was clear that he still hadn't found an effective method; his punch shattered the afterimage.
In the next moment, a cold glint flashed by.
The instructor felt a sharp pain in his wrist as blood surged from the wound.
His arm had been completely severed, and the tool used for the cut was merely the claws of the Wolfhead Mutant.
The bloodied claws still carried a metallic scent, and a sly grin crept across the Wolfhead Mutant's lips.
Discarding the severed arm, it licked its claws, savoring the warm taste of blood.
"Ah~"
The Black Instructor inhaled sharply, soon feeling a strange lightness in his arm.
But just as quickly, intense pain surged through him.
He hurriedly pressed his hand against the pressure point, forcing the blood to stop temporarily.
However, this also cost him one of his arms, leaving him unable to fight back.
With no advantage to speak of, he had plunged from a disadvantage into a desperate situation.
He never expected things would turn out this way. The young Black man bore the title of the "Aludiba" family.
Members of the family with this surname were not allowed to bow to fate; thus, dying in battle was often their destiny.
He was the last brother of the Aludiba family. Given the current circumstances, that brother had sacrificed himself, and it was likely that very few people knew about the Aludiba family now.
Once a prestigious family that had produced many valiant knights, they had fallen into decline.
Never yielding, steadfast as a rock!
This was his belief. He clenched his remaining arm tightly, ready to strike again.
The figure in the distance vanished once more, and the eerie smile of the Wolfhead Mutant appeared.
"Thud~"
In the next moment, another slash severed his leg.
"Instructor~"
Some onlookers couldn't bear to watch and rushed forward in an attempt to rescue him.
"Don't come over!"
Aludiba shouted, instantly intimidating those who were running forward. Even the Vassal hovering in mid-air was deeply captivated by his heroic spirit.
Struggling to steady his trembling body, he stood up once more.
Though he appeared to be missing a leg, it did not diminish his towering figure.
He could still forge ahead, cutting through obstacles; even if his body was broken, as long as he remained, he was the spirit of the entire military camp.
For a long time, Aludiba had been that man living in everyone's hearts.
He had undertaken many seemingly fatal missions and had always returned unscathed.
His teammates were fortunate to have fought alongside him and survived.
But this time, it seemed that Aludiba's indomitable spirit was about to meet its end.
"Just this once, just this once, I hope you can watch me fight on. This might be my last chance," Aludiba said with a smile.
He steadied his damaged body and took a few unsteady steps forward. After barely finding his balance, he assumed a combat stance once again.
"Next, I'm going to cut out your Heart," the Wolfhead Mutant said, his pupils regaining clarity as a hoarse voice emerged from his throat.
"Hmph, if you can do it, then come on!" Aludiba retorted.
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