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New Era of Humanity in the Apocalypse
The Stink Bug had not yet approached, but a wall of pressure seemed to push forward.
A deafening roar erupted as the Stink Bug's shoulder suddenly exploded, a stench of blood quickly spreading through the air.
What was happening? Only the Radiation Victims and the Stink Bug were surprised.
Although they possessed human-like thinking, they had never experienced real combat. Sometimes, even Russell did not fully understand how the glowing aura enveloping him was formed!
"Surprised, are we? Did you see what I used to attack?" Russell replied with a smile.
Of course, this response only fueled the other party's anger.
However, the rest were not ready to tire of this game so quickly. To him, it was merely a game—one that they could not terminate once involved.
He sought revenge for his fallen brothers.
Not just for Freyr, but also for those warriors who had sacrificed their lives during this mission.
It could not end like this.
"I certainly saw it; next time I won't be careless," the Stink Bug insisted, though internally it grumbled, "I don't understand why I can't see it."
"Hmph, fine. Bring it on," Russell gestured with a grin.
"You’re asking for death."
With a howl, the Stink Bug lunged forward once more.
This time, he seized the opportunity to strike, but Russell countered with a punch that sent him flying.
Aludiba landed squarely on top of Stink Bug, and with a powerful kick, Stink Bug's eye sockets were driven deep into his skull.
Even his neck sank into the muscle, making him look quite pitiful, no longer resembling a human but more like a turtle carrying a shell.
He crashed heavily to the ground, his steel teeth cracking one by one, and he immediately spewed forth a stream of foul-smelling blood.
"Well, didn't you understand? Then what is this?" Russell shook his head, advancing towards Stink Bug.
"I'm not done yet. Look, I've exposed my weakness. Come on, die already!"
Stink Bug's eyes glinted with venomous rage as he grabbed a handful of muck from the ground and flung it into the air with all his might.
"Oh no~"
Medusa felt a sting in her eyes, as if something had pierced her retina.
He had been careless.
In the midst of the chaos, Stink Bug suddenly grinned wickedly, rubbed his lips that were still oozing, and leaped up, forcefully bouncing his head from the muscle.
His bones realigned, and his form regained its agility.
Stink Bug realized there was no need to play around anymore; using all his strength to eliminate the opponent in one go was the best approach.
He didn't see any benefit in this playful fighting; sooner or later, he would end up being played to death.
No one ever enters a war expecting it to be a fair one-on-one duel; the side that falls is never simply a victim of their own inadequacy, but rather a result of carelessness.
The Stink Bug plummeted rapidly, and the ground beneath him reacted with a violent tremor.
However, as soon as the Stink Bug crawled out of the pit, he cursed under his breath, "Damn it, I've been fooled again. What is going on?"
He found it strange that the opponent could see him again.
No, it wasn't just that; it wasn't merely seeing him again. The speed of the previous actions had been so swift that there was no chance to dodge. If he could still evade at such speed, then it was beyond what an ordinary person could achieve.
Yet, that was exactly what his opponent had done, and now they were staring at him unscathed.
His vision restored, Russell smiled at him as if looking at a defeated puppy.
"This..." the Stink Bug exclaimed in surprise.
Aludiba intentionally interrupted, saying, "This is impossible; you must be thinking this way."
"You brat, I can't worry about that right now." The Stink Bug climbed up fiercely, blood trickling down from his mouth.
He didn't care about those details, but to humans, that blood was as terrifying as concentrated acid.
Even if Medusa was affected by the blood and chose not to flee, it was truly frightening; droplets hitting the ground would cause the stones to melt away.
A sizzling sound echoed, an utterly unbelievable noise.
"Hehehe, this move leaves you with no way to escape," the Stink Bug grinned wickedly.
Suddenly, its body began to writhe, and in the next moment, the core at its center flickered with a dark purple glow.
Like the core of a Nuclear Drive, the light and heat emitted at the moment of explosion would surely level everything around it.
However, the trick used by the Stink Bug was not that simple.
Its body started to expand little by little, like a balloon inflating violently, with only its head remaining in its original state.
This sight was terrifying; the internal light and heat had reached an unbearable level.
Closing its eyes, even through the eyelids, it could feel an intensely blinding glare.
The expansion was not yet over; the light and heat intensified again, making it increasingly difficult for its eyes to adjust.
Then, even its skin began to turn transparent.
"What is this? Could it be...?"
Medusa quickly sensed the discomfort as well, but he already felt so unwell that he couldn't move.
In the next moment, a violent stream of light began to radiate, and a powerful explosion pierced through the air with a deafening bang.
The explosion filled the air, and an acid-like liquid splattered down continuously like a curtain of rain.
The skeletal Stink Bug trembled in mid-air, furious to the point that its body shook, gasping for breath incessantly.
"What’s going on? Why am I here?" The Stink Bug was taken aback.
Medusa gradually regained his vision, his entire body steaming as a reaction to the mysterious liquid that began to corrode him.
The sensations of Sting and Scorching continued to arise, but as he further activated Ability Transformation, the liquid was gradually expelled from his body in one go.
As long as he kept his body dry, he would be fine.
The Corrosive Liquid would have no effect on him; it was merely an unexpected ambush.
Stink Bug looked around, his emotions calming slightly as he surveyed the area.
He felt that just moments ago, he could have easily succeeded.
Even if victory was within reach, being kicked into the air midway had drained his energy.
His strength was insufficient, leading to an explosion.
Now, gathering enough power for another explosion like before was already a struggle, leaving his body in a weakened state.
His emaciated form was evidence of his frailty.
“Who the hell is messing with me? This is ridiculous. Where are you?” Stink Bug's body trembled with anger.
“Right behind you,” came the swift reply from Radiation Victims.
“What!”
Stink Bug turned around, feeling a chill sweep over him from behind.
Its entire face was struck again, forcefully smashing against the ground.
"Ugh~"
A breath escaped its mouth, and at that moment, Phantom gradually stabilized, revealing a tall man nearly two meters high behind it.
Holding a long sword, he took advantage of the moment before it could react.
With one swift strike, he pierced its throat, driving the blade deep into its head.
Naturally, Stink Bug could no longer feel pain, blood oozing from all five orifices.
It coughed up a mouthful of blood as its head slowly drooped.
"Ah, Stink Bug."
No one had anticipated that the struggle would end so quickly; the Radiation Victims had yet to notice, and after a while, Stink Bug had already fallen.
Although it was still in a semi-observational phase, it had already gauged the shift in power dynamics between the two sides.
With two companions down, only Mutant remained to guard this side alone.
The Vassal floating in mid-air let out a disdainful laugh, cursing the useless things below.
Indeed, if they were subordinates, it was such followers that truly aligned with the Emperor's intentions.
If the Emperor could command an army like this, victory would be assured wherever he went.
Radiation Victims took a step back as the human who had slain Stink Bug slowly turned to look at him, sword in hand.
Russell was also taken aback, feeling as if he had been saved by some unseen force.
He never expected that the person before him would save his life again. Freyr paused for a moment to glance at Russell before walking toward the other side.
“Wait, I want to settle this with you,” Radiation Victims said.
Aludiba was surprised that Radiation Victims chose to challenge Freyr despite his earlier display. After all, it was Freyr who had eliminated Stink Bug.
Even though they were teammates, Russell couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy toward him. He sighed softly.
If it hadn't been for that last moment, he would have surely met his end.
Having narrowly escaped death, he knew he had to thank him later.
“Aludiba, can I borrow your weapon?”
Suddenly, Freyr's voice rang out. Aludiba, caught off guard, did not respond.
“Aludiba, can I borrow your weapon?” Freyr asked again, this time louder, causing those nearby to think he was shouting.
Being distracted on the battlefield was a serious mistake, but Russell felt fortunate to be alive.
He needed to stay focused on the battle, even if his ears weren't as sharp as before.
And indeed, that voice was loud enough to startle him. He quickly stammered in response, “Y-yes, you can have my weapon!”
"Not necessary," Freyr chuckled lightly. "Brother Aludiba, I'm just borrowing it for a moment. I'll return it once I'm done."
"Alright," Aludiba nodded. "Go ahead and use it."
With that, he tossed a sharp Military Dagger into Freyr's hand, its appearance exuding an air of power and intimidation.
The Black Military Dagger was strikingly unique; even in the heat of battle, one would hesitate to use it more than a few times.
Freyr was skilled with a sword, and he understood the deep affection a Peerless Swordsman has for their weapon and the relentless pursuit of perfection.
Even if the sword never tasted blood, it would still be polished with fire and alcohol to maintain its luster.
As long as it was a sword, there would inevitably come a moment when it would be put to use.
The instant the treasured blade was drawn was merely a fleeting moment of killing, but before that, no one could ever know how glorious its past had been.
The experiences of its master were often filled with splendor, some even gaining fame from a single battle that arose from the accumulation of many conflicts.
"What a practical weapon," Freyr marveled at the Military Dagger in his hand.
Joy welled up within him, completely oblivious to the opponent before him.
"There are no flaws at all."
The Radiation Victims narrowed their eyes slightly, as if sensing something, but the fierce demeanor had long since faded from their gaze, replaced instead by an expression of fear.
Repeated speculation and doubt had gradually weakened their once formidable presence.
In an instant, the momentum was lost.
Freyr did not take the initiative, although it appeared that way on the surface.
However, he was not the type to strike first; such an approach was effective but not suitable for the battlefield.
"Well, whatever. If I die, I die," he thought to himself.
Radiation Victims subtly twisted his arm, realizing that the previous battle had merely been an appetizer; he hadn't even warmed up yet.
After calming his emotions, he moved forward.
His speed remained impressive, and Freyr felt a chilling intent to kill emanating from his opponent. At that moment, his figure vanished.
Radiation Victims struck with a punch at the spot where Freyr had just been, but all he hit was an illusion. His fist connected with nothing but air, resulting in no tangible reaction.
His punch missed.
And he understood what that miss meant.
Suddenly, a blow struck his chest, followed by a whip-like kick that sent Radiation Victims crashing to the ground.
This was not intentional; he had forcefully landed in the very pit where Stink Bug had just died, even coming into contact with Stink Bug's corpse.
Its head was nailed to the ground, and a large amount of thick blood continued to flow out.
The hilt had already corroded, which was understandable; it was no wonder it had to borrow a weapon from its companions.
The awkwardness didn’t stop there. The suspicious Radiation Victims understood what was happening.
Why had it returned to this pit?
This pit represented something significant; could it be that this was its burial place?
Although it was impossible for it to survive now, even if it chose not to fight, the Vassal would still see it as having no value and would take its life.
This was merely a different way to die.
Death held no meaning for it; the only significance of living was to continue selling its life.
Betraying its former comrades, to be honest, it didn’t harbor the same hatred for humans as the Wolfhead Mutant did.
It had become this way, and it couldn’t blame anyone else; it was all a consequence of its own actions.
However, even though it could think this way, no one would believe it now.
After all, it had once engaged in actions that led to others' deaths, and pledging loyalty would only raise more suspicion among others.
So, was death inevitable?
"Yeah, unless I figure things out, I'll still be troubled by how to survive."
"This isn't him anymore."
"Alright then, let's fight to the death."
With that thought, the countless tiny white worms on the forehead of the Radiation Victim began to squirm and spread downwards towards the Target's neck.
The body gradually became smoother, with arms and limbs starting to retract inward.
Slowly, it transformed into a soft, wriggling white worm, its eyes glowing green, with fang-like hooks that could tear off a large chunk of flesh with a single snap.
It measured three meters in length, resembling a snake.
"What do you think? This is my ultimate form. I fear nothing; I have become powerful."
The head of the Radiation Victim peeked out from the back of the worm's body, looking somewhat strange, yet it was able to skillfully control this new form.
Freyr sensed the fundamental change in his opponent and slightly lowered the Military Dagger in his hand.
He looked straight ahead, frowning. "Indeed, there has been some change, but..."
"But what?" The Radiation Victim's heart raced. Suddenly, he exclaimed, "What else is there? Aren't you afraid? My current state is three times stronger than before. Don't underestimate me; soon you'll find it hard to even think about dying."
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