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墨書 Inktalez
A prelude to the events occurring a few kilometers away unfolded, and the Hunters had yet to grasp the situation.
The factory had been completely erased from existence.
Even if they returned the same way, those who had been there would hardly recognize it as a place they once visited.
The remnants of the factory that once stood there had transformed into a sheer cliff, shaped by nature's hand like a chiseled sculpture, devoid of any trace of human creation.
But what did it matter? They would not return here again. After a while, when the population grew too large, perhaps someone would discover the site of the bombing.
That would be news for years to come, by which time no one would remember the accident that occurred at that factory or the discovery of new species.
As they approached their next destination, they could clearly see the remains of the Farm.
An open wasteland, long devoid of human care, was overgrown with weeds. Suddenly, a fiery red form shimmered and moved; was that not vegetation's camouflage? The earth shifted as a bright red figure sprang up from the ground.
The fiery red shape took on a circular form—a mutated centipede with sharp, spiky legs numbering in the hundreds. It stood tall and proud before its prey, a three-meter-high centipede glowing in vibrant red.
Its red exoskeleton allowed it to burrow through the soil with ease, while its mouthparts opened like bizarre flower petals.
Aside from its red hue, other parts of its body were black; soft flesh made up only a small portion, mostly encased in its red shell.
Upon seeing this massive figure, all the Hunters went on high alert. This was their self-imposed code of conduct. In mere seconds, they shifted from a scattered state to one of aggression. Their defenses became watertight; at least they could now match the centipede's aura somewhat.
This type of centipede was known as the Broken Back Flame Centipede. Though it was an ordinary low-tier centipede, if it exhibited black spots and its exoskeleton turned from red to black-purple, it would be the leader of the Flame Centipede Clan. No one present would stand a chance against it, as it could withstand direct bombardment from Sparrow Missiles, showcasing its formidable defensive capabilities.
Thus, there were sayings within the military: when encountering a Flame Centipede, run first. No matter how militarized an army might be, facing such creatures meant deploying mechs or using laser weaponry to breach defenses or directly employing Kinetic Energy Weapons for remote strikes.
In this desolate place where nothing thrived, they encountered a relative of the Flame Centipede—a Broken Back Flame Centipede still in a semi-evolved state.
This centipede was no longer something that could be easily defeated by human strength; it ranked twenty-third on the association's list of insectoid power levels. There were twenty-three different types of Zerg s that were not easily killed.
After investigation, they felt these creatures were truly terrifying; it seemed someone had played a cruel joke on them. They wondered who had confidently assured them before departure that there would be no other types of insects in the city. It was worth noting that Mutated Spiders ranked near the bottom—among 108 dangerous Zerg categories, Mutated Spiders were listed at the very end.
It still required the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers to withstand the onslaught of the Mutated Spider. The earlier dangerous Zerg posed a threat, but fortunately, they could neither swim nor fly. The sight of them collectively crossing the ocean in search of food was something that could only occur in dreams.
That scene would surely be spectacular; upon witnessing it, one would know that the end times had arrived, and no one would survive.
The Broken Back Flame Centipede dove down with a force that cracked the ground beneath it.
Its destructive power was truly astonishing, no wonder it was considered a high-risk prey. It was a nightmare for hunters. With such strength, even a Star Hunter's presence would be insufficient; not even Master Peter himself would dare to confront such a devilish charge head-on.
The terror of the Broken Back Flame Centipede did not end there. Just before it burst forth from the earth, there was no sign of movement. It waited for the moment to relax, and then its massive body surged upward, sending dirt and stones flying. Those hard granite rocks shattered like fragile paper upon its strike.
It was no exaggeration; no one dared to engage in close combat with such a monster.
The personal guard of the Broken Back Flame Centipede—no, it should be referred to as a lone Broken Back Flame Centipede—displayed such explosive power that one could only imagine how formidable a fully realized Broken Back Flame Centipede would be.
Everyone struggled to keep up with their imagination when another charge came crashing down.
The Hunters were facing difficulties; only one seasoned hunter stepped forward bravely. With his Primordial Muscle Great Hammer in hand, he took a step forward and struck the Broken Back Flame Centipede at its midsection.
Clearly taken aback by the strength of this mere human, the elderly hunter unleashed his rage, first purifying the impurities within his body and channeling some power that could rival the Broken Back Flame Centipede.
However, this surge of power was fleeting. The return of the Broken Back Flame Centipede was merely a matter of minutes, and this older hunter was in an increasingly dire situation.
His excessive sweating indicated that his rage was quickly draining his stamina.
He seemed oblivious to this fact, unaware of fatigue or pain; his eyes turned blood-red as a result.
Rage created a compulsive mental dependency on the body, allowing one to fight beyond their limits until death—a taboo within taboos.
Only those who had experienced and fought in such a state could understand how exhilarating it felt to kill without restraint.
After succumbing to rage, one fell into an oblivious state of extreme excitement, only able to break free with external assistance.
This Old Hunter's selfless intervention helped most of the Hunters in the team resolve their immediate crisis. If an individual’s damage wasn’t significant enough, what good would it do if all their attacks combined?
"Support him!"
In the next moment, Freyr dashed forward, leaving the other hunters momentarily stunned. The young man’s bones cracked as his body swelled to nearly two meters tall, making him appear quite imposing.
They clearly understood that this surge of power came from the activation of the Gene Chain. Before long, Ability-Enhanced Armament enveloped him in a swirl of blue particles, quickly closing the distance to the Broken Back Flame Centipede.
"Delayed Amplification—" he roared, and the Broken Back Flame Centipede was struck hard from both sides. Its tough exoskeleton helped absorb some damage, but it was primarily its own resilience that mitigated the attack.
However, at that moment, another blow landed on its soft flesh, causing the Broken Back Flame Centipede to recoil in pain.
Yet even so, this could only inflict moderate damage; a heavy strike could only cause minor injuries unless it possessed enough force to crush its body entirely.
Otherwise, a hammer would ultimately be no match for the penetrating effect of blades.
Seeing that the damage was insufficient, the Old Hunter, in a frenzy of rage, swung his hammer wildly, demonstrating astonishing strength. His body showed no hesitation as if he were smashing a block of raw iron.
In almost an instant, all his power concentrated into one strike, unleashing it with full force.
He aimed for the soft flesh of the Broken Back Flame Centipede.
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