The night was as dark as ink.
The cold moon was like a hook.
On the pinnacle of a tall redwood, Yang Fan stood facing the chilly wind.
Through the eyes of the Living Dead Legion, he finally saw the new breed of monster created by the Carnians—the Destroyer.
It was quite a gigantic creature.
Its height reached an astonishing four ters, practically a giant.
One of its eyes was blind.
The other eye had no eyeball, replaced by a lump of flesh.
"Bang! Bang!"
The fleshy lump kept throbbing, looking very strange.
The surface of the monster’s body was covered in thick, robust tendons, with a texture rough enough to rival bark, clearly indicating strong defense capabilities.
Its two arms were three ters long, hanging down to knee level.
The left arm was unusually large, with a thick layer of black bone growth, over a ter wide, resembling a shield.
The end of the right arm had grown three long, sharp bone spikes.
Perhaps calling it a "claw" would be more appropriate.
Yang Fan observed a few srizing monts from afar, slightly surprised: "It seems the Carnians have indeed created a formidable modified weapon."
His intuition told him he couldn’t defeat the Destroyer.
Of course.
It’s not that his main body couldn’t defeat it.
But rather that this clone was insufficient.
The superpower level of the clone was only about one-tenth of the main body’s.
Even with the strongest middle grade superpower, Vajra Iron Bone, it’s hard to harm the Destroyer with ninety percent of its power declined.
As for the Supre Treasure.
The most powerful Thunder Shock Seal couldn’t even blow up the Destroyer.
But even if it could, Yang Fan didn’t intend to use it.
Because it would not only reveal Mr. Ghost’s identity but also expose the existence of the Clone Puppet.
On another note.
The rules of the ga between major nations allow for intrigues, but don’t get caught red-handed.
At this mont.
Yang Fan pondered a while, then suddenly smiled: "Since I can’t defeat it, might as well lend you a hand."
Isn’t the Destroyer out of control?
Then make that loss of control even more complete.
Yang Fan moved with a thought, issuing a command: "Go!"
A Living Dead agent, breathing heavily, sprinted on all fours toward the Destroyer.
At that mont.
The Destroyer displayed a reaction not fitting its size.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound.
The Destroyer stomped hard, forcibly creating a half-ter-deep pit.
Its form turned into a blur, swiftly rushing toward the Living Dead.
Simultaneously.
The Destroyer suddenly raised its sharp claw, striking fiercely at the Living Dead.
In an instant, the two passed by each other.
"Crack!"
With a soft sound.
The Living Dead was sliced into five pieces.
In the brief skirmish, the Living Dead couldn’t keep up with the monster’s speed.
At this point.
"Huff! Huff!"
The Destroyer breathed heavily, its outward-turning nostrils sniffing forcefully.
Its head turned toward the remains, the fleshy lump eye swelling suddenly.
This creature had slled that the dismbered corpse contained so substance beneficial to it.
It didn’t know what it was.
But so special instinct led it to sense it naturally.
The Destroyer stomped "thud thud" across the ground, quickly charging forward, using its claw to fork up the corpse, stuffing it into its mouth to chew.
Accompanied by "crunch" sounds, the hard bones were easily ground.
Uncoagulated blood, mixed with at scraps, flowed down its mouth.
The scene was truly disgusting to the extre.
Besides.
It was evident that this wasn’t the Destroyer’s first ti eating humans.
A few seconds later.
The Destroyer swallowed the corpse.
It stood still for a mont, the fleshy eye lump pulsating wildly.
The monster suddenly hugged its head with its claws, uttering a hoarse voice.
"Who am I... Why am I here... Ah... My head hurts so much!"
Redwood Peak.
Yang Fan imdiately smiled: "A Destroyer awakening to self-awareness, how will you guys control it?"
He used the Living Dead as a dium, invoking the power of the Life Decree, stimulating the Destroyer to break free from the shackles of consciousness.
This was a highly advanced technique.
Once the Carnians attempt to control the Destroyer, it will inevitably trigger the monster’s attack.
After all, who wants to be controlled?
This is the instinct of life!
Yang Fan softly muttered, "When that Mysterious one finds the Destroyer out of control, they will be very curious, won’t they?"
This was precisely his covert thod to probe the High Rank Warriors.
"Whoosh!"
A gust of cold wind blew over.
Yang Fan vanished from sight.
In the sky above.
A row of ard helicopters swiftly streaked across the sky.
Each helicopter’s underside is painted with the Sword Flower Flag of the Carnia Military.
This clearly indicates a military deploynt.
*
On the other side.
At the scene of the highway massacre.
A large number of ard soldiers have already sealed off this area.
The loss of contact with a JICA special forces team is no small matter, so the base quickly dispatched reinforcent forces.
Subsequently.
The military engaged in fierce gunfire with the Living Dead Legion.
At this very mont.
A colonel officer stared at the bulky iron cage in front of him, his face extrely grim.
The cage’s steel bars are as thick as an adult’s wrist.
Inside, unexpectedly, is a captured living dead operative.
It crashes against the cage like a beast, continuously creating "bang bang" sounds.
It seed to have sensed the colonel and let out a roar towards him.
"Hiss!"
The sound was extrely sharp.
The group of soldiers nearby all felt a slight sting in their ears.
The colonel was startled and instinctively took a step back.
He soon snapped out of it, uttering "Fxxk" in frustration.
The colonel imdiately pulled out his pistol, furiously pulling the trigger at the monster.
"Bang! Bang!"
The living dead was hit by a few bullets, yet it remained unhard, vigorously continuing to crash against the cage.
The soldiers turned a side-eye as they watched.
Many even showed signs of fear on their faces.
There were also two caras nearby, recording the scene completely.
The colonel couldn’t help but curse: "Damn it! Can soone tell , what exactly is this thing?"
"We’ve lost over thirty soldiers and one superpower user trying to capture this ghostly thing.
"I really can’t understand why the Mount of Gods insists that we capture a monster, when the air force should just blow them to pieces with missiles."
A major officer beside him quietly advised: "Sir, please say a bit less. The Mount of Gods now has the full support of the Azure Palace, and we can only obey orders."
The colonel restrained himself a bit but was still dissatisfied, complaining: "Many young n died too unworthily."
The top didn’t tell them what the monster was, nor did they explain how to deal with it.
Many soldiers didn’t even understand the situation before being killed by the living dead.
This is why the colonel was so indignant.
The top went too far!
You can’t just disregard soldiers’ lives!
The major shifted the topic: "Sir, I feel that the ghostly thing we captured doesn’t seem like sothing from Canglan Star."
He paused, then lowered his voice and said: "It’s as if it’s a monster created by the Mount of Gods."
The colonel hesitated for a mont, then nodded: "I also have this feeling; the fact that the dead can co back to life is truly bizarre."
The major added: "I always feel that the Federation is walking down a dark path."
The colonel silently sighed: "Who wouldn’t say so? Sooner or later, the Federation will cause big trouble."
The major nodded again: "I heard chaos has already erupted, a monster has escaped, and everyone in the laboratory is dead."
The colonel snorted: "Serves them right!"
The people below generally feel this way, but the top just turns a blind eye.
Although they are officers, they have no decision-making power and can only watch helplessly as all this happens.
The colonel waved his right hand, ordered: "Transport the ghostly thing in the cage to the Mount of Gods."
"Yes!"
*
Hundreds of kiloters away.
The Mount of Gods.
In an underground secret chamber.
A mass of darkness shrouded most of the chamber.
The light emitting from the room’s ceiling could not dispel the darkness in the slightest.
On one side of the wall, a high-definition large screen was hung.
The screen displayed the living dead confined in the cage.
The leader of the Mount of Gods, Jeremy, turned to face the darkness and respectfully asked: "Master Wanshan, please enlighten us, what exactly is this thing?"
As soon as the words left his mouth.
The darkness suddenly quivered.
A voice like tal emanated from the darkness: "This is a secret technique known as the ’Contract of the Dead,’ likely perford by an early stage warrior."
This voice was clearly the so-called "Wanshan."
Wanshan continued: "It seems, your world has likely welcod a new visitor."
Jeremy thought for a mont and asked: "Master Wanshan, is there any chance the Great Xia people are behind this? I ntioned before, they have an early stage warrior called Mr. Ghost."
"Ha ha ha!"
The piercing sound, resembling laughter, echoed from the darkness.
Wanshan’s tone carried a mocking edge: "You don’t understand what the ’Contract of the Dead’ truly is; without a profound comprehension of death, one cannot master such a secret technique.
"Canglan Star is rely an insignificant pond, and the Canglan people are just rookies; how could they possibly grasp the Contract of the Dead."
Wanshan said with certainty: "I can assure you, the counterpart is definitely an undead species from the Primordial World.
"You’d better hope it isn’t a mber of the three major undead races, even I find them troubleso."
Jeremy curiously inquired: "Master Wanshan, what are the nas of the three major undead races?"
Wanshan did not conceal: "They are ’Giant Corpse Royal Family,’ ’Ghost Spirit Corpse Race,’ and ’Titan Corpse Royals.’
It paused for a mont, then said: "Judging from the scene, it seems three undead creatures exploded.
The explosion sprayed a large amount of undead corpse fluid, killing the surrounding Canglan people, which is reminiscent of the Titan Corpse Royals’ common thods.
As far as I know, the Titan Corpse Royals have extrely peculiar temperants, being generally ruthless and fond of slaughter."
Jeremy’s face showed discomfort: "This is bad news."
This leader has already co to faintly believe in the counterpart’s judgnt.
Considering the scene, the perpetrator was indeed very ruthless and fond of killing.
One agent was almost corroded to bone by the undead corpse fluid, many agents were sprayed with the fluid, dying in extre agony.
Even the dead bodies were utilized, transford into living dead; what else is that but ruthless and fond of killing?
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