Lucian climbed out of the passage, and the sharp, burning pain stung his skin once again as the toxic liquid made contact with his body.
But it did not bother him as it was way more reduced. He continued swimming towards the shore, even killing a bunch of Ratn on his way back until he reached shallower waters.
The toxic scum from the place did not reach this part of the river, so it was supposedly clear and safe from pollution.
When the spatial rifts started appearing, and the humans ungraciously forced down the food chain, factories had no choice but to shut down. Within centuries, the earth was covered in lush green foliage, and pollution decreased drastically—probably a good thing for mother earth!
Lucian washed his hands, face, and neck in the clean water. Fortunately, his body was unaffected.
Lucian checked the ti and saw that it was already eight at night. No cars traversed the wilderness at this hour, and the base was by now securely locked down!
He would have to spend the night here.
He walked around, soon finding a place sheltered from the wind. He was careful to sprinkle so beast repellent powder around the area to keep particular low-tier creatures away with its caustic sll.
As for space rifts, though they may appear effortlessly, the chances of them occurring was not very high. The only exception here was that every ti they appeared, they were often almost inevitably destructive.
Lucian hurriedly gobbled down so compressed biscuits, slowly settling down on the earth, legs crossed, and acknowledging the whispering quiet of his inner world.
Slowly, Lucian relaxed, and his breathing slowed. It was as if he was no longer in this world. Then he started to ditate. He deliberately slowed down his rate of absorption not to get attentions of string monsters as his experience level started to increase slowly.
It was the first ti his experience increased without actually killing monsters.
From afar, the soulful howling of wolves pierced the stoic night. Suddenly, several figures were seen scampering frantically toward him.
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"Run! Hurry!" Daisy kept repeating these words in her mind as if to give herself so strength.
But as energy quickly drained from her body, she started to slow down. From the very beginning.
In front of her, Frank, Corella, and Grant's silhouette began to blur into the distance.
They were way faster and much further ahead of her. They were running for their fragile lives, not daring even to look back.
Just when Daisy was about to give up, a wispy voice called out, "Daisy! Run! I will distract them!"
"Rosella!" Daisy turned around and saw that Usrell had stopped running, her petite 1.5-ter fra suddenly looked really tall.
Usrell opened the space receptacle, and a machine fell out, landing on thei ground with a loud boom.
Click! Clack! Click! Clack!
The gears on the machine moved, a cold sheen reflecting off its surface under the silvery glow of the moonlight.
The T9 assault tower had been hastily assembled, equipped with a large gattling gun with 9 muzzles the size of a grinding wheels ard with a honeycomb of bullets.
Pow! pow! pow! pow! pow! pow! pow!
Bullets whizzed by, and bright muzzle flashes woke the dark wilderness.
In the shadows of the night, a red radiance let out a long, high-pitched cry. Clearly, scary weaponry like this was bound to inflict so severe damage on the enemy.
Lucian, hoping to take advantage of the darkness to stay out of sight, cursed under his breath as he darted to a large tree behind him to avoid getting caught in the middle of a firefight.
Lucian recognized that the people being chased were the five students he'd encountered earlier today.
He could not believe that they would have such bad luck. rely too ostentatious were they, perhaps? How did they manage to draw a pack of jackals on their first night here?!
But it was just a regular ol' jackal pack though. With the girl T9 assault tower, it should be a reasonably easy task to get rid of them.
"That nouveau riche!" Lucian was observing Usrell in the darkness. A big machine like that needed to be transported by a tactical van. It was supposed to be a team machine that cost over 2 million for one, not ntioning it required a vast amount of ammunition.
But, that was nothing compared to the space receptacle whereby one cubic ter was worth a good 5 million. The fact that she was able to fit a T9 assault tower inside ant that it was surely upwards of one cubic ter.
Lucian was deciding on whether he should wait for them to die before taking it for himself when a giant creature suddenly ca into view.
The monster was 2 ters tall; its giant body was shaped like an ordinary, non-mutated bull. However, this one had a coal-black hide, bloodshot eyes, and sharp snow-white fangs that glinted in the night.
"Beast-general tier! Neapolitan Mastiff!" exclaid Lucian when he saw the creature's true form and imdiately recognized it.
There were always so species of powerful beasts among the common ultra beasts. Labeled differently according to their strength, their kind saw beast soldiers, beast generals, and the beast kings among their hierarchy.
Beast soldiers were like the elites among humans and, with effort, could be easily killed.
But beast generals, on the other hand, were commanders among the monsters.
This Neapolitan Mastiff had already reached a beast-general tier. No wonder these people were hysterical.
The assault tower spat out bullets like a hurricane, yet it was unable to inflict any damage on the creature – the beast was too fast!
"Whoosh!"
The Neapolitan Mastiff was no less intelligent than a human, quickly making its way behind Usrell to evade the bullets and simultaneously reaching out its claws towards Usrell.
"NO!" Daisy scread.
The elents in the environnt vibrated violently, and a ripple of water appeared, forming a wall of water behind her. The hound's sharp claws tore through the fragile protection, slicing down his back with great fury!
"Screeeeeech!"
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