Why, why is this happening?
Carl is still in there!
Jim wanted to say more, but quickly, two clumps of crimson debris fell in front of him.
He just looked down, and after realizing what it was, he couldn't stop himself from violently vomiting again.
The big guy heard the commotion here and glanced at Jim, saying nothing.
But excitent filled his own eyes.
He had retired because he couldn't stand the environnt of the Polluted Land, and... he couldn't face the Pollutants anymore. Although the Devil's Army had undergone more augntations than the forr Night Star Army, in the big guy's view, it was still far from enough.
More augntations, more powerful forces were needed to truly contend with those Monsters.
Like... now.
During this ti, the Pollutants tried to fight back several tis, but were relentlessly hamred down by his indiscriminate pile-driving attacks, ground into bits of flesh.
Such a scene further exhilarated the big guy, feeling as if sothing addictive in his mind was burning wildly.
Such a level of augntation on the big guy, even in the Devil's Army, was absolutely against the regulations.
This could very easily cross that fuzzy line between man and machine, as the human brain can't manage so much of a body that wasn't originally its own, which easily leads them towards a more dangerous path.
But what of it?
For power, why care about those things?
And, he could control it!
Look at it now, just look at it now!
This Pollutant is powerless before him!
The big guy grew more and more excited, even though one half of the Pollutant's body had been completely smashed by him, almost unable to recover, but he did not stop attacking until it was thoroughly destroyed, his own body stained red.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
The chanical arm temporarily ceased operation due to overheating, but the big guy's excitent did not decrease, and was even still heating up.
Because there's still a little bit of the Pollutant's body left, and this bit was deliberately left by the big guy.
This fragnt could no longer launch an attack independently, it was like a severed lizard's tail, only capable of squirming against the wall by instinct.
But what of it?
The big guy was preparing to stimulate "Overload" again and then launch another round of attacks like the one before.
Even though his reason told him that this was completely unnecessary, that the Pollutant had already lost eighty percent of its threat, and that it should be finished off quickly.
But he refused to listen to reason.
Because the combat just now... was truly exhilarating.
This was an unprecedented feeling, at least when he served in the Devil's Army, when battling those Monsters in the Polluted Land, he had never felt this way.
Is combat such a bloody yet pleasant thing?
Thinking this, the big guy couldn't help but show a smile.
And that smile caused Jim, pale-faced from vomiting, to shiver.
He did not know why, but after activating "Overload," the big guy seed to change into a different person, but he didn't dare to ask, because Carl was already dead, so he just curled up in the corner, not daring to make a sound.
And the big guy didn't care about Jim, he was just waiting for "Overload" to recover, while walking towards the remaining half of the Pollutant.
"Co on, little Monster," the big guy said to the Pollutant with a cruel smile, "Let's see what tricks you have left."
The half Pollutant twisted its body desperately, as if struggling for the last ti.
This made the smile on the big guy's face grow even wider.
Then, the Pollutant suddenly leaped up.
And swallowed the box holding the fingers.
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