447 Galaxy Eye, Bakhmut Better Suited for Abyss Babies

Saisiluo remembered clearly: acid would burn and corrode a person's flesh away, turning them into a lump of charred black carbon. You could even see the blood vessels on it.

Nine-hundred-degree flames would not kill someone outright. A worker had crawled along with difficulty, his whole body twisted, holding on for several minutes before a passing soldier crushed his head beneath a boot.

Life Disintegration was a highly efficient spell. Living people struck by its green light would have chromosomes erupt from all over their bodies, their cells unable to maintain their structure. Any mortal hit by it would immediately turn into a puddle of liquid. If you looked through a microscope, you could even see how the red blood cells melted.

Being pierced by ice was not too terrifying. At least they curled up, their senses deceived by the cold and blood loss, smiling miserably bit by bit before whispering, "Mom, I'm so cold," and taking off their clothes—only for the expressions of the dead to freeze there, always lifelike.

Saisiluo took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Half a year ago, I was still in school."

He raised his hand and connected to the war Local Magic Network, trying to download a simple Healing Spell. Yet the spell interface displayed only one cold line: "Frequency occupied."

"White Candle slang: Commander who lets a wild boar chew on a dry latrine."

He cursed, then looked up at the teammates' corpses strewn across the hall and thought in grief and fury:

"He got us all killed!"

It was only three in the morning when he and the assault team had launched their raid on this clone center.

Their original plan had been to teleport four hundred meters into the air and make a high-speed