Battle to the Bitter End (Part Two)

The force of that blow was astounding. Even with his body enhanced through modification, Silas still felt both arms go numb in an instant before he was hurled high into the air and slammed heavily to the ground.

"Cough, cough..."

The moment he hit the ground, a massive dose of drugs was pumped into him, and Silas swiftly shook off his dizziness. But as soon as he opened his mouth, scarlet blood poured out uncontrollably.

The strange sensation in his chest told him that his internal organs had suffered severe damage. Both his arms were nearly useless: his left arm had sustained a compound fracture, with broken bones piercing through muscle and skin, exposed bloodily to the air. His right arm was slightly better, but could barely move.

Such injuries would have been terrifying for an ordinary person, but Silas knew that given enough time, he could recover completely.

Yet on the battlefield, time was the most precious thing of all.

"Waaagh!!"

With a furious roar, Guk swung his warhammer in sweeping arcs. Its massive head was powerful enough to smash Titan armor to pieces.

Countless Blades of Delirium charged forward without hesitation, trying to stop the berserk beast. Their armor had already been dented, cracked, and scorched by the earlier fierce fighting, and before Guk's warhammer, it was no different from paper.

Every swing of that warhammer sent a rain of flesh and blood falling from the sky. Shattered armor and bones clattered down onto Silas, making his entire body tremble.

They were surrounded by cries of agony and savage cheers. Before long, the Blades of Delirium guarding Silas had been almost completely wiped out, leaving only a handful of heroes making their final stand.

"You damned beast!!"

Silas dragged himself up from the ground, enraged by the slaughter