Chapter 190
The spear shaft was almost completely submerged, leaving only a short section of the shaft still trembling violently.
The spears from Puncture Paradise, equipped with barbs, tore apart a large amount of tissue from 682 bodies.
Unlike other wounds, the area pierced by the spear did not heal quickly; dark green blood was seeping from the edges of the wound, dripping onto the floor and corroding small pits.
It was wounded! That seemingly inconspicuous spear had pierced its defenses solidly, causing a wound that was difficult to heal instantly!
But this scene brought no hope to the remaining task force members.
They looked at Ai Er Lan, who lay motionless in the distance, his life hanging in the balance, and then at 682, who, despite roaring in pain, remained standing and appeared even more frenzied and dangerous due to his injuries. A chilling despair, like a venomous snake, coiled around everyone's hearts.
Even this strange man who suddenly appeared and displayed extraordinary power, despite his best efforts, could only leave a wound on this monster... one that further enraged it?
Their most powerful attacks have failed; what else can they hope for?
"It's over..." a team member muttered absentmindedly, his gun falling limply to the ground.
Inside the passage, only the roars of 682, driven by pain and rage, tearing through the air remained.
"Damn it... damn bastard."
682 spoke in human language, filled with immense resentment and malice.
It looked down at the still trembling, blood-red spear in its chest, hindering its healing. Its yellow vertical pupils contracted into thin slits due to extreme rage.
Instead of trying to pull it out slowly, it raised its huge and powerful front claws and grabbed the short section of the spear shaft that was sticking out!
Pfft!
With a sickening, tooth-grinding sound as muscles and tissue were forcibly torn apart, it actually managed to pull the spear out of its own body!
The barbs on the spearhead pulled out large chunks of dark green, still pulsating flesh and tissue, instantly turning the wound into a horrifying blood hole, with green blood gushing out like a fountain!
However, this self-harming behavior seems to be solely for the purpose of eliminating the abnormal force that hinders regeneration.
The very next second the spear was pulled out, the muscle fibers around the massive wound writhed and intertwined like living things, and granulation tissue grew and covered the wound at a visible speed. In almost a single breath, the potentially fatal wound had contracted and healed without leaving a single scar.
Immediately afterwards, 682 raised the blood-red spear, which still emitted an ominous red light, to his eyes.
Then, it gripped both ends of the spear with its two front paws, and a force powerful enough to tear apart a high-strength alloy door suddenly erupted.
Click!!!
A crisp, piercing snapping sound rang out, and the EGO weapon Puncture Paradise, condensed from abnormal concepts, was easily broken in two like a dry twig by 682's unparalleled brute force!
The moment it broke, the eyeball on the spear closed rapidly, and the luster on the spear body dimmed quickly.
Finally, it turned into fine red dust, falling softly from between 682's claws and completely dissipating into the air.
Almost at the same time, Ai Er Lan, who was lying on the ground in the distance, suddenly shuddered and spat out another mouthful of blood.
Smack
The already dim and barely visible phantom of the EGO Release Armor on his body completely disintegrated, turning into specks of red light that vanished without a trace.
His connection to the Puncture Paradise Spear was forcibly severed, and his EGO Gear... was utterly destroyed.
At this moment, Ai Er Lan had lost his greatest support. His face was ashen, his breath weak, and he could barely stand. He had truly become a human being who could only offer his neck for slaughter.
Chapter 8: 682, I Will March In [2 Updates]
682 casually flicked away the remaining, dissipating red dust from his hand.
Blood trickled from the corner of Ai Er Lan's mouth as he stared at the scene in disbelief; it was the first time he had ever seen EGO Gear destroyed.
There is some unknown power hidden within 682, something that cannot be achieved by brute force alone.
Then, Grandpa 682 said no more, took a few more steps forward and swung his tail at Ai Er Lan, the huge tail clearly intended to kill him right there.
The woman beside him Ai Er Lan, saw this and quickly hugged him, trying to drag Ai Er Lan away, but when she looked up at the huge shadow swinging towards her...
Despair filled her eyes; this was no ordinary opponent.
The resilient girl held Ai Er Lan tightly, closed her eyes, and prepared to face death.
When!!
"Hmm... Soldiers should undergo more rigorous training."
A massive shield blocked the attack, taking the blow head-on. The shield-wielder stood firm, like a mountain protecting the two men.
Ai Er Lan glanced at the deer-headed giant in front of him and uttered a sentence with difficulty.
"Ha, you've come... It's amazing you're still willing to help us, especially after what happened before..."
"A warrior should set aside his prejudices." Patriot Boccalas's deep voice rang out. He was no longer stuttering. His Originium Disease had been cured. Although he had not yet received Angela's enhancement, his body was still strong.
"It's up to you now..." Ai Er Lan finally closed his eyes and fainted.
The task force stared wide-eyed at the giant who had emerged from the corridor.
They all believed that the enormous creature before them was definitely some kind of containment object, as it had blocked 682's attack without sustaining any damage.
But according to that 'former commander,' this person also seems to be a secret weapon of the Foundation.
Even though the person giving the order had passed out, the Beta Squad unanimously decided over the radio to continue with Plan C.
"Give full support to that soldier! Contain 682 first!"
Bang bang bang bang!
Flames erupted from countless gun barrels, and bullets rained down on 682.
Ta-da!
The crisp, rapid clanging sounds continued incessantly, producing a sound like the striking of metal.
The bullet struck the newly formed, thicker scales of 682, achieving almost nothing except for a few sparks and some white marks.
This kind of attack cannot penetrate its defenses at all; it's not even a tickle. Its only purpose is to annoy people.
Extremely annoying.
682's malevolent vertical pupils impatiently scanned the humans who buzzed around it like flies, constantly harassing it with "pebbles."
It desperately needs to increase its own mass, to devour metal, flesh, and energy to strengthen itself and utterly crush this damned facility and all the disgusting life within!
The size of the 682-year-old is not fixed; it can be big or small as it pleases.
Once it has gained enough mass, it can even expand to the size of a facility that can destroy it, or even be as big as a tall building. Of course, Grandpa 682 would not usually do something that would cripple himself, since it would be difficult to control if it were too big.
Unless it wants to destroy some large facility.
Grandpa 682 didn't want to fight the giant in front of it anymore. It turned around and was about to leave. Fighting this guy might lead to the Foundation's reinforcements arriving, and then it would be difficult for it to escape.
Having clashed with the Foundation many times, 682 naturally understands this principle well.
"Roar!" It thrashed its head violently, sweeping away a swarm of flying grenade fragments with its tail, temporarily diverting its attention from the Patriot stood before it as imposing as a mountain.
They wanted to dash to the other side and escape.
However, Patriot Boccalas caught up at an incredible speed, lifting the massive halberd with one arm, his muscles bulging, and then hurling it out!
Whoosh!
The sound of the halberd piercing the air was extremely sharp, easily breaking the sound barrier!
The halberd rubbed violently against the air, carrying an unstoppable destructive force, transforming into a deep red meteor that pierced through the corridor at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye!
Having just turned around and attempted to dart into the side passage, 682 didn't even have time to make an effective evasive maneuver.
Thump!!!
A deep, resounding crash, like the thunder of a giant drum, exploded out!
The crimson halberd struck 682 precisely on the side of his abdomen, and the scale armor that was strong enough to withstand heavy firepower shattered in the face of this pure and extreme physical impact!
The halberd tip pierced deep into its body, releasing enormous kinetic energy without reservation, lifting its massive, three-meter-long body off the ground and sending it flying uncontrollably backward!
"Roar--!!!"
682 let out a roar of even greater pain and rage than when it was pierced by EGO's spear, and its massive body slammed heavily against the corridor wall dozens of meters away!
Boom!
The sturdy alloy wall was smashed into a huge dent, its metal structure Distortion and deeply recessed.
The lights around the point of impact crackled and shattered, sparks flew everywhere, and some even touched the ceiling.
Laugh--!
Beep beep beep beep beep.
Amidst the piercing alarm, the steady lights instantly turned red and began flashing.
The fire sprinkler system on the ceiling was activated instantly, and icy water droplets poured down from countless nozzles like a sudden downpour, enveloping the entire blood-soaked corridor.
A curtain of water filled the air, blurring the view.
As the water flowed, the bloodstains began to spread, and the smell of gunpowder mixed with the water vapor, making it hard for the Nine-Tailed Fox Squad members to breathe.
All they could see were the enormous figures standing on either side of the corridor, locked in a standoff.
Water droplets soaked their combat uniforms, and the cold touch made them realize that the level of this battle had long exceeded their comprehension.
The deep red halberd remained firmly embedded in 682's body, trembling slightly with its struggles—a mark signifying a fight to the death.
The lizard recovered and turned its head around, its body riddled with holes.
682 stared at Patriot with eyes filled with intense hatred. It didn't sense any disgust from him; he was definitely not one of the humans.
This filled it with rage and hatred. "Damn it, you were also trapped by these scumbags, why didn't you escape with me? Do you think that helping them will make them treat you kindly? These scumbags will only fear you and want to destroy you even more."
Patriot reached out, and the halberd returned to his hand. He remained silent, not uttering a single word.
He merely assumed a throwing stance and aimed at the corridor, his intention to declare war was self-evident.
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"Fine... fine... hehehehe." 682 finally laughed in exasperation, its massive body ignoring the surrounding task force members as it charged towards Patriot, roaring, "Since you're so eager to let consciousness perish, I'll grant your wish!"
Patriot remained silent, his massive body lowering slightly as he once again held the giant shield, etched with countless battle scars, in front of him, his crimson halberd poised to strike.
The next moment, the two behemoths collided again with a deafening roar!
This time, it's no longer a test, but a true fight to the death!
Boom!!!
The impact produced a deafening roar, like muffled thunder exploding inside the facility. Its power far surpassed that of the collision between Ai Er Lan and 682, and this collision continued indefinitely.
The intense vibrations propagated along the structure, causing the entire site to tremble.
The cracks in the walls spread further, and dust and debris rained down from the ceiling, mixing with the cold water from the fire sprinklers, making the scene even more chaotic.
682's roar pierced through layers of walls and isolation doors, echoing throughout the heavily guarded containment area. The hateful and furious roar could be heard from almost anywhere, sending chills down one's spine.
The battle was intense from the very beginning.
Patriot's combat skills were honed through countless trials, and his strength reached a pinnacle that was difficult for ordinary people to attain.
The crimson halberd in his hand transformed into a whirlwind of death; every swing and thrust carried the force to tear everything apart.
Sizzle!
The halberd's blade easily tore through the 682 newly formed scales, bringing with it a large patch of dark green flesh and tissue.
The Patriot's eyes flashed red, and his massive body moved nimbly, chipping away at 682's tissues bit by bit, trying to break its mobility, but his rate of damage was no match for 682's rate of recovery.
682 launched a frenzied counterattack, its gaping maw, sharp enough to pierce tank armor, viciously biting at Patriot's head and arms.
But the Patriot's giant shield always manages to appear in the most dangerous position in time.
Clang! Clang!
The sickening sounds of metal Distortion and cracking echoed continuously.
The 682 teeth left deep dents on the heavy shield, even biting off sections of the edge.
Patriot noticed this and sent 682 flying with a shield bash.
After a brief encounter, Patriot realized how formidable the enemy was, and that he might also fall to their hands.
This was one of the few monsters in his military career that gave him this feeling.
Is that the Beast Lord before him? But Patriot was even more terrifying than the Beast Lord, which made him abandon the idea.
682's adaptability began to operate at full speed.