Chapter Three
The piercing buzz of a Gatling gun warming up echoed like a countdown to death outside the shattered walls. A dozen heavily armored mercenaries, infected by the Red Dust Storm's radiation and driven to extreme frenzy, had their guns fixed on me amidst the ruins.
In the wasteland, turning your back to the enemy is tantamount to walking into a meat grinder. I had no intention of retreating.
In the split second before they pulled the trigger, I swiftly drew three glass spheres filled with a dark green liquid from my tactical belt and slammed them with tremendous force against the group's bulletproof shields.
"Bang! Sizzle—"
The undiluted "Neural Melting Corrosion Mist" exploded instantly. The dense toxic gas could corrode even steel in three seconds, let alone their carbon-based flesh. A shrill scream erupted as the mercenaries in the front row clutched their faces, their goggles and eyeballs instantly dissolved, writhing in agony on the floor. The Gatling gunner, writhing in agony, yanked the trigger, the barrel spitting out a torrent of fire that only hit the ceiling. Stray bullets even tore apart their own comrades.
"Useless! Suppressive fire! Blow him to pieces!" the enemy leader roared maniacally from behind.
I sneered, slicing through the deep green poisonous fog like a cold ghost. My high-carbon steel tactical knife gleamed with a bloodthirsty edge in the dim light.
Thud, throat slit, turn, counter-stab.
No unnecessary flourishes; each stab precisely severed a thug's carotid artery or spinal cord. My identity as a poison master meant not only that I could make medicine, but also that I possessed a death-like, precise mastery of human anatomy.
In the blink of an eye, I had reaped three lives, but the enemy was, after all, a fully armed scavenger squad.
"Rocket launcher! Bomb the hell out!"
An RPG, trailing a fiery exhaust, tore through the poisonous fog, heading straight for my landing spot. My eyes narrowed, and I abruptly rolled to the side.
"BOOM—!!"
The load-bearing wall I was leaning against was instantly reduced to ashes. The violent shockwave whipped up large chunks of concrete, violently throwing me to the side of the ruins. Dust filled the air, choking my nose and mouth. Several blinding red laser beams pierced through the smoke and dust, locking onto my chest and limbs once more.
"Break his arms and legs, I'll cut his flesh off piece by piece for my drinks!" The leader's arrogant laughter drew closer.
A desperate situation? No.
I wiped the dust from the corner of my mouth. Far from fear, a cruel fanaticism flickered in my eyes.
Because behind me, in the darkness just shrouded in the blood mist of the explosion, two dark golden lights suddenly shone—a pair of demonic eyes burning with lightning!
"Roar—!!!"
An ancient roar, completely out of this era, instantly drowned out the torrential red rain outside. Even the dust particles in the air generated visible shockwaves from this roar.
A dark golden behemoth, its size swelling to the size of a heavily armored vehicle, slowly emerged from the shadows. That was Terra, the Thunder Titan Saber-toothed Tiger, having fully absorbed the fission primordial fluid and completely awakened after passing through the first stage!
The bone spikes on its back resembled swords piercing the sky, and a dark blue high-voltage current surged wildly between the spikes and its sharp fangs.
"What the hell... what the hell is that monster?!" The mercenary leader's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped, like a duck being choked.
Without further ado, Terra's long, explosively powerful hind limbs suddenly exerted force, its heavy body transforming into a dark golden lightning bolt, crashing directly into the thugs' formation.
This wasn't a battle; it was a one-sided, dimensional-lowering massacre of flesh and blood!
Terra's lightning-infused giant claws slammed down, and the thug who had just raised his rocket launcher didn't even have time to scream before his upper body, along with his heavy bulletproof chest armor, was smashed into a puddle of mush. Its fangs, sharper than a machete, tore through the machine gunner's metal exoskeleton as easily as tearing paper, scalding blood mingling with the wreckage and scattering everywhere.
Blue lightning exploded around Terra, and a powerful high-voltage electric grid instantly carbonized the mercenaries who tried to escape.
In less than half a minute, the once invincible heavy armored squad had become a pile of charred, twisted flesh.
Terra stood on a piece of wreckage, dark golden electricity gradually seeping into its body. It turned its massive head, extended its barbed, scarlet tongue, and licked the bloodstains on my tactical boots in a fawning manner, emitting a docile growl from its throat.
This slaughter perfectly solidified my position at the top of the food chain.
I straightened up, preparing to take stock of the spoils from these poor bastards.
"Click."
An extremely abrupt mechanical sound of a revolver's hammer being cocked rang out at the entrance to the ruins, where only the howling wind and rain remained.
"Clap, clap, clap."
Accompanied by slow, arrogant clapping, a familiar and nauseating female voice pierced the rain, "Well done, Renn. Not only did you survive, but you also took care of a bunch of troublesome scavengers for me. I can't help but praise you."
I turned my head slightly.
A bolt of lightning ripped through the crimson night sky, illuminating the hole in the entrance.
Sophia stood there, wearing a raincoat that looked like it had been ripped from some dead body. In her hand, she held a large-caliber Magnum pistol, its dark muzzle fixed on the back of my head.
At her feet lay a white wolf—Fenrir—whose body had swelled to the size of an adult bull, radiating the aura of a high-level mutated creature. Its eerie green eyes were filled with the bloodlust and arrogant arrogance of someone who had just completed their evolution.
Sophia clearly only saw the mercenary corpses on the ground, completely unaware of Terra, who was even larger than the white wolf, lurking in the heavy shadows in front of me.
She raised her heavily made-up chin, looking at me like I was a stray dog, a morbidly sinister smile twisting her lips: "Hand over the formula for that poison gas that could detonate this group, then kneel down and lick my boots clean. For the sake of the past, I might let this invincible Alpha White Wolf leave you with a whole corpse."
Looking at her arrogant face, so eager to court death, I touched the bone spurs on Terra's back that were faintly burning, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud with extreme pleasure.
