The super soldier with his arm severed felt no pain and continued his relentless assault on Chris. These warriors, stripped of their humanity, retained only their primal instinct to kill. To defeat them, there was no other option but to deliver a total and final blow.
Each of these super soldiers possessed strength at the Transcendence level-a power that would terrify ordinary humans. But to Chris, they were merely obstacles, albeit troublesome ones. Their fearlessness and complete lack of reason made them difficult to handle.
Chris swung his Dragon Slayer blade repeatedly, decapitating one super soldier after another. Yet, despite his efficiency, blood seeped from the wounds crisscrossing his body, leaving a gruesome and shocking sight.
Stephen Rivers watched the scene with a mix of excitement and awe. “As expected of Primus,” he muttered to himself. “Such a formidable body. If modified into a super soldier, it would undoubtedly become the strongest of them all!”
Stephen Rivers had spent years researching super soldiers-beings created by merging human and beastly traits. This combination endowed them with immense strength but erased all shreds of humanity, leaving only the instinct to kill.
For years, Rivers’ team had scoured the globe, abducting individuals with exceptional physical prowess. But today, he had finally found the ultimate specimen: Chris. If Chris could be captured and transformed into a super soldier, the resulting power would be unimaginable.
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
Chris roared, his voice cutting through the chaos, as his blade cleaved through the remaining soldiers. Finally, the last of the super soldiers fell.
Breathing heavily, Chris stood amid a pile of corpses, his face pale from exhaustion. The battle had taken a toll on him, both physically and mentally. He looked down at the scattered bodies, his expression darkening.
Suddenly, an oppressive and dangerous sensation gripped his heart. Chris spun around, his body tensing in readiness.
From the shadows of the passageway, a towering figure emerged-a man gripping a massive broadsword.
The man was enormous, his muscular frame rippling with power. He stood far taller than the average super soldier, his body fully human in appearance, yet his vacant eyes betrayed a complete lack of reason. He was more like a mindless husk, a puppet of destruction.
Unlike the previous super soldiers, whose bodies were grotesque amalgamations of human and beast, this man maintained his human form. But his sheer presence exuded a far greater threat.
Chris scrutinized the figure carefully. Based on his instincts, this man’s strength was at the very peak of the Transcendence level.
Sensing the gravity of the situation, Chris took a deep breath. This was going to be a challenging fight. He would need to rely on every ounce of his strength to survive.
“Die!”
With a battle cry, Chris launched himself forward, his body moving like a blur. Against an opponent of this caliber, hesitation was not an option.
But just as Chris closed the distance, the giant man sprang into action. His broadsword gleamed in the dim light, and his bloodshot eyes burned with a singular, murderous intent.
Boom!
Chris’s blade struck the giant’s body with enough force to split the ground beneath them. Yet, to his shock, the attack barely fazed the man. The giant only faltered for a moment before continuing his assault, as though Chris’s powerful strike had landed on solid steel.
Chris’s eyes widened in disbelief. “It’s like hitting a metal wall,” he thought, his grip tightening on the hilt of his blade.
With an ear-splitting roar, the giant unleashed a feral scream and charged at Chris with renewed ferocity. He seemed oblivious to pain, his fury intensifying with every moment.
Chris frowned, his mind racing. This opponent was unlike anything he had faced before. Even severing the man’s limbs seemed to have no impact; the giant continued his relentless attack.
No wonder Daniel Williams had invested so heavily in constructing the Hall of Valerian on this island. If Williams succeeded in his plans, it would spell disaster for all of Amerosia. These super soldiers would be his tools for seizing power, plunging the nation into chaos and bloodshed.
“Kill!”
Chris roared again, summoning every ounce of his strength to decapitate the giant. The blade sliced through flesh and bone, and the monstrous man finally fell, lifeless.
Chris staggered, his body drained of energy. If not for his exceptional strength and endurance, he would not have survived this battle.
Across the room, Stephen Rivers stared in stunned silence. Even the strongest of the super soldiers had fallen to Chris. “What a terrifying man,” Rivers muttered. “No wonder the Duke considers him the greatest threat to his ambitions. If Chris remains alive, the path to the throne will be anything but easy.”
His gaze shifted to a corpse lying nearby. It was Judge-the world’s most feared assassin. A sinister smile curled on Rivers’ lips. Judge’s body, known for its unparalleled physical prowess, was now a perfect candidate for his experiments.
Without hesitation, Rivers moved toward the lifeless form, dragging it closer.
Chris surveyed his surroundings, noting that all nearby passageways had been sealed. The metal doors that descended after Tiger’s earlier explosion left only one path open-the one from which the super soldiers had emerged.
Just as Chris prepared to strike down Rivers, an overwhelming sense of danger washed over him. This time, the aura was even more menacing, like the presence of a primordial beast.
Chris’s expression hardened as he braced himself for what was to come. Each opponent had been stronger than the last, and he could not afford to underestimate whatever lay ahead.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the passage, growing louder with each step. The ground trembled in response, heralding the arrival of something monstrous.