Chapter 26 Temporary Guard Tower, on the Eve of Danger

Eglas knelt down deep in the damp insect nest and vomited a ball of white sticky substance.

Like the spider silk waste peeled off from the body.

He lowered his head and stared at the white object fiercely, his eyes full of hatred.

The sticky material was spread out flat on the ground and dried quickly in a ray of light coming in from above.

He pinched his neck, still finding it difficult to adapt to this human body that had just awakened from a cryogenic chamber 10,000 meters underground.

Not far away, his giant silver spider body was quietly dormant.

It is also this tall and beautiful human with long hair like a waterfall.

Eglas stood up, he was nearly 1.9 meters tall.

Silver hair falls to the waist.

Two hundred years ago, he was just a young man from an ordinary noble family in the Pan-Continental Alliance.

Later, his extraordinary intelligence and physical fitness were discovered by the enemy alliance around the sea, and he unfortunately became a test subject.

His parents died one after another in the experiment, and he was the only one who survived.

The experiment was not yet completed when war broke out and his body was sealed in a cryogenic chamber 10,000 meters underground.

Two hundred years of hatred has already seeped into the bones and blood.

Now, the spider body that carries the other half of his consciousness and brain is taking a nap.

The spider's eyes suddenly opened and looked at its human body in front of it.

He had previously been moving around in a spider body.

After all, he is a top-level alien with two brains and two bodies.

He is no longer human.

He is an alien, a biological soldier, and a weapon.

It is the most extreme legacy of the evil experimental system.

He clenched a stone he had picked up from the ground, and the muscles in his hand tensed.

He clenched his fist suddenly, crushing the stone into sharp pieces in an instant.

A chillingly cold expression appeared on his face, as if he was gritting his teeth to resist the urge to tear everything apart.

His body is indeed recovering.

When he first woke up, breathing was a little labored, but now his recovery and adaptation progress has accelerated, and his strength is gathering rapidly.

He would personally take away everything he wanted and crush everything he hated.

The other Eglas also looked at him, its golden compound eyes opened and looked at himself.

"It's almost time. I'll show you... I'll destroy you, and I'll get what I want..."

The young boy Eglas closed his eyes, and an expression that sent chills down one's spine appeared on his broad shoulders and still childish face.

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"Aizhe, Noson. We have a new mission soon."

"My new weapons factory is located on the northwest edge."

"You are needed to go and take turns to guard the place." Aizhe and Northen in the command room were slightly shocked when they heard Colonel Sting's order.

"It is precisely because of the recent turmoil that we have detected sonic disturbances and suspicious traces of alien species near the weapons factory."

"For the safety of the weapons factory, you must hurry as soon as possible."

"The final batch of killer weapons will be manufactured in the next few days, and there must be no problems."

Colonel Sting looked serious and spoke in a solemn tone.

He held the monitoring device that displayed the activity data of alien species near the weapons factory, his hand trembling slightly.

"You two possess the most proficient and consistent control over armored vehicles and large, heavy weaponry. Furthermore, you are two of the best melee fighters currently available."

"So, I hope you will be in charge of this garrison."

"As long as we can successfully get through this final stage of the weapons manufacturing process, the subsequent defense line will be much more stable."

Ai Zhe and Noson looked solemn and nodded at the same time.

This batch of weapons is the core equipment for the second exploration of the Zewo Waste Valley and is of great significance.

If it can be successfully implemented, even if there is an unexpected accident in the future, it will be able to quickly support the front line and stabilize the situation.

Many people in the Zeta camp are descendants of civilians from the Rim Sea Alliance.

Back then, they opposed the apocalyptic war and even rescued refugees from the Pan-Continental Alliance, but their strength was too limited to withstand the frenzied offensive of their own alliance.

Today, the two major alliances have long since collapsed, replaced by human survival organizations such as Zeta.

The descendants of the survivors continue to this day, including Northam and his father Lorraine.

They were originally an ordinary aristocratic family around the sea. Their ancestors had never participated in the war and had even secretly rescued refugees from across the continent.

Northen leaned against the edge of the watchtower and whispered to Ai Zhe amidst the wind:

"My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather was dragged to the court and flogged for saving refugees from the enemy army."

He looked at the weapons factory in the distance, where heat waves were gushing out, with a deep look in his eyes.

Hostile organizations have always coveted Zhewo's resources and technology.

In the end times, competition is everywhere—not only between humans and alien species, but also between people.

In contrast, Zeta is one of the few organizations that will assist refugees. Even if it cannot take them in, it will help with their relocation and resettlement.

"Back then, the Pan-Continental Armed Forces also hunted and killed civilians around the sea."

Northen spoke in a low voice as he continued to tell Ai Zhe about the "History of Evolution of Biological Armaments".

He has been reading this book for more than a month.

They have arrived at the watchtower near the weapons factory, where they are waiting for the person in charge to pick them up.

Ai Zhe also leaned silently beside him, leaning on the railing together, raising the monitor from time to time to scan the surrounding sound waves and biological movements.

“The most pitiful people are always the ordinary people who are powerless.”

Northen lowered his eyes and looked at the wasteland ahead.

Ai Zhe patted him on the back gently, pulling him back from his depressed mood.

Although this period of history is indeed related to the Northam family, two hundred years have passed, and it doesn't make much sense for Northam to get involved again.

Besides, there are some descendants of the Pan-Continental Alliance in Zeta now.

So many years have passed, and even they themselves no longer mention what happened back then.

It's impossible that the ghosts of the Pan-Continental Alliance would come across two hundred years to settle accounts with you, right?

Ai Zhe pushed him, which helped to ease his melancholy expression.