The struggle descended into chaos from the very beginning. The half-human, half-beast researchers still had some tattered cloth left on their bodies, but their minds were a hundred times more mottled than their flesh, and even more wretched than their tattered clothes.
Once betrayal is committed, there is no going back.
Regardless of whether it was done voluntarily or not.
When they worship the new king, conflict with humanity becomes inevitable.
With enough men, their firepower can easily overwhelm the enemy.
The roar added a touch of sorrow to the otherwise desolate atmosphere.
The underlying theme of sorrow is the infighting among our own kind.
The iron-blooded army displayed its ruthlessness from the very beginning of the battle, subduing the mutated researchers with such cruelty that they would launch electric shocks powerful enough to cause an adult elephant's leg to spasm into those who tried to resist.
Screams and angry roars of despair as the child struggled on the ground.
When they first entered the Death Realm, Jiang Cheng proposed the idea of bringing all the mutants back alive.
They were born as human beings, even though they have now lost the right to be human.
The final decision on how to handle the situation still needs to be made with caution.
There have been too many sacrifices already; every life should be cherished.
Bringing the mutant back alive will require a great deal of effort.
That's why heavily armed elite troops seem so constrained.
They could only use riot shields or melee weapons to pin him to the ground, and several people worked together to suppress his extremely strong struggles.
The mutant researcher was no longer the frail man he once was; his muscles bulged, making him as strong as an ox.
Only after securing the patient did they insert the stun gun into his leg to avoid damaging the bone marrow and causing permanent harm.
Then they were injected with an anesthetic to make them fall into a deep sleep.
Therefore, the battlefield appeared exceptionally chaotic.
It often takes four or five heavily armed elite soldiers to take down one.
Jiangcheng, on the other hand, was so peaceful that even the drifting dust seemed to stand still. Just a few meters apart, it was like two different worlds, and not a single one of his own kind had turned against him and tried to harm him.
He held the cold body of an elderly man in his arms, his pure white protective suit quickly soaked with blood, his legs and chest covered in blood.
The pungent smell of blood filled Jiang Cheng's nostrils, making him feel even more depressed.
Black umbrella, blood-red, gray mist, yellow eyes.
Shouts, gunshots, cries, and drumbeats.
Oh, the chaotic world, so many things intertwined.
Jiang Cheng stood up, holding the body in his arms, and walked backward.
He did not triumph, but experienced a complete and utter defeat. It was as if a hand was squeezing his heart tightly, and his chest was throbbing with pain.
He wanted to personally take the old man back so that Clonint's son could give him a proper burial in the world of snow, where he could die in his homeland, even if he was born in the harsh northern cold, so that he could finally rest in peace.
These researchers will also walk this path together, no matter how difficult the process may be.
Jiang Cheng took them back, just as he had casually pointed at them and sent them to the front lines, placing them at the forefront of saving humanity.
At this moment, he recalled his conversation with Zhong Yingzhe. Back then, he was still in China and had not yet been promoted to the position of deputy commander.
I knew then that every decision I made was a choice between life and death for countless people. Even if their sacrifice was accompanied by heroic songs, death is still death, cruel enough to break one's heart.
When you truly experience these things, when there's no way to avoid them...
I now truly understand how painful it is.
All the mutants had been restrained by the soldiers; they were tied up and lifted up, and had fallen into a state of unconsciousness.
Jiang Cheng carried the body at the front, followed by Gu Qingwan, who held up an umbrella.
Behind him was a long procession that resembled a funeral procession.
No one noticed a single minute detail.
That was Gu Qingwan, whose body was not under the umbrella. Despite the gray mist drifting all over the sky, not a drop of it touched her.
These microorganisms that depend on the king for survival seemed to be terrified of the woman; they would automatically retreat once they got within a certain distance.
She was also wearing protective clothing, but unlike the others, it wasn't covered in dust.
This scene is reminiscent of a person standing in a downpour whose clothes remain dry.
Just seconds after leaving the dimension of death, a sudden change occurred.
The battle had ended, the fighting lasted for a moment, and the space was so calm that only the sound of heartbeats could be heard when suddenly the earth shook violently!
The dimensions seemed to be shattering and began to shake violently.
The drifting gray fog surged wildly towards the horizon, the ground began to tremble, and the glaciers broke apart layer by layer, cracking and splintering.
The extremely thick ice blocks the soldiers were standing on suddenly shattered, spreading from a very distant direction toward this place.
The officer yelled and retreated, while the soldiers, carrying the unconscious mutated researcher, ran frantically backward to avoid falling into the cracked glacier.
The king, which had been asleep for a long time, had already awakened and had been waiting for the right opportunity. Now it seemed that it was about to break through the soil and stretch out its body, which was hundreds of meters long!
The deafening shattering sound made people feel as if the whole world was about to turn into a pile of mud, unbearable, so they could only cover their ears and try to maintain their balance.
They finally showed fear, afraid that ancient cosmic creatures would emerge from the ground.
With just one mouth, it can devour everyone.
Jiang Cheng turned his head and quietly looked at the broken part of the ice, where grayish-brown armor plates protruded.
Its luster was comparable to that of the thinnest and hardest steel, making it an unparalleled defensive material.
Perfect yet rough, it appears incongruously on this creature.
A dragon-like head, so abrupt! It emerged from below without warning!
She opened her eyes, as big as buildings, and stared at him, her pupils locked on him.
It is so large that it can only be looked up to.
The scorching breath disturbed the dissipation of the gray fog, causing the air to swirl and disperse.
Its tentacles reach straight to the sky.
Its head resembled an axe, with sharp teeth and a protruding white bony tooth above its wide nose, giving it a terrifying and sinister appearance.
A bright green saliva flowed from its mouth, dripping down and corroding the ice surface.
It melted out large holes.
This king, who possessed a colossal ship in the universe and had slaughtered countless civilizations, looked towards Jiangcheng.
It only needs one action: extend its giant hand and slap down.
Perhaps this could destroy all hope for human civilization.
But it didn't.
He just stared, his gaze unreadable, never looking away.
Jiang Cheng met its gaze, his face completely calm.
The instruments he installed on the ground when he first came in showed that the Ancient Spirit had not fully recovered and still needed some time.
In any case, this thing cannot possibly crawl out and harm humans, and the idea of it escaping dimensions is utter nonsense.
Jiang Cheng was absolutely certain, so he didn't care at all.
The curtain has been drawn on the confrontation between two kings.
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