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It's not surprising that William complained like that; in modern society, where hot wars and even beyond-visual-range combat are the norm, cold weapons are simply not suitable for warfare.
Unfortunately, the experimental products produced by Laboratory No. 37 were always either knives or swords, or at the very least, cold weapons like bows and crossbows.
"Well, this is mainly the doctor's personal hobby..."
Peter scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, naturally aware of this flaw.
Unfortunately, the PhD student leading Lab 37 was fond of this stuff, and there was no way to persuade him to change his research direction.
"Besides, compared to the high-tech weapons made by the government, the cold weapons made by the doctor are obviously more suitable for you."
This suitability refers not only to William's skill in close combat, but also to the fact that melee weapons are less likely to be inspected and punished by officials.
"This is down..."
After a couple of simple sword flourishes, William was about to say something more when a huge explosion suddenly came from beside the tavern.
Boom!
To the astonishment of everyone in the tavern, one side of the wall suddenly collapsed.
Immediately afterwards, a monstrous wail came from the other side of the wall, along with panicked cries from the street.
"What……"
The burly man closest to the wall stood up, just about to see what was happening outside.
A gigantic, skeletal arm suddenly emerged from the other side of the wall and grabbed the man's neck like a chick.
Click...
With a clear, audible cracking sound, the burly man's neck lolled to the side, and he stopped breathing.
This sudden turn of events stunned everyone, including William and Peter.
Before they could even react, the monster, carrying the burly man with one hand, broke through the collapsed wall and appeared before them.
"law!"
It was a strange monster that resembled a centaur from mythology.
Its upper body is that of a burly, strong man, while its lower body resembles a giant horse with flaming hooves.
Just standing silently outside the collapsed wall, the men and horses with their ferocious faces gave people an eerie and ghostly feeling.
Most importantly, the centaur is incredibly large, with an estimated height of three or four meters, and its massive body resembles a small road roller.
"law!"
With another neigh, the centaur suddenly flung the burly man in his arms toward the crowd in the tavern.
Seeing this, the people in the tavern were jolted out of their shock and ran towards the tavern's main entrance as if fleeing.
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"That's... a mutant!?"
Suddenly snapping out of his daze, William stood up instantly, his eyes filled with uncontrollable anger and hatred.
Aberrations are also a type of "doomsday disaster".
Unlike other random "doomsday disasters," the Aberration is the most widespread and threatening "doomsday disaster" in the world to date.
According to official sources, this "doomsday disaster" is one of the first "doomsday disasters" to appear in the world.
Its terrifying aspect lies in its completely incomprehensible form of "meme transmission" and the fact that once infected, it inevitably leads to mutation.
In the early stages of infection with this "apocalyptic disaster," infected individuals are no different from ordinary people.
However, once an infected person experiences a severe fluctuation in their emotions, especially negative emotions, it can lead to some terrible lesions in their body.
When this disease reaches a certain level, the infected person will completely abandon their human body and transform into various different forms of alien monsters.
Because in the early stages of infection, infected individuals may only become irritable and withdrawn, and those around them may not even realize that the person has been infected.
William's case stemmed from his failure to detect the infection in time when his neighbor was infected.
That led to the deaths of his family members, and one of his arms was torn off.
"Damn mutated monster, die!"
Without hesitation, he drew his sword and charged towards the tall centaur.
At this moment, William revealed the ruthless killing intent that he had honed through blood and fire over the past six months.
Silence!
The fluid blade was far sharper than William had imagined.
He encountered almost no resistance and cleaved the table and chairs blocking his way in two with a single stroke.
The extended blade was aimed directly at the centaur's chest, intent on cleaving him in two.
"law!"
In the blink of an eye, the centaur also revealed its strange nature as a follower of an evil god.
The flesh and blood of the arm seemed to have its own consciousness, bulging up on its own and transforming into a real meat shield to block the blade.
Clang!
Although neither of them were real swords and shields, they produced a piercing metallic clang the moment they collided.
The next second, the centaur's other arm transformed into a spear, which stabbed fiercely towards William.
"careful!"
Peter, who only realized what was happening at that moment, shouted a reminder.
Although Peter was not a professional combatant, he was at least aware of the "doomsday disaster".
In terms of both knowledge and courage, Peter was far superior to the tavern crowd who had never seen a mutant and were frightened away.
boom!
He pulled out his miniature pistol and quickly pulled the trigger.
Peter shot the centaur straight through the skull, leaving a very noticeable hole in the center of its forehead.
Unfortunately, such damage is not fatal to centaurs.
The other party completely ignored Peter, who had fired the shot, and continued to thrust his arm, which had transformed into a spear, at William.
"Wang!"
At this critical moment, a sudden bark from a dog not far away miraculously startled the men and horses.
As if encountering a natural enemy, the centaur's massive body suddenly froze in place, and the flames on its four hooves disappeared as if they had never existed.
——Monthly Tickets/Recommendation Tickets——
Chapter 481 The Evil God's Familiar
【It's now! 】
Having survived so many life-or-death battles, how could William possibly let go of such a golden opportunity?
While ducking to dodge, he immediately turned the hilt of the knife, extending the blade that had been stuck.
Silence!
This time, the centaur could no longer withstand the sharp blade of the fluid blade and was pierced through the heart with a single blow.
A thin, viscous liquid, like flames, flowed from his chest and dripped onto the ground along the blade.
drop!
In an instant, the solid cement floor was left with marks that looked as if it had been corroded by lava, radiating intense heat.
Fortunately, Wei Ning is now wielding a fluid knife, which makes him unafraid of the corrosive effects of this terrible liquid.
If it were a blade made of ordinary material, it would probably be corroded beyond recognition.
Even so, William instantly drew his sword, stopped his attack, and cautiously retreated to a relatively safe distance.
William’s past experience told him that the mutations of the variants were far more terrifying than he had imagined.
The physical distortion is merely a superficial phenomenon; the truly terrifying aspect of the distorted being lies in the ever-flowing, even alienated, darkness within.
Monsters or zombies...
Those are just the images seen by outsiders; the true source of the mutant's power is the heart that gave up on becoming human.
Before determining what type of aberration the centaur in front of you is, maintaining a safe distance is the proper vigilance for a "hunter".
"Something's not right..."
Just then, Peter, seemingly realizing something, slowly stepped forward and whispered something in William's ear.
"What's wrong?"
Turning his head to glance at Peter, who was holding a miniature pistol, William asked in a low voice as well.
Although William was arrogant and conceited, he never looked down on anyone.
William especially valued the opinions of intelligent people like Peter.
“We are now in the city, and the mutants have never transformed in densely populated areas.”
Aberrant infected individuals typically only mutate and deform at night or in deserted places.
Although the underlying principles are unclear, those in the know believe that people who have been corrupted and infected by dark forces will actively avoid transforming in crowded places.
But this centaur is different. Not only did it transform in the downtown area, it even went on a killing spree in front of ordinary people.
This behavior, which is equivalent to completely exposing oneself in front of ordinary people, is simply not a normal phenomenon.
After all, the aberrations are just people who have been infected and corrupted by dark forces. Apart from becoming a little more irritable, they still retain a considerable degree of intelligence.
"The real apocalypse has arrived!"
Suddenly, William and Peter exchanged a glance and then spoke in unison.
Yes, only in this way can the abnormal behavior of the Tonga variant be explained.
What happened next further confirmed their idea.
"Help!"
"let me go!"
"What kind of monsters are these?!"
……
Amidst the screams echoing outside the tavern, what came into view of the two was an even larger and more monstrous group.
Monsters with ram's horns on their heads, drooling monsters, giant insects bursting from the ground...
Besides those mutants who have already completed their transformations, there are many more humans undergoing mutations.
They may be monsters that were originally hidden among the people, or new mutant variants born from intense emotional shocks...
Regardless of their origins, they all let out terrifying howls at this moment.
The only saving grace is that these terrifying monsters are not without natural enemies.
Mechanical hounds, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, are launching a campaign to hunt down the mutated monsters.
"Wang!"
Those mechanical hounds have incredibly lifelike bionic skin and a terrifying roar.
If it weren't for the occasional sight of those mechanical hunting dogs transforming, ordinary people would hardly imagine that these large dogs hidden by the roadside could actually be mechanical creations.
"They are mechanical sentinels from the Galvin Corporation!"
I recognized the origin of those mechanical hunting dogs at a glance.
Peter, whose hands were trembling with nervousness, forced down his fear and said...
For Peter, an experimenter from a large research institute, the mechanical sentinels of the Galvin Group were not unfamiliar concepts.
Just like those weapon blueprints that contain high-tech content.
As early as six months ago, the Galvin Group had proposed a plan to governments around the world to mass-produce mechanical sentinels.