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墨書 Inktalez
The air was thick with smoke as a group of hunters approached.
They rummaged through the debris on the ground and discovered a layer of what appeared to be exoskeletal scales attached to the surface of the Embryonic Insects. The scales were shattered, and a foul-smelling blood seeped out from within.
This did not resemble the thick exoskeletons one would expect; instead, it was a thin layer of scales that seemed to have grown from the surface, reminiscent of scales that might grow on a human body. The sight evoked unsettling thoughts.
They quickly searched through the factory, but they had encountered almost no more Embryonic Insects like this. However, to be safe, they decided they had to blow up the entire factory.
Otherwise, a new breed of Zerg could emerge. The deformed Embryonic Insects were already immune to basic firearms, and as healthy embryos gradually matured, it was uncertain what kind of devastation such a breed could inflict upon humanity.
The potential threat was far more terrifying than an invasion launched by the entire Zerg.
After all, even the Zerg was part of the biological chain.
Human weapons could still kill them, but if a breed emerged that could withstand firearms, even nuclear weapons might not be effective against it.
What kind of weapon would be needed then to effectively eliminate such a threat?
This search promised significant rewards; the data they collected could earn each person thousands of Score points. Normally, such material Reward Points would yield even more.
At that moment, no one dared to slack off. They hurriedly planted explosives and gathered cans of diesel fuel that had been hidden for decades around them, ready to exchange minimal losses for maximum strategic advantage in the war.
As they burst out of the factory, Freyr glanced back at the entrance for just a moment.
A massive fire erupted like a mushroom cloud, soaring several meters high. The scorching flames twisted like countless tongues of fire, releasing an odor reminiscent of something corroded by heavy metals.
Feeling the intense heat wash over him, a middle-aged man in the group paused briefly before slowly speaking up: “Where is our next destination? I hope we can find a suitable place to rest; we can't stay here any longer.”
A Gentleman Hunter stepped forward, quickly spreading the map on the table and pointing out the marked locations for the Middle-Aged Hunter to see. The Middle-Aged Hunter nodded repeatedly at the indications on the map.
“There’s no time to rest; let’s move out!”
The middle-aged man exuded a commanding presence, especially among this group of highly qualified and respected hunters, where his Leadership Ability gradually became apparent.
“Remember, in times like these, whatever you do as a leader, you must always ensure the safety of your companions. Even if it means making the ultimate sacrifice, you must minimize losses to the overall team so that it doesn’t lead to complete failure.”
“Damn it, do you want to know how to become a qualified leader?”
“Well? Let me tell you, if there’s no shortcut available, rely on your own hands to explore a method that suits you. That’s the right way for you; what others say may not be correct. Trust me—if you believe it’s right, go for it! What if it actually works out?”
“Follow your heart; if someone gets in your way, push them aside and keep moving forward.”
“What are you dawdling for? Let’s go!” Turning back, he noticed that Freyr hadn’t moved with the crowd at all. He hadn’t gotten lost; he was still standing there, unresponsive while everyone else had moved on.
“Damn.” His mood soured as he angrily shouted at him again.
“Uh, Captain, I’m sorry?” Freyr finally reacted, but it was too late; he received a hard punch to the head.
“There should be limits even when we’re on a mission. You arrogant fool, do you expect everyone to stay here waiting for you?”
“Yes, Captain.” Freyr lowered his head in acknowledgment of the captain's words and hurriedly followed along.
“Hey, what is it that drives you to become a hunter? I see a hint of confusion in your eyes. Young man, what are you troubled about?” The captain slowly turned his gaze toward the listless figure ahead and thought indifferently.
Freyr, of course, had no idea what the captain was thinking; he continued to hang his head and follow behind the team.
Ever since he had seen the Embryonic Insect, he had appeared listless, as if his soul had been lost.
The words of others were nothing more than a breeze passing by his ears, heard but quickly forgotten.
Under the captain's leadership, the team pressed on toward the next search point.
However, unbeknownst to them, just a few kilometers behind, in a factory nearly reduced to ashes by flames, a crack opened in the ground. Soft insect eggs were exposed to the air, slowly emanating a purple Aura.
At that moment, the egg trembled slightly.
A burst of light refracted from the egg as the purple Aura rapidly spread. The egg violently exploded, revealing a humanoid figure with a tail standing before them.
As it opened its eyes, everything around it came into focus.
In an instant, all the dust in its vicinity was swept away by its gaze.
Amidst the cleared ruins lay ten charred corpses, utterly unrecognizable after being consumed by fire.
It moved closer, crouching down.
With a firm squeeze on the soft abdomen of one corpse, it shattered what remained of its siblings. They were incomplete creations but shared a bond of blood; some existed to sacrifice their lives for another's greatness.
Yet it sought to extract the most valuable Gene Chain from its brother’s remains to enhance itself. There was nothing wrong with that; on the contrary, for a king like it, close kin would willingly offer their bodies as nourishment for their ruler.
It seemed that these living relatives would consider it a tremendous honor.
In a flash, it grabbed a piece of flesh and bit down hard.
In an instant, countless pores blossomed from its chest to its toes, and a chilling murderous intent flickered in its purple eyes.
It spoke some human words with a sour tone, its face displaying an expression of embarrassment that grew more pronounced. "Siblings, woe..."
Was it a painful wail?
In that moment, deep within its fragile mind, there was a sensitive awareness.
There was thought, there was logic, and there was pain—hatred.
The dangerous pores on its body forcefully opened one by one, unleashing a fierce purple light that surged violently, yet not a single kindred spirit responded to it.
Then, a faint purple airflow appeared on the scales that emerged from its body. It crouched in a twisted manner, and a chilling aura erupted from the raging pores, reigniting the remnants of flame near the factory in an instant.
It pressed its fist tightly against its chest as a flash of purple lightning descended. The next moment, a deafening roar erupted, leaving behind unrecognizable wreckage while it vanished without a trace.
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