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墨書 Inktalez
"No evidence shows it isn't a night owl," Bainam suddenly spoke up.
"Well, that's true. Everyone, there has never been a scientific explanation for Vassal being the type of creature that is a night owl. It's possible it can operate during the day as well," Russell added.
"Our current situation is dangerous. We need to gather our forces quickly and figure out how to get through tonight."
The meeting came to a close, and everyone began to busy themselves.
The undamaged Nuclear Landmines were reburied, but this time they were placed in more concealed hiding spots.
There is no absolutely hidden place in the world; there is always a chance of being discovered.
Vigilance cannot be maintained at a high level at all times. Even a creature as formidable as Vassal cannot remain on high alert indefinitely.
They could not fully understand each other.
A solitary shadow moved through the cave, hiding within its depths.
Its body was gradually covered with green scales that could cloak its form, extending from its navel up to its chin, wrapping around its exposed skin like a magnificent green cloak.
The location was a relatively remote cave.
It was dark and damp, far more so than anyone could imagine.
Here, the stench of rotting flesh filled the air, and countless skeletal remains—especially human limbs—were scattered across the ground.
Vassal feasted on the decaying flesh beneath it, saliva dripping from its mouth, while a large burn scar marred its chest.
The wound from the explosion was healing, and as it did, the scar was gradually changing. Initially, the injury had penetrated to the bone, so severe that even the internal organs could be discerned.
However, beings like it were exceptional in whatever they did. Particularly notable was how it devoured a piece of meat, its cheeks bulging as it swallowed whole.
Like a snake, it gulped down its meal without hesitation or chewing, and the wound on its chest was slowly mending in this manner.
"This isn't enough," Vassal said, its eyes faintly glowing.
The wound was gradually closing, making it hard to believe that just a short period of rest could lead to such recovery.
Yet, things were not going as smoothly as anticipated.
It gently cradled its slightly swollen belly, before it lay three enormous eggs encased in white cocoons.
Touching the White Cocoon, the faint light emanating from within revealed that the creatures inside were already formed; they appeared to be three very peculiar larvae.
"My children, I must see you survive."
The three White Cocoons swayed slightly, seemingly responding to these words.
However, Vassal was not speaking to them; it was caressing its swollen belly.
It was addressing the new life being born within, as the three White Cocoons were eggs transformed by its infection.
They bore a structure somewhat reminiscent of insects, sharing certain similarities with insect anatomy.
If anyone were to witness such a sight, they would surely exclaim that it was one of the world's greatest oddities.
However, only creatures that have died can enter this cave.
The Vassal ground the flesh from their bodies into meat paste, swallowing it mouthful by mouthful, and astonishingly, this appetite only grew with age.
Now, it could consume over twenty kilograms of meat in a single meal, which is equivalent to a quarter of an adult's weight. Despite having only been a short time, its growth rate was also remarkable.
There were indeed few who could approach and harm it.
The stored food had been depleted; it not only consumed human flesh but also feasted on the bodies of the Zerg.
Although these creatures were covered in armor, there were still areas on their bodies where meat remained, albeit less than that of humans, yet still delicious.
Moreover, their struggle was more tenacious than that of beings called humans, and with its pregnant body, its movements had gradually become more sluggish.
It was precisely for this reason that it suffered the effects of a Nuclear Landmine during an ambush.
In the past, it would have handled such situations with a calm demeanor and not found itself in such a predicament.
Yet that twisted landmine merely injured it; the explosion's residual force shattered armored vehicles made of steel.
However, it did not shake the hard scales at all; the damage left no trace except for a deeper impact on a softer Target.
Now, even that weak spot had been covered by hard scales, and at this moment, the Vassal had become a perfect being.
Thus, the three eggs it laid became future helpers.
Vassal can reproduce both through laying eggs and giving live birth.
Perhaps this is a result of a mutation that combines two different genetic traits. In addition to this, it possesses a special ability.
No one knows about this ability, for those who do meet a grim fate.
The sound of chewing echoed from the dark cave, carrying far and wide.
Even the bats that flew in would, in the next moment, become prey in its jaws.
People were still unaware of the terrifying events that were about to unfold.
They busily moved logs around, reinforcing the Farm once again, while outside they began setting more traps.
The Grave Pit was filled with countless sharpened wooden stakes, skills learned from the Primitive. These were survival techniques that inspired the best imagination in the wild.
As long as there was a method to restrain that monster, any defensive measure within human capability could be employed.
Anything crafted by human hands could be temporarily replicated.
When combined, human ingenuity could even shift the Earth itself.
All they needed was to find a point of leverage to support their efforts.
There was nothing they couldn’t conceive; if it could be done, it would be achieved.
The grand defensive measures quickly came into operation.
A row of people, hands linked together, surrounded a tree stump that could only be embraced by several individuals. It was cut down and transformed into a suspended Wooden Hammer.
Upon entering this territory, a mechanism would trigger, causing countless Wooden Hammers to fall from all directions, leaving no gaps for escape.
Deeper within, Nuclear Landmines would serve as conduits, triggering pulls that would cause the Wooden Hammers to descend while simultaneously detonating the Nuclear Landmines.
The enemies would find it impossible to escape.
The setup was not yet complete. The new leader of the research and development team, Anis, acted as a tactical analyst.
Using a calculator to simulate various possibilities, he had to consider the lives of everyone involved.
"We need to set the parameters here to be tight on the outside but loose on the inside. The closer we get to the Farm area, the more stringent it must be," Anis's voice reminded everyone at times. "After calculating, the loopholes are still too large. We need to hurry; damn it, time is running out. Everyone, put in more effort."
As his voice continued, members of the Suicide Squad camp—muscular men with bare chests—could easily lift wooden pieces equivalent to a person's weight.
Busy running around, Freyr found himself unable to continue sleeping due to the noisy commotion.
Having only slept for six hours felt like an entire lifetime; his body ached all over.
Perhaps it was the harsh environment that prevented him from getting a fulfilling rest.
He awakened from his shallow dreams.
"Come help out."
A Black Man peered through the window and quickly dragged him outside.
"Wow..."
When he stepped outside again, he was surprised to see that in just over six hours, the environment had changed dramatically. He was momentarily speechless.
"Alright, stop daydreaming and get moving. If you can't handle the engineering work, just move the logs aside," the Black Man said in a strange tone. "Take off your clothes; if they're valuable, you better run, you Lazy Bugs."
But the truth is, every soldier tends to have a mouth full of curses and nonsense.
If you can't adapt, even standing still might get you ostracized.
Freyr understood the rules of the barracks: orders come first.
Even if the person standing in front of you is your father, if your rank is higher than his, he must follow your commands.
Anis precisely directed the group of muscular men; he was now the head of the command here. With a wave of his hand, the brothers filled with enthusiasm would follow him without question.
Finally back at their combat posts, the sheer volume of work left everyone feeling overwhelmed.
The soldiers who had been on guard duty until dawn were also pulled up to work.
Although they were all somewhat dazed, once their bodies warmed up, their movements gradually became more fluid.
However, this did not mean that Anis's commands were entirely misguided.
Those who thought otherwise could be dismissed; after a brief consideration, Anis's proposed plan proved to be feasible.
The Computer tested and simulated data, providing various action patterns while striving to achieve the lowest possible outcomes in the simulation results.
As long as there was still light, they continued to make repairs.
Surviving the brightness, although not guaranteed safety, at least allowed them to fight in the light. Even if they were to die in battle, they would do so without fear.
Everyone shared this mindset.
If they couldn't eliminate the enemy, they would settle for mutual destruction.
The plan was still in motion.
Soon, the sun began to set, and the distant light gradually faded into darkness.
At that moment, fear started to invade everyone's hearts, as if a shadow was about to descend upon them.
Around the farm, more than a dozen massive searchlights were set up, illuminating the surroundings with blinding brightness.
Countless fuses led to a large round table where Anis sat at the edge, casually smoking a cigar that seemed to have come from nowhere. He confidently tapped on the detonator on the table.
One end of the detonator was connected to numerous fuses, linking it to countless explosives.
It was unclear where all these detonators had come from, but they had somehow been included with the weapons crates, revealing an astonishing array of advanced bombs.
In fact, they should have been used much earlier if the enemy truly managed to break through all defenses.
Even in this final stage, their setup would still peel away a layer of strength from the enemy.
No matter how powerful a creature might be, it could never be perfect; even a strong body had its vulnerabilities.
Nuclear Landmine The approach of compensating for insufficient power with sheer numbers.
The challenges were already difficult enough, and the simulated data showed that the chances of success were minimal.
For ordinary people, the entry point starts from simple to complex, but Anis designed the levels to be complicated right from the beginning, jumping straight to a Nightmare Level coefficient. It was nearly impossible for an average person to escape; they would perish within.
Even powerful human warriors like the Suicide Squad, who fear nothing and are enhanced by Gene Lock, would struggle.
Among an entire team, only a few might survive, and they would likely emerge severely injured, teetering on the brink of death.
Higher-tier Ability users entering such challenging levels would find it absolutely impossible to come out unscathed; the likelihood of injury was exceedingly high.
No one wished for Vassal to reach the other side, especially with Anis poised to detonate the final Detonator.
If even this could not harm Vassal, how could the remaining individuals possibly Confronting it?
It seemed that such actions would not only fail to kill it but might also provoke its wrath.
At that point, they would likely face a creature even more terrifying and bizarre than a Nightmare Level.
"Finally completed."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at last. They had utilized all their equipment, manpower, resources, and the Detonator.
The surrounding jungle was filled with countless traps set in every direction.
Bamboo Sword, Wooden Hammer, Curved Blade Trap, Chain Lightning.
The simplest Hunting Method turned out to be the most effective.
Time did not allow them to create a more complex Hunting Machine within a few hours.
This intricate Hunting Machine, even if one component was disturbed, would cause all the interconnected parts to become entangled, leaving no way to retreat. The path that once seemed spacious would turn into a dead end.
Either it could fly or burrow underground; otherwise, no creature could easily escape from within.
However, although the data simulated by the computer lacked consciousness, there remained possibilities that could not be simulated. After all, Intelligent Beings sometimes could bring forth miracles.
Since the birth of life, the factors necessary for Stem Cells to thrive depended on environmental conditions conducive to creating life.
Among these tiny Bacteria, only a few cells could undergo derivation to create the primitive Gorilla.
Thus, the emergence of humanity was not something that could be simulated by computer data; the probability was indeed one in millions.
For even a minor error in any of the processes would mean that such a being would not exist at all.
Compared to the myriad possibilities that allowed humans to be created and evolve to this extent, the simulation probability of Vassals being able to emerge was still significantly higher.
"We did our best," Russell said, gazing at the nearby terrain with a sense of calm.
"Right now, worrying about these things is pointless. While it's still quiet, let's have something to eat," Black Commander replied with a smile.
"The Vassals could arrive at any moment, so let's skip the alcohol and stick to some rations," Russell suggested.
"Indeed." The Black Commander turned around and ordered, "Pass it down. Everyone must comply. Anyone who dares to disobey will be thrown in as bait."
"Understood, everyone heard that, right?"
A subtle tension quickly spread; the Farm was the only exposed point.
Above the Farm, at the chimney position, two snipers lay in wait. One held a Gauss Sniper Rifle, while the other wielded a Sniper Rifle. The launcher in front was equipped with a potent hypnotic agent designed to induce sleep in Reptiles, with a dosage several times stronger than usual.
As soon as the target appeared, the Gauss Sniper Rifle would cover the ignition and fire, while the Hypnotic Agent would be aimed and fired again.
As a precaution, they had also prepared a backup agent for rapid muscle hardening to destroy genes.
In short, every possible tactic would be employed all at once.
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