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The Mechanical Metal Wall was forcefully opened, revealing a chilling aura emanating from the corridor ahead. A Phantom darted back and forth within the hallway, its speed increasing sharply after the defensive weapons ceased their attack. It seemed that it would take less than a minute to reach them.
With the authority transferred, Noah's permissions were redirected to Austin. Upon receiving his command, a surge of cables from deep within the earth quickly flooded in, transmitting an overwhelming amount of data through another client. The progress of the data barcode was slowly advancing, and based on Noah's lightning-fast processing speed, it was estimated that by the time that Phantom breached the central system, the transfer would be nearly complete.
"Prepare for battle! Once it enters, Noah will immediately shut down all signal transmitters. When it steps into the Ice Vault, we can sever this place's connection to the outside world, leaving only surveillance functions to ensure monitoring. Unless we subdue this monster, that door should never be opened again. If this creature is hostile, I need you to activate self-destruct mode at a critical moment. Perhaps what they want is the existence of a supercomputer like you," Austin instructed.
"Don't worry. I anticipated such emergencies when I was created. Although there have been fewer than ten incidents so far, very few have managed to escape my control unless they possess explosives strong enough to blast a hole and flee. However, such an amount of explosives would likely leave them crippled. My defenses can withstand over a hundred kilograms of high-grade explosives without budging," Noah replied.
Noah's voice was now intermittent and lacked its previous childlike cheerfulness; he seemed to sense a significant crisis approaching. He rapidly transmitted confidential documents elsewhere while his anthropomorphic Thinking program faced certain limitations. The artificial intelligence had been partially weakened at some point; he even relinquished other defense permissions, including keys for Military Satellites and Kinetic Energy Weapons, as well as coordinates for nuclear strikes.
At this point, permissions for over a dozen weapons capable of annihilating an army or even human civilization itself had been transferred away. Noah's recovery process would have to wait until this situation calmed down; his overloaded computational capacity continued to accumulate data at a miraculous speed that could only be described as extraordinary for any supercomputer.
"You've been injured; don't attempt to use your secondary powers. Your body cannot withstand that piercing force. Once your genetic structure collapses, recovery will be extremely difficult. Having experienced this myself, I won't let you take that risk," Austin said softly.
At the same time, he glanced through the scope: "That thing isn't a monster; it's a person—an armored human weapon with a strange attachment on its surface that allows it to break through at such speed. No human, including Gene-Enhanced Humans, has ever reached this level of strength. Few can easily match that intensity beyond the three stages: Wildness Level One, Fury Level Two, and Fission Level Three... At early Fission Level Three, one could easily take down three or four late-stage Level Two fighters, but no one possesses his speed... How is he doing this?" Austin's words carried a tone of wonder as he pondered the secrets hidden by these mysterious individuals.
Just as he was thinking this, he quickly ordered, "You go watch over Noah; stay away from me—it's too dangerous for you to handle that level of combat."
As soon as Austin finished speaking, before Wei Guo could react or respond, a sudden gunshot echoed in his ears. The Sniper Rifle in Austin's hands responded with a crackle as smoke curled up from its muzzle, indicating that a bullet had already been fired.
The Phantom suddenly froze in place while the Gauss Sniper Rifle's bullet unleashed tremendous power; its speed exceeded visual range—this was due to Austin’s Ultimate performance enhanced by Gene Chain effects.
Sensing danger head-on, the Phantom hurriedly halted and dodged with a leap. The metallic wall behind it was deeply dented by half an inch from the impact of the sniper bullet. The Gauss Sniper Bullet had an incredibly high velocity and penetrative power; even parts of the metal wall cracked with terrifying fissures under its assault.
Phantom took a deep breath, cursing under his breath. He looked at the raised gun and the imposing figure behind it, clearly not wanting to let him off easily. This person was evidently very confident in their skills, but to Phantom, such skills were not particularly daunting. He pushed forward once more, a wisp of blue smoke erupting from the muzzle of the gun. Time seemed to flow slowly around him, while the bullets moved as if in slow motion. Calmly, he evaded them with ease. Having experienced this once before, he was forced to channel all his energy into responding to the sudden attack during the second round.
The Gauss Sniper Rifle was already a weapon of immense power, a pinnacle of Super Technology. It was currently the strongest weapon in the field of technology. Although its destructive capability paled in comparison to that of a Nuclear Weapon—whose explosive force still exuded a brutal and devastating aura—the Super Technology weapon did not focus on sheer power; rather, it was wielded by elite soldiers among the finest.
The speed of the bullets approached that of sound itself; when the sound erupted, it could almost instantly deliver a fatal blow to an opponent.
Austin suddenly realized something was amiss. Within his limited knowledge, he recalled that there existed an unfinished weapon requiring many experimental subjects for its completion. He had been fortunate enough to participate in one such experiment, and the horrifying results had nearly disfigured him. He could not withstand the overload of humanity's Ultimate mode. That experiment, known as Transformation, had claimed many gifted controllers during its trials.
He had thought he was doomed that time, but miraculously, after breaking through to the late stage of third-level fission, he managed to snatch back his life. Afterward, he continuously consumed various drugs to recover from his bodily injuries at the genetic level, which required a long period for healing. During that time, he remained in a coma and only learned upon waking that he had been unconscious for an entire year.
To his astonishment, he now faced that great and bloodthirsty research product again. A figure controlling it skillfully charged in. Austin rarely lost his composure, but this time he shouted in terror, "Biological Armor!" At that moment, he stood up from the ground and raised his Gauss Sniper Rifle, firing wildly without mercy.
"Commander..." Wei Xia turned back and saw Commander in a state of disarray for the first time in his life. His worldview collapsed instantly, filled with shock and fear. But what could he do? All he could do was shout loudly and rush toward him.
Austin did not look back; he tossed aside his Gauss Sniper Rifle onto the ground as if contemplating surrendering. However, his attitude shifted dramatically as he barked angrily, "Stand still! I told you not to move! Do you not understand? Do you know what happens when you disobey orders?"
No one could predict what Austin would do next. They only saw a fierce smile spread across his determined face as his lean form slightly bent forward. The vertebrae at his back protruded slightly as tendrils resembling worms twisted beneath his skin. A chilling aura of domineering power radiated from Austin; it was absolute strength—precisely what one would expect from someone at the late stage of fission.
Wei Xia understood that under this surge of power, a voice would suddenly urge him to keep attacking—a voice filled with greed, brutality, and an insatiable desire for slaughter. This alone was not enough; if one sustained injuries along the way—unless their body could no longer withstand it due to genetic factors—the result would only serve to provoke someone entering a rage mode even further, much like how an addict is deeply affected by their substance.
Without blinking an eye, this kind of battle was rarely witnessed up close. He had heard tales of who among the Crimson Dragon Army was most formidable; as their leading figurehead, Commander General Romeo likely possessed similar strength.
Wei Xia had also been fortunate enough to attempt breaking through to Ultimate and reach the early stages of rage mode. The soreness in his muscles was intense; he lacked the absolute energy needed to restrain himself or harness that power effectively—it would instead be interrupted by attacks along the way.
"Don't come any closer; I give you this one command."
The heavy voice echoed once more. Austin had transformed beyond recognition, towering at nearly two and a half meters tall. His muscles bulged, and the sudden reverse growth of his bones was astonishing. Yet, amidst this transformation, he managed to retain a core of kindness, though it might have been the result of sheer willpower. However, once the fighting spirit was ignited in battle, it was unlikely that any solid wall could withstand his onslaught.
In awe, Wei Xia found himself at a loss for words. After a long pause, he slowly expressed his thoughts symbolically, "Ah... yes!"
But even those two words would likely not reach Austin's ears. With a faint sigh, the metallic walls reverberated with the sound of fixed chains once again. The wall slowly descended, revealing the Phantom, who stood with one hand on his hip. Clearly, this crisis did not pose a true threat to him.
Looking around, a man with an elongated face and phoenix-like eyes remarked, "The Crimson Dragon Army is indeed filled with talent—elite among elites. People say you are formidable, but seeing you today reveals that such claims are mere flattery. It seems some have overestimated you; to me, you are nothing but ants—ants that should be crushed and devoured once their master grows tired of playing with them." His body was covered by a thin layer of what appeared to be an External Metal Skeleton.
However, for Austin, this black armor was more than just ordinary protection; it was not merely defensive armor. It bore the weight of his past suffering—a concentrated embodiment of pain, sorrow, fear, and even anger that stirred within him, causing his body to tremble slightly.
A fierce roar erupted from his distorted and exaggerated brow bone. The towering figure before him resembled a humanoid weapon standing two meters tall. Muscles piled upon each other like boulders, thick as a man's thigh. His eyes were hollow and gradually turned a silvery gray, as if coated in frost, gathering the essence of death itself.
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