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The attack showed no signs of stopping, and neither would the injuries.
The head of the Radiation Victim twisted unnaturally, moving in a grotesque manner.
This was no longer a movement that a human could make; at least, a human skull could not contort in such an exaggerated way.
However, the other two heads had not regenerated, nor had the lost arm grown back.
It seemed that some Targets required considerable effort to heal and regenerate. The Radiation Victim appeared extremely fatigued, their face had turned pale, and the tightly knit muscles were visibly slowing down.
Yet, under such conditions of damage, both sides were taking desperate risks.
It was merely a matter of which side would suddenly falter; the other could easily deal with them.
Freyr's situation was clearly not improving either. It was just that no one else could keep up with his speed. Even with keen eyesight, it was merely grasping at shadows; in such circumstances, no one could anticipate how quickly speed could amplify.
But Freyr's reflexes still couldn't manage to brake in time, leading him to collide with things he shouldn't have. Right now, his abdomen had already been pierced by sharp rocks, blood temporarily covered by his palm, yet the scent of blood hung thickly in the air, easily traceable.
The Radiation Victim relied on sharp insight, missing no minute detail.
Moreover, it was just the most difficult thing to hide—bloodstains. The smell of blood was as familiar to the Radiation Victims as daily meals.
The infected soldiers of Vassal had an intense craving for the scent of blood and possessed acute senses; even a single drop of blood mingling with sand could reveal where the injured had gone.
In addition to the scent of blood, there were also unique odors mixed within it that allowed the Radiation Victims to react simultaneously.
It was precisely this point that made the head of the Radiation Victim twist so dramatically, but it wasn't done intentionally.
This time, however, the opponent confronting him was far too fast. He had already lost two heads; he could not afford to lose the last one.
Although his eyesight was exceptionally sharp, he could not catch the figure moving swiftly.
All he could perceive in his field of vision was a fleeting shadow, like a meteor quickly streaking across the sky.
The intention behind this was no longer just to observe with his eyes, but to use his sharper sense of smell to detect the source of the scent.
“Ha~~”
His sense of direction was still somewhat hesitant, but it had become more accurate than before.
Though the speed was fast, the bloody scent in the air grew increasingly intense.
The shadow darted around him, causing the air to shift.
These were merely feints; he was only concerned with the direction of the bloody scent in the moving air.
Understanding all this, his follow-up attack would become incredibly lethal.
Such overwhelming speed could not possibly leave his body unaffected; it could not simply come to a halt but would crash forward, clearly indicating that his body lacked such strength.
“Hehe, I’ve already found you. Show yourself; there’s no need for this game,” Radiation Victims chuckled, appearing quite ghostly.
“Tch, discovered already?” Freyr muttered under his breath.
However, to have someone call him back and then immediately reveal himself would be too embarrassing.
He showed no intention of slowing down; the black iron weapon in his hand gleamed as a fierce light surged in his eyes.
"There's nothing we can do about it now."
With no other options available, there was only one thing to do: go for it!
The afterimage swiftly approached, the Black Military Dagger thrusting forward.
At that moment, as the Military Dagger lunged, an obstacle appeared before him.
The Military Dagger pierced through without any sense of obstruction.
Black blood splattered as the afterimage's speed suddenly decreased, revealing its true form.
It turned out to be a Radiation Victim, two arms shielding its front, while the rest protected vital points like the heart and other targets.
The Military Dagger embedded itself in one arm, severing its blood vessels, which quickly erupted with blood.
But it was not fatal; the wound would soon scab over. However, that arm was severely damaged and could no longer function normally.
"Finally got to see you! Don't even think about escaping!" the Radiation Victim sneered.
Freyr hurriedly tried to evade, skillfully twisting his wrist. He forcefully twisted the embedded Military Dagger, swiftly severing an arm.
But it was not as fast as the Radiation Victim's response. That arm had already been rendered useless and dried up; even when it was cut off, no blood flowed out. It fell to the ground as a pile of decayed, solidified muscle fibers.
It resembled a prosthetic limb made of Cloning muscle, but the arm before him was a genuine limb regenerated through cell division.
While it looked similar to scientifically synthesized fiber muscles, known as Extra Limbs, there was still a fundamental difference.
Although the Extra Limb was conveniently assembled onto the disabled, it was still particularly troublesome during the rehabilitation process.
First, one had to wait for blood to flow through the Extra Limb's vessels, establishing the principle of meridians that surged through the excruciating pain of the San Jiao Xuan Guan.
It also took an extremely long time; rehabilitation was easy to start but difficult to execute, with a higher risk of having to start all over again.
As long as a hand grew from a person's body, it would be completely healthy, and surging through the San Jiao Xuan Guan would be a natural occurrence.
However, the Extra Limb had to perfect this step first; only then could it fully integrate into the body.
Unless there were further losses in the future, it would remain integrated for a lifetime, forever confined within the body.
Until bodily functions completely deteriorated and death occurred, it would not be removed for reuse but would be burned together with the user into ashes.
At that moment, even retreating would be too late.
In that fleeting instant, all efforts would go to waste.
"I've got you," said the Radiation Victim with a smile.
The remaining arm quickly lunged forward, transforming into a fist that struck towards the true form ahead.
At that same moment, the arm holding the Military Dagger was firmly grasped by another arm; there was no time left to flip the knife and stab. Two punches landed squarely on his chest.
He was instantly knocked back and forth, the air knocked out of his lungs.
In that moment, he felt as if his spirit was leaking; everything spun around him.
If this state continued for a little longer, he might truly be overwhelmed.
He knew he couldn't let it go on like this; Freyr's amplification surged once more.
The control over that arm was quite strong, but ultimately, there was a limit to its strength. It couldn't match the speed of six times amplification. The impact from the Military Dagger, combined with his movement, made each strike particularly terrifying.
The Radiation Victims were caught off guard, only daring to sway their upper bodies to evade.
Although his lower body was connected to the shell of the White Giant Bug, which had become like a pile of dead flesh, it was still draining his energy. Because of this, even the two heads and arms that had been blown off could not regenerate.
The speed of recovery was slower than expected, but as long as he could heal completely...
No matter how many attacks came his way, he would not fear them at all.
However, that was not the case right now.
The speed was simply beyond what he could withstand in his current state, even though his opponent had already suffered severe injuries.
The speed remained unrelenting.
What was wrong? What had he overlooked?
This thought lingered in his mind. Just hesitating for a second sealed his fate.
The black Military Dagger flashed back with overwhelming force, like a black dragon descending to eliminate all obstacles.
At that moment, a sharp pain struck his back, and blood erupted uncontrollably from his mouth.
Lung Fluid seemed to have leaked.
Although the Radiation Victims had already been infected by the so-called perfect life form known as Vassal, becoming beings that transcended humanity—Ultimate life forms—their current bodily structure was still close to that of humans. Their lungs had suffered severe damage, and not a drop of blood could be swallowed without it surging back up again.
It was endless; the self-healing effect was no longer sufficient.
Even if the lifeless White Giant Bug managed to recover, it would be too late. If its main body died, the White Giant Bug's avatars would also collapse, as they were merely extensions of its body.
“Ugh~”
The head turned, and that fleeting shadow vanished once more.
Black arcs of light moved swiftly like bolts of lightning, causing the air to tremble.
“Swish, swish~”
The skin of the Radiation Victims began to suffer severe damage, cracking inch by inch. These were wounds inflicted by the Military Dagger, looking quite terrifying.
“Ahhhh~~~” The Radiation Victims could no longer endure it and let out a furious roar.
Their bodies tensed, muscles hardening like cold iron.
A sharp sound echoed as metal clashed. Freyr's arm went numb, but fortunately, he did not drop the Military Dagger in his hand; his muscles had suddenly stiffened slightly.
However, a dent remained on his muscle.
"What is happening all of a sudden?"
Before Freyr could finish his words, another roar echoed through the air, the overwhelming presence making his ears ring.
However, he was not so easily rattled by the noise. If one strike wasn't enough to inflict damage, then he would just have to deliver a few more.
The sharp Military Dagger sliced through the air smoothly as Freyr gripped it firmly, feeling much more comfortable with it in hand.
The Military Dagger carved an unusual arc, tearing through flesh and leaving a trail of blood.
This injury was not fatal, yet Freyr continued to exert even greater force.
The Radiation Victim hunched over, and with each successive attack, the tremors intensified. It must have reached its Ultimate state by now.
"It's not over yet!"
Freyr let out a fierce roar, gripping the Military Dagger tightly as he infused it with Immense Strength and drove it deep into the chest of the Radiation Victim.
The iron-hard pectoral muscles finally began to yield as the sharp Military Dagger penetrated layer after layer.
With a powerful twist, there was a sickening snap as the Military Dagger broke off deep inside.
Only a deep indentation remained.
Blood continued to pour out, creating a gruesome sight.
"This... this is impossible." The Radiation Victim collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
It seemed that those on the brink of death often gained a profound understanding of life, as memories from the past and lost recollections blossomed and awakened like fleeting images.
But it was already too late.
In the moment before the final flicker of life, the Radiation Victims smiled with a haunting intensity, like a roaring beast letting out a mournful howl.
Freyr only revealed himself after the battle had concluded, and at that moment, the blood ceased to flow.
He stuffed cotton into the wound on the Target, but the pain still left him feeling somewhat powerless; after all, he had reached his Ultimate state.
Standing beside the Radiation Victims, he gazed into their lonely eyes, waiting patiently until Life Force was completely extinguished.
In the end, it could not withstand the hand of fate, brutally slain in a desperate struggle.
This must have been what he desired most; perhaps death was preferable to living.
To be killed by Vassal was less preferable than being slain by one’s own comrades.
Maybe this way, he could uncover the weaknesses of these creatures. Was that what he thought?
No one knew how he felt; now he was dead.
"Quite unexpected, isn't it, human?" Vassal's voice echoed unevenly in the air.
The ghostly figure floated back down to the ground, standing directly opposite Freyr—one tall and one short, creating a stark contrast.
Their gazes locked in a fierce standoff, igniting sparks of intense heat.
"Do you really want to decide to die? If I wipe you all out, I would feel a bit reluctant. If your leader comes out to negotiate with me, I can choose to coexist with you humans. This is my idea: in the future, our people and yours can live in harmony, compare with each other, and progress together. How wonderful would that be? Humans, what do you think?" The Queen Mother completely ignored the boy in front of her and turned her attention to Russell.
Russell clenched his fists, all eyes were on him. Whether they lived or died was just a matter of his words.
"What should I do? At this moment, no one can help me. What should I do?" Russell thought to himself.
Now, no one could respond to him.
He wished he didn’t have to confront this Vassal monster head-on; it was too terrifying. Just one of its fangs made victory seem far-fetched.
Before this, a certain number of people had already sacrificed themselves, and he no longer believed there was a chance to defeat the Vassal.
To remain so calm and composed before the approaching army meant that there must be some hidden trump card in hand.
But this trump card was not in human hands, and everyone was confused about why such a powerful monster had appeared.
And why it had become their enemy; wouldn’t cooperation or coexistence be a better way out?!
Russell took a deep breath, staring into the Vassal's eyes. At this point, remaining silent left him no retreat. He quickly spoke up, "Vassal, do you think there is still a possibility for peace between humans and your kind? And I want to know what exactly you are. Am I asking the right question? Or is the term 'human' insufficient to encompass your greedy ambitions?"
"We are indeed human; that much is true. We have just been asleep until recently when those who came from Awakening awakened us. We are the evolved Zerg. Insectoid—I am the last surviving group from the era of Dinosaurs. I am the Queen Mother of this group. And please do not refer to me as Vassal; I have my own name. Call me Eldrimaya I, or you may call me Your Majesty."
"That's simply outrageous! How could such absurdity exist?" Russell questioned angrily. "You say you are evolved Insectoids; what about those insects that haven't evolved?"
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