At the same time, snow began to fall around them, soon turning into a blizzard. Each flake that touched the members of Sunny Hills caused them to shiver uncontrollably. Muscles tightened, and teeth chattered from the bitter cold.
However, the snow evaporated before even touching Cormac, dissipating into thin mist. Though unaffected physically, Cormac’s fury only grew as he shouted coldly:
“Shoot him!”
At Cormac’s command, the dozen or so men around him all drew their guns, unloading a barrage of bullets toward Memphis. The storm of metal rained down on the ice barrier, chipping away at it, embedding deep into its surface. Some bullets s
Cormac let out a weary breath, drained from using up a significant portion of his potential points. But as he looked at the scene before him, a chilling dread welled up inside."An illusion? A decoy? An ambush?"He quickly realized something was terribly wrong, and the urge to flee surged within him. The enemy had taunted him, luring him into wasting many attacks. This had all been a ploy to distract and deplete his energy while setting up an ambush around him.He had already used up nearly a third of his stamina and mental power. Having lost the element of surprise, he was now in the worst possible position—vulnerable to an enemy lurking in the shadows.
At the last possible moment, Cormac’s eyes flared with fiery rage, and he roared:"Fire Body!"His defensive class skill, Fire Body.With a thought, his entire body burst into wild, blue-purple flames, radiating an unbearable heat. The mutant dog’s sharp claws swiped through Cormac’s flaming head but passed right through without resistance, leaving no trace.The Big Black Dog, disbelieving, snapped its jaws at Cormac’s fiery shoulder, but its bite only met flames, causing its mouth to sizzle and burn. A dense frost aura enveloped Memphis, a brilliant, icy white light swirling around him. His burst strength activated, doubling all of his stats. He pointed toward the sky, his voice icy and calm:"Let’s test Soul Suppression on a human for the first time. Take it easy, just eight points of intelligence."A thick, overwhelming surge of mental power gathered like a raging flood and then exploded outward. Starting from Memphis, the phantom wave crashed across the distance, slamming down on the Fire Human with brutal force, detonating like a summer firework."Urgh…" A silver, ethereal glow appeared around Memphis, cracking like fragile glass, ready to shatter completely in just a few more seconds.“Damn it.”Jarred felt the gravity of the situation. This was Memphis’s life-saving skill, the third-tier Illusionary Sphere. Once it activated, it meant the person was on the verge of death, with their life hanging by a thread. If the situation didn’t turn around soon, death was inevitable.“Boss, wake up! Wake up!”Jarred held both of Memphis’s arms tightly, shaking him violently in an atApocalypse System: How To Destroy My Resources? Chapter 398:
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The soul—an exact replica of himself—stood watch over his mind. Now, it was being tightly bound by a seal made of countless overlapping squares and circles. Every thought that arose had to "pass through" this seal, be molded by its endless shapes, thousands upon thousands of repetitions, until all thoughts turned into "Self-harm.""Haha, how interesting, truly fascinating. So, this is the essence of the skill... If I can somehow create a 'mold' and impose it on a target, I could make that person generate endless thoughts identical to the 'mold'..."Memphis kept thinking deeply, despite the pain and discomfort surrounding him, as he continued to mumble to himself with Soul Type:<
Outside, seven or eight people were gathered around Memphis, packed tightly together as they unleashed various energy-boosting skills and directed them toward their leader. Sasha Weber had also been summoned, and she cast a purple glow onto Memphis, restoring 50% of his stamina and 50% of his mental strength. As for which negative effects had been removed, she had no idea.In the distance, Nicky Weiss was tying up Graham Ewing with thick ropes. Despite Graham’s furious curses, Nicky shoved a rag into his mouth and knocked him out with a blow to the back of the head. With that done, Nicky glanced at the seven or eight others lying around groaning in pain, then looked at the massive black dog, its tongue lolling and tail wagging like a creature far too large for comfort. A cold shiver ran through him.Earlier, when Nicky had used Nowhere To Run for reconnaissance, it was the sight of this dog that had nearly made him scream and flee. If he hadn’t seen Jarred hiding nearby or trusted Mem
Memphis sighed in relief and immediately gave an order:"Help me transfer all the injuries from my right arm to my left."Hearing his command, Gemma quickly stepped forward. Her hand glowed with a white light as she touched the fracture on Memphis's right arm, moving it across his shoulder, over his chest, and down to his left arm. During this process, Memphis's face paled slightly as he felt the bones seemingly break again along the path of the transfer. Finally, his left arm was completely fractured.Two injuries became one. Such was the magic of the apocalypse.He couldn’t help but marvel at the phenomenon, stifling a few yawns to suppress his nausea, before slowly saying:"Thank you... Alright, everyone, back to your positions. Get ready to lead the troops to Sunny Hills."Gemma, feeling a bit disappointed by his casual, almost dismissive tone, as though she were just another subordinate, bit her lip gently, whispered an "okay” and turned to leave.The other team captains quickly
Around ten of them glared at Tobin with cold, hateful eyes, shouting curses:"Tobin, you traitor! You’ll die a miserable death for betraying the First Leader!""Release us now, and you might still have a chance to survive!""You **#!%&@*!!"These people had been stripped of their weapons by Tobin’s deception and given water mixed with zombie blood and high doses of laxatives. Now, their strength had been drained, leaving them weak from diarrhea and vomiting, unable to fight. After being poisoned and subjected to "medical treatment" in a makeshift tent, they were tied up, and anyone who resisted was immediately subdued by dozens of soldiers from Hope Town along with more than twenty rebels.With the difference in strength and firepower, the task had been relatively easy.Though the power struggle had resulted in the deaths of 27 people, Tobin was unbothered. Memphis had given him a target of under 30 casualties, and he had achieved that. Moreover, the dead were all die-hard loyalists t