The zombie had died, and its body was no longer as tough as a living one. If it had been a normal P2-level 25, Fergus would not have been able to destroy it so easily. But this was just a corpse, so he was able to effortlessly crush it.Memphis leaped from his position, 20 meters away, feeling both terrified and heartbroken. Terrified because the enemy was so fast, closing the 200-meter gap in less than 2 seconds with ease. His agility was easily double his own. Heartbroken because a strong servant had been destroyed just like that, and the opponent seemed hardly exhausted. This was a huge disadvantage."Piercing Strike!"Although he was at a disadvantage, he didn't let it distract him. At this moment, he raised his hand and pressed it forward, activating the enhancement skill of the "Ring of the Heart's Will."The opponent, surnamed Fergus Clark, was incredibly fast, meaning that the potential he allocated to his intelligence must be low. Using his strength to target the enemy's weak
The dozen or so black blade lights, as they slashed toward him, seemed to sink into a quagmire, their speed greatly reduced. When they hit the ice armor, they were covered in a layer of silver frost, and their lethal energy was completely sealed inside.Crack... Crack... Crack...The first strand of sword energy fell to the ground, followed by the second, the third, and all the sword energy slashes that came were frozen and sealed into a narrow strip of black shards, falling and scattering in pieces. After blocking this strike, Memphis pressed his hand down and coldly shouted:"Shadow!"He immediately used the Ice Image technique to move away, switching positions with one of the broken shards of ice from the shattered ice sphere that had exploded at the start of the battle.It was the farthest position, also the one that had been arranged and controlled most precisely to scatter the shards.Fergus, having just struck out a dozen strands of sword energy, immediately jumped and appeared
After sacrificing one decoy, Memphis continued to "spray" three more decoys from his "World Bound Ring.” using them to block the ominous, sharp attack. This restored 9 stamina, after which his true body swung his hand down to unleash a fourth-tier "Counterturn.” pushing the weakened sword energy far from him.As Fergus charged forward, he immediately felt his own terrifying sword energy turn back toward him. Realizing that the man named Jackman also possessed "Counterturn.” he didn’t hesitate to raise his left hand. The ring on his ring finger shone with a brilliant light."Lead!"The "Lost Path Ring" Level 4. Enhancement skill: Lost Path.As the sword energy slashed toward him, Fergus suddenly and eerily changed its direction, striking the ring instead. Despite the blade's sharpness, it posed no threat whatsoever, all its power was absorbed by the ring and disappeared without a trace.Three hundred meters from the river, a strange wave of sword energy appeared and sliced downward. Se
To close the gap with someone as fast as Fergus, he couldn’t afford to race in speed. That was futile. It was like trying to outsmart the smartest kid in class. The only solution was to slow Fergus down, make him "dumber.” and then win through slowness and experience—like a tortoise overcoming a hare.To counter Fergus effectively, Memphis had three strategies.The first was to maintain as much distance as possible. This strategy involved using the Ice Phantom skill, but Ice Phantom was a limited-use ability. Starting the battle, Memphis had only eight uses remaining, once they were depleted, it would be game over.Thus, he needed to consider the second strategy: dismantling his opponent's speed. Since the start of the battle, Memphis had been darting from east to west, ostensibly to evade attacks, but his larger purpose was to spread frost throughout the battlefield.Ice Poison was an incredibly effective speed-diminishing skill. Every time an opponent was affected by the frost poiso
"Damn it... Ugh..."Fergus had just fully recovered from his injuries, no longer under any control effects, and even his six stat lines had been randomly boosted by 5–9%. Yet, now he was once again taking hit after hit from Memphis. He wanted to flip the table, but a single misstep would mean his defeat. His opponent’s attacks were too sharp, and the preparation for this counterattack was too meticulous—there was no gap to exploit.In less than a second, his intelligence stat had dropped by over 30 points, and his vision was filled with bubbles that expanded and burst, his Soul Type crushed, drowning him in pain and nausea. His flesh began to crack as the third-tier skill Cicada Shedding activated.Boom! Memphis raised his hand and then let it fall, his gaze serious as he took a deep breath and stepped back. He decided not to attack any longer.On both ends of the bridge, the soldiers on each side held their breath in anticipation, cold sweat running down their backs. The battle between Jackman and Clark had lasted less than a minute. Neither of their fighting styles was flashy or dazzling, yet the intensity and danger were far beyond the previous battle. Though they weren't directly affected by the aftermath, the stronger one could still feel the terrifying pressure emanating from the two figures. Any move made by either one was enough to destroy them all.No, it was enough to destroy everyone.On the eastern shore, Zared stared intently at the area of combat, his hand clenching into a fist. He had thought Fergus could easily defeat anyone from the Renaissance side, but the fact that the battle had become so evenly matched was beyond his expectations."The distance to the rear is tooApocalypse System: How To Destroy My Resources? Chapter 634:
The two had been battling long enough that most of their trump cards were revealed. Fergus was now 80% sure that Memphis had nothing to do with the terrorist act. His opponent was strong, but not to the extent of slicing through a seven-story building in one strike—especially with a technique identical to his own Slash.Memphis lacked such a skill. If he had it, he would have used it already. His primary focus on ice and psychic abilities left no room for investing in a devastating slash technique powerful enough to rival the combined force of hundreds.His refusal to undergo verification was also explainable. A rebel leader wouldn’t dare step foot in Lakeside’s jurisdiction. Once there, even if innocent, the government would find other charges to convict him. Fear and distrust were understandable.This realization brought Fergus despair. If Memphis wasn’t the perpetrator, then who was? Who had mercilessly killed his men and framed Memphis for the crime?The final straw was within rea
In the moment of life and death, Wallflower suddenly overcame her usual cowardice and decided to charge forward to block the attack. A 4-meter-wide layer of purple Light Armor was immediately summoned. The terrifying blade energy, which could destroy everything in the blink of an eye, hit the armor, but it could not tear it apart, only forcing the Light Armor to deflate like a deflating balloon.The power of a full-force blow from an Evolved Being was immeasurable.However, the blade energy was too vast, too enormous. The Light Armor summoned by Wallflower could only block half of the energy. The remaining half still sliced through, cutting down dozens of people behind her, hundreds of tiny blade energies being released, pouring down as if to slaughter all the high-ranking members there.Latest Chapter Sarah, who used to frequent this room, hadn’t been seen lingering around lately. Perhaps she had grown tired of Memphis—or maybe of Shaina.Or perhaps both.Memphis’s gaze lingered momentarily on the faintly flushed, fair skin of the woman before him. He swallowed discreetly before raising a hand to cover his mouth, coughing lightly as he casually asked:"Why aren’t you joining the festivities?"Shaina slowly got up from the floor, obediently standing to one side, and shook her head."I don’t want to."Her answer left Memphis feeling inexplicably weary.& Memphis lightly waved his hand, summoning a palm-sized chunk of ice.This ice was exceptionally solid, with formidable durability. It was far sturdier than ordinary ice, capable of piercing the wooden table before him with ease. Even a 7.62mm handgun would struggle to leave a significant mark.When he ceased maintaining Ice Manipulation, the supernatural energy dissipated, yet the ice in his hand remained cold and intact, not melting in the slightest.Indeed, it would "never" melt. Without substantial external force, it would persist indefinitely unless exposed to temperatures above 99 degrees Celsius or disrupted by other supernatural energies.This piece of ice had essentially become a pebble. Once the air of tension had fully dissipated, Memphis casually pushed the stack of documents aside and picked up an experience crystal, examining it closely.As always, the leader’s share was calculated first. Lionel, ever efficient, had tallied Memphis’s portion of resources immediately after the conclusion of the campaign.Before him lay:9,213 experience crystals,18 potential points,22 random item cards,1 fourth-tier item card,5 third-tier item cards.These included battlefield rewards from Iron Stone, a share of the 25% tribute pool for high-ranking personnel, rental income from weapons and gear, and resources he had personally acquired during combat.“Experience crystals… What exactly do they contain? Killing zombies drops all sorts of items—are these things pre-existing within their bodies? Or is their life force connected to some kind of marketplace, which opens upon their death? And why must one kill to unlock this connection? Could there be another principle at work? Perh Stay up all night without worrying about waking up early for labor, rest all day without lifting a finger, and spend money without earning it first. What was left to wait for? Burn it all tonight! Opportunities like this didn’t come often—it was time to spend, and spend big."I love you, Commander Jackman!""Commander Jackman, take this ration voucher for 100 grams!""Commander Jackman forever!""Take these acceleration boots!""Aaaaaa...""Up, up, up!"Memphis had agreed to cooperate with Lionel in creating an ideal setting for this "cash-in" operation—a move with immense benefits and minimal losses.Firstly, announcing this plan guaranteed Memphis 50% of tonight’s profits. Though he personally had no use for war contributions, others needed them desperately. By strategically depleting the contributions of others, he would further bind them to his influence, forcing them to strive harder to earn the resources necessary to utilize the services within his sphere of control.This strate Through this, he quietly made his move, biting off a small piece from each person, shearing a bit of fleece from every sheep.He understood human nature deeply, knowing exactly what the combat team members possessed, what they lacked, where they fell short, where they had excess, what their mindset was, and what they desired.They had money but lacked an outlet. After a day of facing zombies, they returned to a strictly disciplined environment with little freedom to spend. Lionel immediately provided them with both time and space to indulge in their spending.They wielded extraordinary power, performed monumental deeds, and made significant contributions. But on the battlefield, everyone was the same—there was no room for recognition or venting. What they craved was admiration, acknowledgment, comfort, and rewards. Lionel fulfilled this, doing so eagerly and even appearing to do it for free.They carried a superiority complex, feeling like they were undertaking the most arduous and vi At 6:31 PM on the 22nd day of the apocalypse, a long convoy of vehicles snaked its way from the southern end of Iron Stone back toward the northern reaches of Hope.Onboard the troop transports, every face bore signs of exhaustion, yet the visible joy and exhilaration were impossible to conceal.The Hope Battalion, invincible as ever, had concluded yet another campaign.A complete victory!After tonight, once everyone exchanged their earned contribution points and fully processed the spoils of war, their strength would ascend to a new level. They would grow stronger and stronger.At the peak of the zombie lock column, a glass flask filled with water gradually froze into solid ice. Half a blink later, Memphis utilized Ice Phantom to materialize beside the iron cage, a large black suitcase in his right hand.After imprisoning the Manipulation Type inside the cage, he meticulously checked the surveillance cameras, the one-way locks, the helium balloons, and the parachute cords attached t Throughout an entire day, 31 anti-tank rounds had blasted the battlefield. Even the Defense Types occasionally had their shields pierced, with shockwaves battering everything in their wake. Despite this, these seemingly frail monsters refused to die from the impacts, whereas numerous other zombie variants succumbed.It was as if they had sacrificed everything related to close combat in exchange for unrivaled capabilities in ranged attacks and defense. Was this the pinnacle of extraordinary psychic abilities?Under the protection of a zombie horde, unless one could employ pure force or materialized abilities to crush them directly, they were practically "immortal" in a certain sense.Thinking this over, Memphis pulled out a small vial from his jacket. He stared at it for a couple of seconds before tucking it back in.He had considered giving the "Antidote Elixir" to this abomination to see its reaction—perhaps it could revert to being human. But he hesitated, fearing the elixir might a 5:45 PM, Iron Stone Battlefield.All the zombies within the area of the 10 trenches had been completely lured away by Jarred, and those too slow to keep up were eradicated. Corpses piled into mountains, and rivers of black, foul-smelling blood flowed through the vast battlefield, now submerged in decay.Twelve squad leaders were assigned specific zones to oversee the collection of resources, including potential stones, exp crystals, skill books, item cards, advancement cards, and alchemy crystals. Meanwhile, dozens of others worked tirelessly to load the bodies of evolved zombies onto trucks and incinerate the remaining piles of ordinary zombie corpses.Drones hummed overhead, capturing every movement. Data was meticulously recorded and would later be analyzed by the logistics department to ensure minimal losses during the collection process.At the center of the battlefield, several soldiers with earth manipulation abilities were digging a pit 5 meters deep. Once the digging was comp The chance to "earn profits" was always present. Zombies surrounded Hope Town, waiting to be killed at any moment, whether within the town, across counties, or even provinces. Now that the Manipulation Type had been captured and the zombie horde was effectively caged, Memphis knew his forces needed rest to prepare for the long battles ahead.Yet he also recognized the flaws in that mindset.Regardless of whether the zombies were easy or difficult to kill, he would push his troops to their limits and beyond. They had to fight now, no matter how tired or stressed they were. There was no better moment than this.Anyone who disobeyed? They’d be cut down.Why?Chapter 683:
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