Chapter 36 Williams' True Strength

Baron's transformation abruptly stopped, as he felt something had burrowed into his body and was frantically devouring the power within him, eroding his spirit.

He had cast aside his human dignity and turned himself into a bloodthirsty beast. After going through countless life-and-death evolutions, he had become this kind of being, no longer willing to be bullied due to his weakness and lowliness, but instead roaring to take revenge on those powerful figures who had once looked down on him.

However, the thing he had paid such a huge price to obtain was now being taken away from him.

He finally realized why he had been so afraid to flee before.

It was not because of Mike's blood-curdling anger.

But because there was something off about the way this guy was looking at him!

It was the gaze of a predator looking at its prey!

Extremely morbid and perverted.

If someone said that Mike could eat people, he would believe it!

At this moment, Mike was indeed high as a kite, for his Dark Matter had expanded significantly after a massive amount of consumption, now able to cover his entire right arm.

Not only that, but he could also feel that Dark Matter had undergone some kind of evolution. The surface of its claws had become as hard as metal, seemingly covered in a thick layer of armor, unbreakable.

This allowed Mike's right hand to tear through enemies' bodies even more easily, especially with Baron's body also in a hardened state. Even if the mutated claws scratched against the bones, they could still forcefully break through.

If he had this kind of power when fighting Ron, he wouldn't have had such a hard time.

Just as Mike's Dark Matter was ravenously consuming, a strange mental impact surged into his mind, shattering countless memory fragments.

He seemed to see a dark laboratory, the smell of disinfectant hitting him.

He was firmly strapped to a restraint frame, with doctors in white coats surrounding him from all sides. Someone whispered in his ear, "Relax, Baron Moor. Your physical talents are far better than I imagined, at least stronger than your foster father. Come, eat this rotten flesh, and as long as you survive, you will gain the power of the Genesis Nest evolutionary line."

That person's voice was soft and elegant, like the devil's.

When the restraint frame was rotated, the sight that greeted him was a decaying corpse covered in bony armor, exuding a strange fragrance.

"Isn't this the power you want? The primal revenant from the Genesis Nest evolutionary line, the Decaying Spectre. The immortal power it bestows upon you will make you invulnerable to blades and fire."

After saying that, the man forcibly shoved a piece of rotten flesh into his mouth!

In his violent struggle, he accidentally glimpsed the laboratory ceiling.

Intricate golden patterns outlined an ancient mural - a gigantic lotus flower, seemingly forged of steel, floating in midair, its vines piercing the earth, with countless worshippers kneeling and silently singing.

Immense fear, immense pressure, immense shock.

In that instant, his body felt like it was about to explode!

"Target transformation is in progress!"

"Dark Matter is fusing, 74% compatibility!"

"The target cannot master revenant arts! The target cannot master revenant arts!"

The man sighed regretfully, "So he's a waste as well? Never mind, drag him away, extract the experimental sample, and then throw him into the meat grinder."

Just then, a faint voice spoke up.

"Merit points, healing, saving people..."

The man turned around and scoffed, "What are you talking about? Aren't your brothers and sisters all freaks? They make excellent experimental materials. As for the reward for your participation in the experiment, didn't I already give it to you? Being allowed to audience the great god, the Genesis Nest, is the greatest luck a lowly insect like you can have in this lifetime. You should be honored."

The terrifying wail completely shattered the memory fragments.

Mike awakened as if from a nightmare.

Just then, the now-reverted normal human Baron roared and tried to make a last-ditch struggle, only to be knocked down to the ground by Mike's instinctive punch, electricity arcing.

Baron was knocked to the floor, his head ringing, unable to get up.

"You were trying to get treated, and then participated in some kind of experiment? Whose experiment was it, and how did you find them?" Mike didn't know why he could see Baron's past experiences while devouring the Dark Matter within him, perhaps the greatest nightmare and deepest despair of his life.

Baron seemed dazed from the punch, unable to respond.

This has become a bit awkward.

It was at this moment that Baron coughed up a mouthful of blood and sneered, "So you know this? It seems you are no ordinary hound. The celestial system, lightning. With such a good talent, why do you go and serve that group of people? Sell your life for those beasts? You are... a person who has suffered."

Mike was taken aback.

Baron had already discovered it.

The calluses on his hands, the scars on his arms, the color of his skin.

Whether a person has suffered can be seen at a glance.

"This is an evil city, this is a wrong world. When I was a good person, you oppressed me. When I was a bad person, you condemned me. Now I have gained dignity, I will never be humiliated and brought back to be interrogated," Baron revealed with a strange smile.

He paused, "I'll be waiting for you in hell."

Suddenly, a voice came through Mike's earpiece.

"Mike, sidestep!"

Mike shuddered in alarm as if seeing a reflection of something.

He quickly turned around, and an electric arc flashed.

Boom!

Baron's head was pierced by a bone spike.

Until his death, a mocking smile remained on his face.

Mike's face was splattered with fresh blood, and when he looked up again, he saw a disciple in white ritual robes standing on the rooftop of the dilapidated low-rise building.

It was this disciple who had raised his hand and fired the bone spike!

"Sata, Abaloua! Sata, Abaloua!"

"Sata, Abaloua! Sata, Abaloua!"

"Sata, Abaloua! Sata, Abaloua!"

In the shops of the neighborhood, the merchants who had been watching the show all took off their scarves and hats, tore off their heavy cotton clothes, exposing their pale ritual robes, and chanted the eerie words.

They simultaneously raised their hands, and dense bone began to proliferate at their fingertips.

Poised to strike.

At this critical moment, Rose rushed out of the corner, dragging four dwarves tied together with ropes, and was shocked to see the young man surrounded by the heretical devotees.

"Commander!"

Damon's voice came through the earpiece, "The commander is in position."

Searing flames lit up the darkness.

"Burn Sky, Form One."

A terrifying scene unfolded.

Accompanied by a loud snap of the fingers, scorching flame marks covered the entire neighborhood, and every heretical devotee saw huge flames erupting from the ground, exploding thunderously!

"Fall Sky, Form Two."

As the burning heretical devotees rolled on the ground, countless scorching fire spears appeared out of thin air in the sky, descending like meteors, piercing through them!

Under the plastic shed blown up by the explosion, Williams sat calmly in a wheelchair, his white hair swept up by the firelight, revealing his sharp features and lava-like eyes.

He was holding a syringe and ruthlessly injected it into his left leg.

Crack.

It sounded like the breaking and reintegration of bones.

Williams' whole body trembled violently, and he miraculously stood up from the wheelchair. His breathing and heartbeat were as wild as a beast, thunderous, like the beating of a drum!

This is... the Sacred Riot Syndrome!

The heretical devotee standing on the dilapidated low-rise rooftop saw this scene, raised his completely rotted face, and expressed great fear, whispering, "Saint, Williams!"

"Saint?"

Williams, who was 150 meters away, could easily hear what he was saying. He looked up indifferently and coldly said, "I haven't used that title for a long time."

Bang!

The flames exploded.

Mike just saw a burning shadow pass by him.

The heat wave hit him head-on.

The neighborhoods that Williams passed through were set ablaze, and the fire quickly spread to every shop. The small merchants hiding in the dark began to scream and shout, trying to put out the fire.

He had thought he was a weak, sickly man sitting in a wheelchair.

But when he erupted with his true power, he was so tall and imposing.

With a thunderous roar, a scorching fiery sword descended from the sky.

The lower half of the heretic's body was severed on the spot, but no blood flowed out.

Because the wound had instantly carbonized.

"The target is suspected of crimes such as illegal experimentation, illegal faith, illegal preaching, and intentional homicide. In the name of the Heresy Tribunal, I declare that you are under arrest." Williams grabbed the heretic's neck, not allowing him any chance to resist.

Of course, even if the heretic had wanted to resist, he was powerless.

In the searing flames, this white-haired man was like a demon from hell.

At this moment, the enforcement team's robots arrived late, surrounding the entire area.

Chief Charles' voice was amplified through the loudspeakers.

"Williams, what are your people doing? Are you causing a terror incident?"

The response was a cold voice.

"I'm investigating things you can't investigate, fool."

Williams' agitated breathing and heartbeat gradually subsided, instinctively reaching for the micro-microphone on his chest, but found it had been burned by his aura.

"Damon, Rose."

He raised his voice, "Clean up the scene, and compensate the merchants for their financial losses."

Mike's heartbeat and breathing also gradually stabilized as he looked up at Williams.

Williams smiled meaningfully, "Unexpected?"

Mike was speechless.

"Keep an eye on our spoils, don't let the enforcement bureau take them."

Williams grabbed the unconscious heretic with one hand, lit a cigarette with the other, and stood on the rooftop overlooking the massive underground marketplace, his gaze tinged with a faint sadness.