Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

100. The Delicious Taste of Manhood - Mike

"Run! Once we're inside the woods, the monster will be much less of a threat."

While warning his companions to be careful of the monster's tentacles, Greythroat fired three more arrows in quick succession to prevent the extending tentacles from touching the still hopping and jumping Extreme.

"I'm fine, you go and help the others."

Greythroat looked to the side and saw the thin Sussolo carrying wormwood with difficulty.

It's hard to imagine that Dr. Wolper has such power.

Li Boli glanced around but didn't see the big cat. Then she turned her gaze to the ruins of the wooden house and saw Captain Mudrock raise his two-handed warhammer, the surface of which glowed with a scarlet light.

Greythroat knew that Mudrock was prepared to fight desperately.

But where is the big cat?

Huang seemed to have vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace.

At this moment, not only is the Grey Monkey searching for Huang again, but Ms. Sarkaz, who is fighting hard against the mudstone's attack, is also looking for the whereabouts of Black-haired Felin.

Although the threat posed by this fellow countryman was considerable, it was still far inferior to that of Felin, who was skilled in explosive attacks.

"Where are you looking?"

Suddenly, Huang's voice rang out from behind her.

The girl's black hair fluttered in the wind. Her hands were clasped together, and the wounds on her wrists and palms that had closed up reopened. The steaming blood emitted a foul odor, which showed how powerful the attack had been.

Huang's full power erupted in a mere instant, melting the snow along with the surging heat in his hands, followed by a series of explosions, the air waves, sound waves, and heat waves all mingling together.

Standing directly in front of Lady Sarkaz, Mudrock, shielded by a protective barrier, leaped high into the air, raised his warhammer high, and slammed it down on the vital points of the enemy opposite him.

boom!

With a deafening crash, Mudrock's warhammer not only knocked down the opponent's body but also shattered the remaining wooden floorboards, revealing the permafrost layer beneath.

With her and Huang's combined all-out attack, even if the enemy standing in front of them were stronger, they should have been pinned to the ground and hammered.

Exhausted, Huang couldn't see any enemies and asked in a low voice, "Is the battle over?"

Mudstone shook his head: "I don't know, maybe. We should have won."

"That's good."

Huang responded and slumped down against the mud rock's body.

She had lost too much blood and was exhausted. She was at her limit and had only managed to ask all the questions by sheer willpower.

For some reason, Mudrock felt that something was wrong. They had defeated Lady Sarkaz, who was pulverized by the violent explosion they had created, leaving not even a trace. The monster that had extended its tentacles also seemed to have fallen silent. But was that really the case?

Regardless, Mudrock decided to take Huang away first, as this was not a safe place.

Just as she was about to turn around, her right hand, which was holding two warhammers, seemed to be pulled back by something.

The Sarkaz girl looked down and was immediately terrified, her hair standing on end. It turned out that a crimson tentacle had wrapped around her wrist.

"Hmph, my dear sister, do you really want to kill me?"

Ms. Sarkaz's mocking voice rang out. The other party had appeared behind them unharmed. Had the two of them attacked together but failed to hit anything?

At this point, Huang had lost her ability to fight. Mud Rock glanced at her companions who had already fled into the woods and thought that it was good that a few people had left. She had enough strength left to protect Huang and hold on. She hoped that the support team would arrive soon.

With this thought in mind, Mudrock activated Originium Arts, and his body once again emitted a silvery-white light. However, this time the semi-transparent shield did not form immediately, but was suddenly shattered the moment it appeared.

Each time Mudrock's shield was shattered, it would restore some of her stamina, but this time the Sarkaz girl felt no joy, because it meant that her opponent had seen through the patterns of her Originium Arts.

For every Sarkaz, Originium Arts is the most important foundation for their livelihood, and Mudrock is no exception.

While her shield can block most damage and generates extremely quickly, taking only a few seconds, it has a fatal weakness: the complete form of the shield is composed of three layers of silver-white shields that condense at different times. A single layer of shield is very fragile. If she is not able to complete the three-layer shield overlap, her Originium Arts will be greatly diminished.

Especially in such a dangerous environment, it's as if our weakness is in the hands of the enemy.

"Oh, my dear sister, I forgot to tell you, every Sarkaz is a master of magic, and I can penetrate your shield at any time if I want to."

Mudrock's heart sank to the bottom. She had no choice but to drop the two-handed warhammer in her hands and temporarily put down Huang. If she did not do so, she and Huang might fall into the other side's hands.

In fact, Mudrock has another secret. If ordinary enemies only think that she can use a two-handed warhammer, then they are very wrong.

Next, Mudrock will show the enemy through her actions that anyone who underestimates her will be crushed by the rocks.

In an instant, the earth began to shake violently. As a user of Originium Arts with an affinity for the earth, Mudrock could feel the pulse of the earth as he stood firmly on the ground.

Back in Rhodes Island, that person often called her the Child of the Earth.

This is a strange title, and Mudstone can't figure out why she's called that.

That person even designed an entrance routine for her: jump high into the air, then crash to the ground, kicking up dust, which made her look very imposing.

Mudrock had always thought that this would make her seem stupid, but now she felt that what that person said wasn't useless. Even without jumping up, she could still use Originium Arts to stir up the snow that had fallen to the ground, creating ice mist along with dust and a little bit of cold wind.

Seeing this, Ms. Sarkaz exclaimed in surprise, "Sister, you have truly surprised me so much. This is the first time I've ever seen Originium Arts like yours. But do you think you can defeat me with just this?"

The mudstone's body was covered by soil, rocks, and a thick layer of permafrost that had rolled up from beneath the surface, making her extremely tall, over two meters, like a Colombian warrior wearing heavy power armor.

When the Originium Arts were fully formed, Mudrock sighed inwardly. It was a pity that this was a frozen zone. With her Originium Arts and such a tight schedule, she couldn't quickly condense a set of rock armor. Otherwise, she could have reached a height of three or four meters and could have launched mud missiles.

Seeing this, Ms. Sarkaz's already alluring face broke into a happy smile: "Although I'm a little worried that my darling might have indigestion from eating you, I can guarantee that it won't feel hungry for quite some time."

Ms. Sarkaz uttered extremely terrifying words in a serious tone. Although Mudrock heard them, she did not intend to refute or respond in any way. Instead, she raised her massive fist and smashed it directly down on the other party.

Although she appeared slow due to her bulky figure, Lady Sarkaz, who was facing the fist of the earth giant head-on, understood that as long as her feet were firmly planted on the ground, this punch would be unavoidable.

"Earth-based Originium Arts. I haven't seen such a pure Sarkaz person in a long time. I'm starting to regret it now. It would be such a waste to eat you."

As Ms. Sarkaz spoke, her hands never stopped moving. Her flowing hair suddenly grew much longer, and like a knife, it sliced ​​away a piece of the surface soil from the outstretched fist of the mudstone.

Mudrock, who was close enough, noticed a horrifying fact: only when the Sarkaz woman's hair was lifted could one see that she actually had two mouths on the side of her face.

Although we are all Sarkaz, you are acting too strangely. You look like a monster that came out of a Colombian horror movie, or are those horror movies based on real people?

For no apparent reason, a distracting thought popped into Mud Rock's mind. Her fist, already outstretched, was too late to retract. The strands of hair not only shaved off a layer of mud armor but also tore off a large chunk of flesh, leaving her covered in blood.

“My dear sister, you are even more delicious than I imagined. I have really changed my mind. Let me eat you myself.”

As the Sarkaz woman revealed her true form, drool dripped from the corner of her mouth. She stuck out her scarlet tongue and licked the bloodstains stuck to her hair, as if she were tasting a delicious delicacy, revealing an expression of great enjoyment.

Such a horrifying scene made Mud Rock tremble involuntarily; she certainly didn't want to be eaten by this monster.

Just then, an unfamiliar voice came through her earpiece: "Mudrock, can you hear me? Look up to your left."

How could this be?

The voice sounded familiar, like that person's, but that person is already buried in Trimont. Could this be a hallucination unique to the Sami Icefield?

Perhaps because Mudrock was used to listening to that person, when he made his request, the Sarkaz girl turned her head to look to her left.

Ms. Sarkaz, who was opposite her, noticed the sisters' confused expressions and their sudden glance to the left, and was immediately intrigued. Were these people's reinforcements coming?

Her gaze followed the mudstone, but to the left was still a dense forest and snowfield, a vast expanse of white snow, nothing at all.

Until now, Ms. Sarkaz suddenly realized something: she might have fallen into a trap.

Almost simultaneously, a figure darted out from the right, throwing two knives at Ms. Sarkaz's chest.

The voice came through Mudrock's earpiece again: "I told you to look to the left, and you actually looked to the left, you idiot!"

It was clear that the words were spoken to the enemy on the other side. Mud Rock endured the sharp pain in the back of his hand, looked around, and tried to find that person.

The Phantom, wielding two short swords, had already darted past, skimming over the mudstone. The lead actor of the Crimson Troupe summoned a clone, whose four short swords danced up and down like butterflies, each strike aimed at Lady Sarkaz's vital points.

The woman's physical condition was very poor, and she couldn't keep up with Phantom's speed at all. In just a few seconds, Phantom's dagger kissed her body. But even though the dagger pierced through her chest and came out from her back, Phantom found that her aura had not weakened.

In other words, ordinary physical damage cannot cause her fatal harm.

Are all Sarkaz monsters?

The team members, who had split up, quickly appeared in different locations.

Horhaia manipulated the storm, creating a blizzard. Her only goal was to rapidly lower the temperature and create favorable conditions for her next move.

Starry Sky stood beside Mudrock, with people drawing fire around her, allowing her to perform better.

Yelena launched ice spikes in succession, forcing the wildly dancing tentacles to retreat.

But none of this could attract Ms. Sarkaz's attention. Among these people, there must be a key figure in charge, and that was the real threat.

"Are you looking for me?"

A thin young man wearing a black overcoat appeared before the crowd with a smug smile on his face. He had slightly curly, medium-length black hair.

His appearance inspired everyone present, especially the six Rhodes Island field agents.

Mudrock stood there, forgetting to grab her two-handed warhammer, muttering, "Doctor, are you real?"

"It's fake, what you're seeing is all an illusion. If you love me, keep it in your heart."

Mudstone: "..."

Huang, lying on the ground, barely opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry, and she could only see the doctor's back. Tears welled up in her eyes. She thought she was hallucinating. How could someone who was already dead suddenly appear? So she was going to die too.

Mike, who had taken the initiative to appear, beckoned to the Sarkaz woman opposite him: "Come on, look this way, I'm your enemy."

Ms. Sarkaz licked the bloodstains at the corner of her mouth with her scarlet tongue. It wasn't her blood, but it tasted delicious, and she sensed something unusual.

This man will taste delicious.

Comparing him to everyone else present is an insult to him. He is the true delicacy of the world. She would do anything for him if she ate him.

"Really? You really can do anything? I think I heard what you were thinking just now. You really care about everyone."

Ms. Sarkaz blushed, realizing her thoughts had been discovered, and asked foolishly, "Would you agree?"

"How could that be? I'm not stupid. Do you think we're dating? Enough nonsense, let's get started. I'm in a hurry to get back for lunch."

"Okay, it's settled then. If you're my lunch, that's not out of the question."

As Ms. Sarkaz reached out her hand, the monster behind her immediately extended seven or eight tentacles, attempting to engulf the man in the black coat. But then, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The man in the black coat had a contemptuous smile on his lips, and his leather boots kept shifting position, as if he were performing a graceful dance.

Even more impressively, he could precisely dodge the tentacles with every movement he made.

Their meticulously calculated movements, weaving through the enemy's attack, left everyone present in awe.

Even the Sarkaz woman couldn't help but lower her arms, and the tentacle attack slowly stopped as she moved.