Apocalypse: No rebirth! Time to upgrade the sewers!

Hearing the sound, the dusty man high in the sky looked down.

The moment my gaze fell upon Charyler.

The dust-covered man's expression changed completely.

A dazzling white light erupted from Charil's body.

The surrounding air began to distort, and a surge of energy was rapidly compressing within his chest cavity.

He reversed his own superpower core!

This is suicidal.

Once started, it's irreversible.

The dusty man raised his hand, intending to manipulate the sand to throw Charil away.

But........

That's too late.

The white light had already engulfed Charyl's features.

Charlene took a step forward.

They charged headlong into the dark red mountain of flesh.

His speed increased, and his body gradually disintegrated as he ran, turning into a ball of white light.

In the very next second.

The white light slammed into the densest group of tentacles on the Mountain of Flesh.

The white light expands.

It instantly enveloped one-fifth of the mother's body.

Rumble—!!!

The violent shockwave instantly sent several superhumans flying.

The mother let out a scream, and the mountain of flesh churned violently.

The mother's blood surged skyward, causing an acid rain to fall.

The dusty man closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth.

The white light stung his eyes, making them feel a little sore.

He used such foul language just now, but his intention was to get that greenhorn out of the battlefield and save his life.

Who would have thought that a few words would drive someone to despair?

The Lille family

This kid proved the weight of this surname with his life.

The dust-covered man opened his eyes, his pupils bloodshot, and stared intently at the writhing mountain of flesh in front of him.

Anger burned in my chest.

If it weren't for this monster.

If it weren't for this beast!

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

A growl rolled down the dust man's throat.

He spread his arms, and dust rose upwards around him, turning him into a dust storm.

They attacked the mother body.

It can be said that the turning point on the battlefield quietly arrived at the moment Charil turned into white light.

That figure, rushing headlong into the monster without hesitation, ignited something deep within the hearts of everyone on the ruins.

Fear was burned through.

Reason has been abandoned.

A brutal self-destruction relay race has begun.

A seventh-level ability user had his chest and limbs pierced by several tentacles.

The barbs at the ends of the tentacles were hooking tightly into his bones, dragging him deeper into the giant maw of the mountain of flesh.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

It was clear that they couldn't break free.

He turned his head and glanced at the huge crater left by Charil's self-destruction in the distance.

Then he laughed out loud.

Immediately afterwards, he forcibly reversed the superpower core within his body.

White light shot out from his seven orifices.

There was a loud bang.

Another burst of dazzling white light exploded within the tentacles.

Not far away.

An eighth-level ability user leaned against the broken wall.

His left arm was severed at the root, and his body's energy had long been depleted.

He didn't even have the strength to stand up.

In the field of vision, the mother body is frantically growing new tumors in an attempt to repair the wound.

The eighth-level expert smirked, revealing a crazed smile.

Immediately afterwards, he took a deep breath and crashed straight into the mother's body.

"Monster! I'm here to kill you!"

"Hahahahahaha!!!"

The sound of wild laughter echoed in the air.

Followed by.

A loud bang.

The white light engulfed his body, as well as a large patch of tissue that had just grown from the mother's body.

This is just the beginning.

With a loud bang.

With a loud bang.

With a loud bang.

One explosion after another echoed across the ruins of Lundun.

Each flash of white light signifies the fall of a high-level superhuman.

Those seventh and eighth-tier ability users who were exhausted, seriously injured, and knew they were definitely not going to survive.

No one chose to back down.

They lined up, using the most resolute method, turning their lives into bombs, and smashing them hard against the parasites.

The night sky was illuminated by white light as bright as day.

The mother was stunned.

In its mind, it simply couldn't comprehend why these foods would willingly give up their lives to become such terrifying weapons.

Its recovery rate finally came to a standstill in the face of the continuous self-destruction.

The fighting on the main battlefield was fierce.

The 700,000-strong army position behind them was also a meat grinder.

The commotion on the main battlefield was too great, and the infrasound emitted when the mother body was injured drove all the daughter bodies in the entire North District into a frenzy.

Tens of millions of offspring surged past the defenses formed by the superhumans and headed straight for the positions of the ordinary soldiers.

The front line of defense.

The gun barrels were already red-hot, and some even exploded.

The armor-piercing rounds are all gone.

The shells are all gone.

The soldiers held their empty guns, watching the dense swarm of insects rushing towards them.

A way out?

There was absolutely no way out.

Deep behind the position, the heavy machine guns of the supervising team had already been set up.

Take a step back and you'll be shot.

Either way, it's all the same – death.

A young soldier slammed his rifle, now empty of magazines, onto the ground.

He drew his military dagger with a backhand motion.

Then he let out a roar.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

next second.

He pounced on it, his dagger plunging deep into a crevice in the shell of one of the females.

Acid splashed all over his face.

The skin made a sizzling, corrosive sound.

Despite the pain, he pulled out the dagger and stabbed again.

The second cut, the third cut.

Until a dozen or so offspring surged up and completely overwhelmed him.

The roar shattered the deathly silence on the defensive line.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers, having run out of ammunition, drew their weapons.

They stepped out of the trenches and launched a counter-attack against the swarm of insects.

Human flesh and blood collided violently with the mutated creature.

This is the real meat grinder.

Every second, hundreds or thousands of lives are lost.

The battle situation ahead.

Due to the self-destruction of a large number of high-level superhumans, the Mother's counterattack was finally suppressed.

The dusty man was panting heavily.

He was suspended in mid-air, waving his hands continuously.

Not only do they have to control the dust blades to cut the mother's wounds, but they also have to keep an eye on the situation on the battlefield below.

A tentacle lashed out at several exhausted eighth-tier ability users.

The dusty man flicked his finger.

The dust on the ground instantly coalesced into a giant hand, which scooped up the group of people and tossed them to a safe area.

This action required a great deal of energy.

The consumption of superpowers has increased exponentially.

Forty hours.

A full forty hours of intense fighting!

Blood was seeping from all seven orifices of the dust-covered man.

He now controls his powers entirely through muscle memory and combat instinct.

Even a ninth-tier powerhouse is still human.

There are limits to both physical and mental strength.

He couldn't take it anymore.

The dust-covered man wiped the blood from his face and looked down at the horrific battlefield below.

He remembered the kid named Charlie from earlier.

The dusty man smiled.

"He can't even listen to a few words, and he's about to self-destruct."

"The Luke family... is indeed courageous."

He shook his head, forcibly steadying his swaying body.

He knew he wouldn't survive.

But he cannot back down.

If someone at the ninth rank regresses, then everything is over.