My whole family was brutally murdered? I awakened the thug system and went on a killing spree.

The Third Apostle's carapace began to emit a dense cracking sound.

But it's not being destroyed. It's undergoing a transformation.

The dark red carapace began to crack from the center of its chest.

The cracks spread rapidly along those strange patterns.

It's like an old shell being pushed open by the expanding force inside.

Click. Click. Click.

A large area of ​​the carapace on its chest had fallen off.

It reveals a completely new, darker, purplish-red carapace underneath.

The new shell is twice as thick as the old shell.

The surface texture is denser, and the frequency of the vibrations is more intense.

The two ossified arms above emitted a piercing sound of bone growth.

The forearm extends wildly outward from the elbow joint.

It's a full half meter longer.

The ossified surface changed from a translucent dark red to an opaque dark purple.

The speed of blood flowing inside suddenly increased.

The bone spurs on the two thin arms below all broke off and fell off.

New bone spurs grew back from the fingertips. They were twice as thick and twice as long as before. Each bone spur had three barbs at the end.

Three bone horns detached from the skull and fell to the ground.

New bone horns grew out of their original positions. The number increased from three to five.

Each one was longer and more curved than the previous one, with its ends shimmering with a dark purple light.

The Third Apostle's height increased from 3.2 meters to 3.5 meters.

The entire transformation process lasted less than three seconds.

Fragments of the old shell were scattered all over the ground.

The Third Apostle stood amidst the shattered shells, radiating a highly concentrated mutated energy that distorted the very air.

The ground beneath Qin Meng's feet continued to tremble.

It wasn't because of the wind. It was because the life frequency released by the new body of the Third Apostle resonated with the earth's strata.

The gaping mouth that stretched all the way to the ears opened again.

The three rows of fangs became four rows.

Each one is longer and sharper than the last.

"The Ascension Method of the Dawn of Flesh and Blood."

"Every time you kill a powerful person and devour their essence and blood, you can break through the genetic barrier once."

"With each transformation, one gains a completely new layer of biological armor."

"Endless. Without end."

The Third Apostle raised his upper right arm.

The dark purple ossified forearm pointed at Qin Meng.

"I will slowly study the secrets hidden in your body after I tear open your chest cavity."

Qin Meng stood twenty meters away.

Heat waves rose continuously from his dark gold-colored body.

The oppressive aura emanating from this transformed object was indeed several levels stronger than before.

The hardness of the new carapace, the length of the new bony arms, and the lethal configuration of the new bony spikes.

Both attack power and defense power are increasing.

Endless?

No upper limit?

Qin Meng slowly raised his right fist.

He doesn't need to devour anyone's heart.

There's no need to soak in a pool of blood for three years.

There's no need to transform yourself into a deformed monster that's not even human.

All he needs to do is kill.

The more you kill, the higher your brutality level becomes.

The higher the ferocity level, the stronger the physique.

It's too early to draw conclusions about who has unlimited power.

The Third Apostle's five dark purple bone horns lit up simultaneously.

The ground cracked.

A 3.5-meter-tall, dark purple giant crushed the mound of earth beneath its feet, its four arms outstretched, and charged at full speed toward Qin Meng.

With each step, a crater half a meter deep was created in the ground.

The speed was almost twice as fast as in the underground space.

Qin Meng pressed down with his right foot.

The mud beneath their feet exploded.

Two figures clashed on the desolate wasteland before dawn.

Dark gold and dark purple.

Humans and monsters.

Ten meters apart. Five meters apart. One meter apart.

Qin Meng's right fist arrived simultaneously with the defense of the two bone arms above the Third Apostle, which crossed and blocked.

Hit.

boom!!!

The shock wave spreads outwards from the point of impact.

The entire surface within a 50-meter radius was blown away.

Soil, gravel, and withered grass transformed into a violent whirlwind in the air currents, carrying with it the first rays of the pale light of dawn, sweeping in all directions.

Dense cracks appeared on the dark purple new armor on the Third Apostle's crossed arms as he parried.

But it didn't break.

Its mouth, splitting to the roots of its ears, was wide open. Four rows of fangs gleamed in the morning light.

Eight barbed bone spurs from the two thin arms below simultaneously pierced Qin Meng's waist and abdomen.

Qin Meng blocked four with his left hand. Sparks flew from his dark gold skin.

The other four bone spurs were lodged in his right ribs.

Ding.

The barbed tip left four white marks on the dark gold-black surface.

The defenses were not breached.

But the force pushed Qin Meng's body three meters away.

The feet plowed two furrows in the ground.

Qin Meng looked down at the four white marks on his right side.

Just now underground, the bone spurs of this thing shattered upon contact with his abdominal muscles.

Now, it can leave a trace.

The attack power after the transformation has indeed increased by a level.

Qin Meng looked up again.

The third apostle had already closed in.

Four arms, leaving behind a trail of dark purple afterimages, crashed down from the sky.

On the horizon of the wilderness, the first orange-red rays of dawn pierced through the clouds.

The light fell on two inhuman figures that were frantically exchanging blows.

The ossified forearm of the Third Apostle's upper right arm was raised high, and all the patterns on the dark purple carapace surface lit up to their fullest extent at the same time. A visible dark red energy gathered along the bone arm towards the fist.

The air distorted violently around that bone fist.

Qin Meng stomped his feet on the ground, his stance solid, and pulled his right fist back fully.

Both fists were thrown out at the same time.

Dark gold and dark purple collide head-on in the first rays of morning sunlight.

The shockwave spread outwards in all directions.

The cracked mud beneath our feet had its surface layer, half a meter thick, blown away.

Qin Meng's right arm bone made a muffled sound, and his body slid back four meters.

On the Third Apostle's dark purple bone arm, three cracks appeared on the new carapace, from which dark red blood seeped out and quickly healed.

The two separated. They were fifteen meters apart.

The Third Apostle's four arms hung at his sides, and his five horns trembled slightly in the light of dawn.

Those two deep-set, dark red vertical pupils stared at Qin Meng, sizing him up and down for three seconds.

"Your power is closer to the threshold of the sixth rank than I expected."

The Third Apostle slowly tilted his head. His cervical spine emitted a series of cracking sounds.

"But that's all."

Qin Meng didn't reply. His right fist throbbed slightly.

He had poured 80% of his strength into that punch, leaving only three cracks on the opponent's new carapace that quickly healed.

The defensive capabilities of this thing after its transformation are far superior to those of a fifth-tier item.

Moreover, it is recovering. Every time it is injured, those strange patterns will pulsate faster, and the speed at which the carapace repairs itself is even faster than Qin Meng's divine healing.

It doesn't rely on its own regeneration. It relies on a blood pool.

Just now, in the underground space, the life energy that had accumulated in that blood pool for three years was poured into its body in large quantities the moment it awoke. Now, this energy is still continuously supplying and repairing it.

It's like a mobile supply station.

As long as this energy is not exhausted, it is an unkillable monster.

But Qin Meng is also impossible to kill.

One hundred and ninety-four points in physique, high-grade copper skin, intermediate-grade iron bones, and divine healing.

This battle is about who can slow down the other's recovery speed first.

The Third Apostle had clearly considered this as well.

It didn't rush forward. The gaping mouth, split to its ear, slowly closed. The dark red vertical pupils shifted away from Qin Meng.

Look down.

Look down at your feet.

Look at the remains of the blasted mound.

Look at the huge pit in the center of the mound that leads to the underground air-raid shelter.

Qin Meng's hair stood on end instantly.