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

After Qin Meng steadied himself, he exerted force with both hands and pulled in the opposite direction.

The tramp's forelegs made a piercing cracking sound at the joints.

The bone structure was shattered, but the ligaments and deep tendons were still holding on.

This thing's skeletal structure is completely different from that of a hunting dog.

Ligaments are highly elastic; they can heal themselves if torn, and they become tighter the more they are stretched, like a bundle of living steel cables.

Qin Meng was too lazy to engage in a tug-of-war with it.

The core temperature of the antimatter furnace increased from 6,000 degrees to 8,000 degrees. The temperature on the surface of the palm also soared.

The moment the fingers touched the keratinous carapace of the tramp's foreleg, the surface of the carapace began to turn red, soften, and flow.

High temperatures break down the molecular structure of keratin at the microscopic level.

The ligaments lost their elasticity and rapidly carbonized under high temperatures.

Qin Meng straightened his arms.

The entire foreleg was pulled out by the roots, and the muscle tissue at the wound was burned to charcoal by the high temperature, so that even blood could not be spurted out.

The trampling creature emitted that infrasonic roar, and its remaining five tentacles all wrapped around Qin Meng's right arm.

The gear ring rotates at high speed against the skin, and a metallic cutting noise explodes in the air.

A series of white scratches appeared on the dark gold-black skin surface, but there was no break in the skin.

But the repeated high-frequency friction caused that area to start to heat up and turn red.

The tentacles were trying to crush his arm.

Qin Meng tilted his head and grabbed two of the tentacles with his left hand.

Pinch the base of the two whiskers with each of your five fingers and apply force.

His two tentacles were broken into four pieces, and dark green fluid splattered all over his head and face.

The remaining three tentacles automatically loosened, retracting into the area protecting the trampler's mouth.

Qin Meng looked down at the front leg that had been pulled off; it was longer than his entire body.

There was a dark purple, gelatinous substance in the bone marrow cavity that was faintly glowing.

He took a bite of his inner thigh and crunched.

The antimatter furnace produced a violent reaction.

[High-density, high-dimensional energy intake, with a conversion efficiency of 31%, significantly superior to ordinary hunting dog feed.]

Qin Meng chewed and swallowed the meat from the base of his thigh in a few bites.

smell--

I can't explain it.

It has an extremely high mineral content, and chewing it feels like eating a piece of iron ore smeared with machine oil.

However, the energy feedback is extremely abundant.

[73% of the microscopic damage to brain tissue has been repaired; 85% of the nerve signals in the left arm have been restored; and 90% of the stomach wall burns from the antimatter furnace have been repaired.]

Seventy percent complete.

Qin Meng threw away the cleaned leg bone and looked at the trampling creature that was missing a leg and was swaying as it tried to stand up.

Supported by five legs, its center of gravity was unstable, and the dark purple high-protection shield was flashing, clearly consuming a lot of energy to maintain its defense.

Qin Meng didn't give it a chance to catch its breath.

I missed a step.

His body appeared directly above the tramp's head.

With his feet together, he used the full mass of his 1,300 physique points plus the acceleration of gravity to stomp straight down from a height of 15 meters.

The dark purple shield above the trampler's head visibly dented under its foot.

The guiding effect is still present—the power is distributed across the entire shield sphere.

But Qin Meng's feet were 8,000 degrees Celsius.

High-maintenance shields are essentially a type of energy structure.

The antimatter furnace began to devour energy particles from the surface of the shield through the skin on the soles of the feet.

In one second, the shield's load-bearing capacity decreased by fifteen percent.

Two seconds later, the first crack appeared.

Qin Meng stomped his right foot.

The shield shattered.

The force of 1,300 points of trampling was poured into the tramp's head without any cushioning, and the four-meter-tall behemoth was stomped into the ground.

The six legs broke off radially outwards.

Dark purple brain matter and bone fragments mixed with mud formed a pool of glowing rotten mud at the bottom of the pit.

Qin Meng jumped off its back.

He bent down, inserted his hands into the shattered skull of the trampler, and pulled out a dark purple gelatinous core—this thing was wrapped in the outer layer of the brainstem and was the energy center of the entire trampler.

It's a size bigger than a fist.

The surface is smooth and warm, and the texture is similar to jelly.

He opened his mouth.

He swallowed it whole.

The antimatter furnace is operating at full power.

The core temperature is approaching 10,000 degrees Celsius.

This energy center is stronger than thirty ordinary hunting dogs combined.

Qin Meng's body emitted a low hum as it was infused with energy.

Bone density is increasing, and finer blood vessels are appearing on the surface of the dark gold skin all over the body.

[Physical Strength +5. Current Physical Strength: 1305.]

[Ninety-one percent of the microscopic damage to the brain tissue has been repaired; the function of the left arm has fully recovered; and the burns on the fingertips of the right hand have healed.]

The overload damage to the antimatter furnace has been fully repaired, and the controllable upper limit of the furnace core temperature has been increased to 12,000 degrees Celsius.

Make a fist with your left hand, loosen it, then make a fist again; move it freely.

The skin on my fingertips has grown back, covering the previously dark gold bones.

Tactile sensitivity returned to its peak.

Qin Meng straightened up.

My head doesn't hurt anymore, my vision is normal, my limbs are normal, and the furnace is normal.

It took less than an hour, and the effect of dietary therapy was indeed better than waiting.

He looked around; the ruins were filled with the silhouettes of hunting dogs, and in the distance, more trampled people were crawling out of the cracks in the streets.

Qin Meng stretched his neck, turning it left and right, and his cervical spine made a series of cracking sounds.

It's time to eat properly.

He chose a direction.

Due north, the area with the highest density of hunting dogs.

Without even taking a step into the air, Qin Meng started running directly on the rubble of the ruins. It only took him two steps to accelerate from zero to supersonic speed, and on his third step, he crushed an entire roadbed plate.

In the fourth step, he plunged into the outer perimeter of the pack of hounds.

Eleven hunting dogs pounced at the same time.

Qin Meng didn't stop; he continued fighting while running.

With a horizontal swing of his left fist, the fist swept across the sides of the three hounds. Under the sweep of 1,300 points of force, the horny exoskeleton felt as if it had been crushed by a steamroller, and the entire torso folded inward from the middle.

Fragments of bone and entrails were sent flying, smashing through an already crumbling brick wall.

He reached forward with his right hand, his fingertips gripping the throat of the fourth hound.

Using the momentum of its running, swing its entire body like a hammer.

A 300-kilogram hunting dog carcass crashed into its pack, creating a bowling ball effect—seven dogs were knocked to the ground.

Qin Meng kicked them one by one.

The sound of the boot soles stepping on the horny exoskeleton was as dense as a machine gun.

Each step created a half-meter-deep pit, the bottom of which was covered with dark green mud.

Eleven, thirteen seconds.

not enough.

The appetite of the antimatter furnace grew even larger after being stimulated by a Trampler Core.

The energy density of an ordinary hunting dog is no longer sufficient to meet its threshold; eating it is almost like drinking soup.

He wants to find the tramplers.