Chapter 178: Lead and Silver Coins (32)

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Chapter 178: Lead and Silver Coins (32)

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"The sniping The sniping has stopped!"

"Remove all covers! Call out the numbers on this channel for any positions with live chargers and batteries!"

"Gun 27! Operational!"

"Gun 9 is half destroyed!"

"Gun 3 is operational!"

"Gun 42! It has the capacity for 23 more rounds!"

"No need to aim, just shoot as much as you can! Clear the space!"

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"Eye of ours, the preparation of the box is complete."

"The boundless abyss we couldn't see the end of, its finally before us. What about the sheeps evacuation?"

"It's done. The cave we prepared for this moment will be safe."

"And the battle situation?"

"As they said. After many sacrifices, Dome's flock has gained the upper hand."

"Good. Then, is the martyr ready to open the box?"

".Gloriously so."

".Youve been through a lot, Shepherd Bernard."

"Don't mention it. To be the fertilizer of the new world is indeed an enriching task."

"I had hoped you would remain as a shepherd to the sheep."

".Please take good care of my children. Eye that lights the way."

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"Mikhail Pletnev."

"Ashfield. As always, I end up meeting you in front of my mens corpses."

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"Ugh, huff! The Chief of District 38 Enforcement Department running in the field. Isnt that a bit too much?"

"I'm short-handed facing the Raptor's Swarm Alpha, calling it too much is hardly fitting."

Thud- Roll.

Boom!

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Ratatat-

".Damn it! Why are you doing this! Out of all the crazies here, you're the only one who should be caring for Dome! If we leave it to those mad zealots, do you know what might happen?"

Tatatang!

"Yes. That's why I must kill you quickly and then handle them as well!"

"Damn, really havent changed a bit-!"

".As the head of the Executioners, I will commence the execution of the criminal who burned 2,400 citizens in District 52 Dome four years ago."

Before the sound itself, a bloodbath burst like fireworks in the distance.

A bloodbath spreading like an invisible tsunami, indistinct between human or mutant.

It was fortunate in a way. Because I was so intently watching this chasing zombie tiger, I saw the rapidly approaching bloodbath in time.

As heads exploded around, and I saw a relatively intact Type 2.5 mutant fall, I immediately maxed out the output of my bubble shield.

-Creeeek!!!!!

"Grrrrrrr!!!"

A bizarre noise piercing the lungs. And the ensuing indescribable pain.

It felt like splitting open the back and scraping the spine with a knife. No, like embedding blades under all fingernails and digging the earth barehanded, or flaying the skin and plucking each nerve to grind in a mortar, dragging me towards death, to death, to death.

Crrrick!

[Get a hold of yourself!]

"Coughhh! Huff, huff!"

I almost got caughtbreathing out the breath I didn't even realize I was holding.

The sharp sensation of biting the flesh inside my mouth brought back consciousness. The pain of reality and the pain of illusion alternately pulling at my awareness, and the thick scent of blood made my head spin.

"In the end, you use it. Orpheus A kind of device that cannot differentiate enemies. I was somewhat relieved knowing that but it seems you dont care about such things."

Whatever preparations had been made, what I heard far from within Dome 38 was completely different from experiencing it. The hallucinations that burrowed into my head mocked the name of the bubble shield, which was supposed to completely block external influences.

The battlefield, once filled with screams and explosions, had now turned into a bizarre scene filled with strange melodies, the sound of exploding heads, and the sound of falling beings.

"Grrrrrr. Grrrung!"

Sssssh!

Bulu, pursuing from behind, was also profoundly affected. Exposed to the effects of Orpheus without the shield's filter like me, he appeared to have lost his mind severely, though he hadn't died.

"Get out of my way Remove that face immediately! I have overcome you! I am no longer the wretched one clinging to life in the past! You cannot mock me with that face! I am not you! I am Bulu, the Tiger, not just some residue of memories spawned from regret!!!!"

Sssssh! Sssssh!

As he tore off the human-like skin with his own hands, the rotted flesh of a fierce beast was exposed. Bulu was fiercely scratching at the illusions unfolding before his eyes.

Whatever it is. This is an opportunity. The very opportunity I've longed for.'

While normal mutants had become headless corpses, the Type 2.5 ones had only fallen and were showing minor movements. Some were already beginning to rise, clearly indicating a forthcoming offensive.

On the other hand, the situation in our own encampment was grave. In the ongoing fierce battle, either all shield batteries had been depleted, or remaining personal batteries had been connected to the equipment, leaving soldiers to fight unprotected. Most of the soldiers in the formation had died, and some of them were rising as Type 2.5 or even Type 3 mutants.

Only the soldiers near the maximally powered equipment shield, intended to protect the remaining gear, had survived.

A single operation had reduced a large-scale war to a minor skirmish.

This is. an ancient strategic weapon.!'

It was not merely killing. It was as if transferring immense pain a sensation indescribable, but I couldn't shake the feeling in my head that this sensation originated from someone else's experiences.

The original purpose of Orpheus's development. And, the technology of the GG development team. This is an item filled with more malice than imaginable.'

Suddenly, it dawned on me that I might be the only one who could stop this on the vast battlefield.

Our allies had suffered nearly total annihilation.

Friends whose life or death was uncertain.

In contrast, I was very accustomed to the crushing pain, had a secondary personality like Hyde trying tirelessly to normalize consciousness in my head, possessed individual combat power equivalent to a squad or a company, and had the strength to shatter alloy equipment.

I never believed in fate, but I had to be thankful for this moment's fortune.

If such a thing were wielded by the wrong hands, it could truly bring about the world's end.

As I approached, pain that seemed to chill to the bone surged, and each time, memories of people I had encountered flashed by like a zoetrope. People from Dome 38 and 47. Faces unknown but those I had spent years with in chat rooms of District 47. President Young. The Investigation Bureau people. Ezel. Vex. Ian. Dana.

".The one in good shape should carry the burden."

There was no profound meaning. I simply disliked the thought of surviving alone.

Crack!

A sensation of twisting joints. It was refreshing in a while, but not as intense as during my Hero Professor' days.

Throb!

The fresh sensation of teeth being pulled out and gums being ground down. It briefly made my vision blur, but I gritted my teeth, substituting groans.

Dragging my tattered body and legs heavy as lead, I continued toward the altar.

-Boom.

Piercing the silence, an explosion like a salute resounded from a distant rock hill.

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