Chapter 84: Ray vs Black cloaked figure

"Father, he seems to have changed so much," Violet silently thought as she watched her father with his ferocious laugh and greedy eyes.

As far as she could remember, he had been an honest and upright man, a person of principles even during the war....

At least, he hadn't been as crazy and greedy as he was now.

But everything seemed to have changed the moment the apocalypse descended.

Her mother had died, becoming one of the undead, and that was when her father began to shift.

Now, with the bald man and the cloaked figure in the picture, her father had developed a violent tendency, with war and destruction at the forefront of his mind.

He had become increasingly greedy.

There was definitely something wrong. Considering her father's previous temperament, he would never have gone so far for such an unrealistic dream of controlling the Awakeners.

In fact, it felt like he had been targeting Ray specifically ever since his fight with King.

Even though the undead Level Two, Raven, seemed valuable, she felt the cost wasn't proportionate.

Violet had some faint suspicions, but she was powerless to stop it.

"These soldiers are all going to die," Violet thought, feeling a deep sense of helplessness.

This was the remains of the entire army, the entire country's army, and they were all going to die—or at least most of them were.

Even if they managed to kill Ray, what would be the point of it all?

"Miss Violet, why are you in a daze?"

"That is none of your business, Mr. Peter." Violet frowned at the man with brown hair and a long white coat draped over his slightly obese figure.

"Violet, be respectful. He's the one who made the ray gun for us."

"It is my honour, General," Peter bowed his head with a smile. "Although I only possess the E-class skill: Mechanics, I am already a world-class expert. This magical skill has allowed me to create things far beyond what our times could normally produce."

"Hmm," the general nodded approvingly.

Not only was he stunned, but the black-cloaked figure was also frozen in place.

"How did you come out so soon?" the figure asked, disbelief evident in her voice.

"By this," Ray responded, retracting his five fingers into a fist and punching her with all his might.

The sheer force of his punch caused the entire surroundings to tremble, almost as if the very air was being torn apart, before his fist squarely connected with the figure's head.

*Boom!*

The ground shook violently as the cloaked figure was sent hurtling through the air, crushing at least ten soldiers before crashing into the ground.

Ray's gaze shifted to the missiles speeding toward the city, his rage intensifying.

"You dare," he growled, leaping with terrifying speed to intercept the missiles. In the blink of an eye, he destroyed them mid-air.

As he landed back on the ground, squashing numerous soldiers beneath him, he clawed at a nearby tank, hurling it with incredible force toward an approaching helicopter.

In the corner of his vision, Ray caught a faint shadow, but before he could fully focus on it, the world around him erupted into flames. The deafening roar of bombing rang in his ears.

The next moment, Ray took in his surroundings, now a desolate wasteland.

"MK 82 aircraft bomb?" Ray said, his gaze locking onto the low-altitude aircraft circling rapidly above him.

His entire body was scorched, not a shred of clothing or a single hair left unburned even his thick skin was burnt off.

Despite this, Ray's mind remained calm and collected.

His organs were still functioning, rapidly healing, and his heart continued to beat steadily.

Ray's figure blurred as he leaped toward the aircraft with lightning speed.

In one swift motion, he shattered the glass canopy and casually tossed the pilot out.

"Let's see if you like the taste of your own medicine," Ray muttered, his eyes fixed on the camera display showing the black-cloaked figure still lying on the ground.

With no hesitation, he pressed the red button, releasing the bombs.

Boom!