When the mature male vile wolves above the mountain cliff caught sight of the humans at the entrance of the base, drawing spit dripped down their lips as they bared their fangs, with growls rumbling off their throats like thunder.
Suddenly, a Vile wolf couldn't stand it anymore and shot out of the bushes like a bullet. Its sharp paws dug off the ground, occasionally sending clouds of dust as it sped toward the base. Strength rippled through its muscles and its eyes revealing pure madness and blood lust.
Osborn had no desire to let it get closer. He made a hand signal, and a veteran on the sentry post behind him lifted his modified rifle.
Apart from a tiny jutting stick on the barrel of the weapon, there was no scope, neither was there any aiming device on the weapon.
With a massive bang, the bullet drew a straight visible line in the air. Crossing half a kilometer distance, its speed rupturing the air like a meteor.
"Bang!"
It slammed against the wolf's waist first, sending the vile wolf flying into the air, and then a second round followed.
The third bullet completely blasted through its struggling body, creating scorching flames that cooked the bloody mess of the wolf into a barbecue
"Howl!!!"
The remaining rotting wolves were instantly aggravated. The sight of their bloodied fellow didn't make them cower but instead more ferocious.
With berserk howls ringing out from every corner of the depths of the forests, more than twenty wolves dashed out from the forest with speed as fast as a cheetah.
Osborn's modified flintlock moved into position as he commanded, "Fire at will! Don't let those bastards within a hundred-meter radius of the base!"
"Understood!" the more than twenty level-one genetic soldiers answered in response.
A young man that seemed barely twenty with charred lips that was double the size of an ordinary person's licked his lips in fear and excitement as they filled his eyes.
Raising his sniper rifle, his blue colored iris expanded followed by his pupils, covering every edge of his eyes. The figure of a running wolf seem to appear in his eyes.
Raising his rifle, he traced a berserk vile wolf with the muzzle. Suddenly, his shoulders instantly jerked backwards, destabilizing him as he stepped backwards twice to handle the recoil.
"Bang!"
The bullet missed and slammed into the ground, digging a fist-sized hole in the blackish puddle of dirt-infested water. Bright yellowish flint sparked admist the scarlet rays but was quickly dounced by the smelling wet sand.
The battle had quickly begun.
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[Flesh of Mutated beast, Black-scaled Catfish eaten. +1% evolution]
[Flesh of Mutated beast, Black-scaled Catfish eaten. +1% evolution]
The gaseous energy expelled off the meat and tumbled within him, merging along his cells like some sort of parasite, bringing along with it bursts of cool feeling battering against his insides.
The energy from the meat was ethereal and invincible. Steadily flowing out from the meat he had ingested to his flesh, blood marrow, and cells.
Lucifer inhaled deeply and then gulped down all of the flesh from the Black-scaled Catfish.
This time, the feeling was even more intense as it ran through Lucifer seven more times before it stopped. Lucifer emptied his thoughts, only allowing a trace of his mind to observe the state of his body.
He had unlocked the Mutated evolution path and it had increased 11%!
This time, even with his mature countenance to situations, Lucifer couldn't keep his heart from racing violently and his mind from overthinking. This speed was just too fast. At this rate, he just needed at least ten more Black-scale fish to develop one evolution points!
With the shriveled finger, he could literally amass endless amounts of evolution points! All he needed was just time! And if he was diligent, he could even reach the third evolution, becoming a Level three evolved human, curing his illness in the process.
But after a few seconds of letting his imagination run wild, Lucifer shook his head and got rid of the thought. He was thinking too far ahead and his trait was one to expect nothing to avoid disappointment.
Many things could go wrong with his plan not unless he reaches the level of a genetic soldier, able to protect himself.
He managed to calm the thrill of exhilaration that ran through him as he carefully caressed the shriveled finger. He sighed and was just about to pack up his things when a foul stench lightly tickled his nose but then got heavier by the second.
It was at this moment he heard the sounds of gunshots and bells resounding from within the camp, along with the occasional roars and whining of unknown beasts in the vicinity. Lucifer's face turned solemn.
"Something has happened to the base!"
The base wasn't usually this loud and the only time the base was like this was six months ago, a few days after he had arrived at this base. Recollecting the memories of that day, his expression changed drastically.
Noticing the red hue cascading down lik moon rays, he immediately knew what was happening.
Lucifer quickly picked up his pot and other items, about to head inside when he suddenly halted his steps.
With his enhanced senses, he noticed something. Within the bushes, at the corners of his eyes, two red orbs shone like rare orbs, remaining silent within the dark shadows of the surrounding grass,
Lucifer's pupils constricted when he suddenly thought of something.
"Vile Wolf!"
Its red glazed eyes glared menacingly at Lucifer, reflecting the crimson moon's rays with its body emitting a thick air of savagery.
"How exactly did it get here?"
Half of Lucifer's face turned numb while the other half drained of blood!
A Vile wolf, it was actually a Vile wolf! An actual level-one savage beast! This wasn't a savage beast like the Black-scaled Catfish or the Iron-head Ant, but a true bloodthirsty monster with murdering intent and the strength to match it.
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