The Tyrant forced the iron gate open and appeared in the lobby. Raising its head to the sky, it let out a bellow so loud that the reverberation nearly burst the eardrums of the survivors.
This thing was an abandoned biochemical monster, imprisoned in a cultivation tank all along. To create more trouble for the enemy, the anti-government forces let it loose.
A single Tyrant could overrun a fully armed squad with its firepower. Standing over three meters tall, its gray-white skin was peeling off, revealing robust muscles, resembling a steel tower. It could withstand a tank, and on its right hand, each finger had evolved into a claw, the tips sharper than military knives, leaving deep indentations when dragged across metal walls.
The massive heart was exposed on its surface, surrounded by thick interwoven arteries, through which one could see the blood rushing, providing enormous power.
