Clown Game
Chapter 283 - 270: The Return of the Dark Realm (XXV)

Chapter 283: Chapter 270: The Return of the Dark Realm (XXV)

Abraham gasped into the communicator, "Then hurry! This thing seems to be almost taking shape! Who knows what it’ll become when it does!"

Dos said nothing more, but his brows were tightly furrowed. He knew how tough the battle in the city center was. Abraham’s energy was indeed sufficient, but there must be about a dozen field agents gathered there as well, which meant he had to maintain a huge defensive stance to protect everyone else. Otherwise, with his fighting style, it wouldn’t just be the mutants getting scorched.

Level 17! Even having carried out so many Dark Realm missions, mutants above level 15 were few and far between. He was well aware that, with such a rapid aggregation speed, it was nearly impossible to eliminate it now. The people there were throwing everything they had just to buy themselves more time.

The success of this mission, along with the lives of all the survivors, now rested on his shoulders.

Dos didn’t waste any more thought. The invasion point was right in front of him, and he had to clear out this Dark Realm as fast as possible. Otherwise, once the mutant completed its form... perhaps only Abraham and he would have any chance of survival, leaving death as the only path for the others.

He placed his hand beside his visor, adjusting the detection mode before taking a deep breath...

A faint electric current passed by, and the visor lit up slightly.

Dos activated the invasion point detection system. It was a cutting-edge technology laboriously developed by the research division, allowing visibility of the invasion points within a certain range. However, it also consumed a lot of energy... This consumption shared the same source as the portable protective force field, meaning if he kept this detection mode on too long, once the energy was exhausted, he would be exposed within the Dark Realm.

But time was of the essence, and he could no longer afford to worry about that. As long as he found the invasion point, everything would be resolved. Therefore, Dos not only activated the detection mode but also switched on the X-ray vision. Everything in front of him turned into pale blue lines—the structure of buildings, faults, and every wall’s steel reinforcements, water pipes, and wires became clearly visible, like the framework of an incomplete virtual world. And within this unreal vision, a glaring light floated in mid-air, scattering white radiance around it.

That was the invasion point.

The moment Dos confirmed the invasion point’s location, he immediately shut off his visor. He stared in one direction, focusing on a building not more than a few hundred meters ahead.

"You... attack the mutants below with all the firepower you’ve got, suppress them even a second if possible!"

Dos shouted at Bai Xiong, then took a few steps back.

"Clear a path!"

He growled, took a few steps to run up, then leapt high with a "bang," crashing towards the direction of the invasion point like a cannonball.

The building’s wall shattered at his impact. Dos rolled on the ground a few times to dissipate his inertia. Just as he was about to sprint forward again, he found that this floor was already filled with dense flesh and blood. Seconds ago, they were waving their bloody tentacles madly, searching for stairs, elevators, or any other openings to spill out, but Dos’s crash had created a big hole in the building. Those disgusting creatures, as if sensing the mutant’s call close at hand, instantly redirected and surged toward the opening.

Dos stood in front of the hole, watching the cramped space within the floor fill with chunks of flesh waving their tentacles and surging towards him like an avalanche, without a hint of panic. With a backward motion, he once again reached behind him and grabbed his long spear...

...

Yes, a spear.

Pathogens filled his sight, the masses of flesh jostled each other with not a gap in sight, like a tsunami... only that those waters needed to be replaced with sticky blood and torn flesh. Add to that the countless wildly waving crimson tentacles.

And Dos had only a spear. Now, his stance suggested he was about to repel the bloody tsunami in front of him with this weapon. Moreover, he couldn’t even allow those tentacles to touch him. While he did have a protective stance and low-level pathogens couldn’t sense his presence, that didn’t mean they would ignore him upon contact. With such a vast number of tentacles, it might only take one touch for him to be instantaneously swallowed whole!

Dos assumed a shooting stance, one that was very standard, very stylish, but in comparison to everything he faced, it made him look like a fool, regardless of the aspect.

And the next moment, Dos fired his gun.

A tiny bullet shot out of the barrel, covered less than 10 meters, severed a twisted tentacle, and buried itself into the mass of crimson behind, then exploded... The blast pushed the surrounding flesh apart, emitting a not-so-dazzling light, which was submerged under the splashing blood before it could fully bloom.

That was a bullet, causing a spurt of blood in an instant... immediately followed by a second one...

Just as the sound of the bullet left the barrel hadn’t yet reached his ears, another unadorned bullet drilled through almost the same spot...

Then the third, the fourth...

It was hard to say how long an instant was— a tenth or a hundredth of a second? In any case, in that instant, the bullets from the long gun sprayed out like a tsunami. Dos’s figure grew blurry, moving at a speed exceeding the limit of sight retention, so fast that it was unclear whether it was an afterimage or his real body. To the naked eye, one could only see the original colors of the human form stretched into elongated, eerie lines. Before him, the fireworks created by the exploding bullets unexpectedly formed a wall laid with "explosions."

I know, "explosions" happen in an instant and are over just as quickly. But, as I said, an instant does have a duration. Dos’s gun seemed to be a bit faster than an instant. The bullets in the gun didn’t seem to need to leave the barrel to take a bow, didn’t need the time to cross the barrel, didn’t need to reload, didn’t need any element that could delay the shooting... It was as if the gun had its own independent passage of time, shaving off and compressing all the remaining moments to release all at once. In short, it completed this situation in front of him in a most illogical way.

The initially overwhelming mass of blood and flesh was forcibly repelled back by an even denser series of explosions. Not a single chunk or drop of blood got past this wall forged out of "instants," let alone those tentacles.

Dos’s actions grew faster, his figure flickered continuously, and the sparks that landed near him seemed to speed up and slow down, as if time itself were twisted out of shape.

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