BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Chapter 425 The Situation Outside

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In the blink of an eye, the beast's sinewy, purple arm shot out, snagging Samuel by the waist.

The old warrior didn't have a moment to react, the sudden grip of the monstrous creature freezing him in his tracks. In a bone-chilling silence, the monster's grasp grew tighter, and then, with a thunderous roar, it hurled him away.

Samuel's body soared through the air, tossed like a discarded toy by an angry kid.

The air around him was thick with an unsettling stillness as he soared through the dark room. Every gaze followed his path as he collided with the icy, metallic walls of the laboratory. The sound reverberated through the chamber, shaking the very air within.

The moment his stone armor met its match, it shattered into pieces, revealing his vulnerable form as he slid down the wall and collapsed onto the floor.

The broken pieces of his protective shell lay scattered, reflecting the dangerous nature of the situation. The setting was like a dark and twisted artwork. A brave warrior lay on the ground, his broken defenses scattered around him. The only light came from faraway torches, casting an eerie glow.

Samuel lay there, struggling to catch his breath as the dust slowly descended. His chest heaved, each breath growing more difficult than the one before.

Crimson liquid oozed from the edge of his lips as the creature cast an eerie gaze upon him, its steps unsteady as it approached the elderly farmer. Samuel's eyes, filled with pain, still burned with unwavering determination, a resolve that refused to fade away.

That was quite the burden... Samuel grumbled, his words escaping his blood-stained lips as he struggled to rise.

His voice reverberated, filling the quiet room with a powerful resonance that hinted at his unwavering strength. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the creature slowly stumbling towards him.

Samuel's knees gave way, burdened by the heaviness of his body and the wounds he bore. With a strained groan, he hoisted himself up from the ground, his muscles trembling. His body teetered on the edge, a moment of instability as the room whirled into a hazy whirlwind. Yet he found his footing after much effort.

Raising his head, he locked eyes with the fearsome creature, his gaze burning with unwavering resolve. His hands, covered in blood and bruises, were raised in a fierce fighting stance. The thaid let out a wild scream in response.

KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

The room trembled as a bone-chilling roar reverberated within its walls. The creature's eyes burned with a fierce, primal rage.

Samuel remained steadfast and unwavering in his resolve. He stood firm, his gaze fixed on the fearsome creature. The room grew tense as if an electric charge filled the air. And in an instant, Samuel sprang into action, his every movement shrouded in silence.

The seasoned warrior courageously lunged, fearlessly sprinting toward the towering creature. The monstrous creature let out a thunderous roar, confronting him with an overwhelming fury that rattled the very walls.

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Erik staggered ahead, his heart racing in his chest, weaving through the twisting halls of the military base.

The place was so quiet it felt like something was lurking in the shadows. All the kid could hear was his heavy breathing and boots echoing on the old, rusty floor. His weary legs throbbed, and his chest constricted with effort.

His entire being ached for rest, yet he pressed on, compelled to continue. His mana was depleted, yet the notion of Samuel battling the creature alone made him feel worse.

He couldn't resist joining the battle, whether to weaken the beast or improve their odds of victory by slaying the creature.

As the young man escaped the military base, running through its walls ravaged by time and speeding through the corridors littered with abandoned equipment and the remains of soldiers who had long passed, he thought about what the others were doing. Were they fighting? Probably yes, since the human-like Thaid screamed a lot and probably attracted the Acidspitter Arthropods.

The young man moved through the dark with the aid of a biological supercomputer. It had memorized the layout of the military base under Erik's command. The awakener made the right choice, leaving the torch behind to aid Samuel in battling the beast.

As he approached the entrance of the military base, his footsteps boomed, their echoes filling the empty corridors with an eerie presence.

When Erik stepped out of the abandoned military base, a wild and crazy scene overwhelmed his senses. He was right in his earlier conjecture.

Outside the base, a swarm of Acidspitters Arthropods descended upon the area. The piercing cries echoed through the empty streets, bouncing off the abandoned structures and sending a shiver down his spine.

His eyes darted to his comrades in arms, a courageous group of eight locked in a fierce battle against the swarm of creepy crawlies. In the midst of them, he spotted Ethan's slender figure, his youthful countenance twisted with a mix of fright and resolve.

A protective human barrier encircled the base, undoubtedly erected to thwart the monster's advance toward Samuel.

Ethan's voice reverberated through the ancient underground city, a desperate cry bouncing off the metallic walls enclosing them.

"Erik!" he cried out, his eyes filled with terror and resolve as he locked eyes with his fellow villager.

"We need some help here, Erik!" Ethan's voice trembled, breaking through the tumultuous noise of the battlefield, as he cried out once more, his desperation palpable. His muscles trembled, struggling to bear the burden of his mighty weapon.

His footing faltered as the Acidspitters advanced, their sheer numbers appearing never-ending. However, as Erik gazed into his eyes, he detected a glimmer of unwavering determination that could not be snuffed out.

Erik's heart pounded in his chest. He sensed his mana had depleted, rendering him unable to engage in battle as he had in the lab. Yet his comrades called upon him. Samuel yearned for his presence. Luckily, his stats would allow him to fight against the horde of monsters. After all, if he couldn't fight when his mana ended, what was the point in all the training the Red Palace forced him to undergo?

The villagers were in dire need of his assistance. He had no choice but to take action, even if it meant putting his life on the line.

The Acidspitters glided with an eerie, otherworldly elegance, their slender legs making a rhythmic clatter on the rugged terrain as they moved forward. The villagers skillfully dodged the acidic spits, watching as they sizzled upon impact with the ground.

The substance cracked and devoured the ancient flooring. The Acidspitter Arthropods' sole purpose was to eliminate the intruders and feast upon their flesh, lured by the fierce conflict within the military compound.