Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 209 Third Form

Mu Xiang reached out and grabbed the tentacle, then stomped his right foot, knocking Jill to the ground.

A powerful pulling force came from behind. If it were a struggle, Mu Xiang could easily pull the other party over... But this was a train transporting survivors. If he did that, the entire carriage behind would be lost.

Subways in the last century were much slower than they are today, but passing by the platform was still a blink of an eye. Suddenly, the train's speed decreased abruptly; something was dragging it from the outside!

Seeing that the pierced window was about to be completely deformed, Mu Xiang relaxed and jumped out of the broken window.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. After Mu Xiang jumped off the train by grabbing the tentacles, the train continued to speed forward and immediately passed the station.

"Don't let your guard down, the Trackers and the Tyrant can easily catch up with the subway!"

As Mu Xiang tossed the object outwards, he muttered a phrase to himself before kicking it back onto the platform.

"Damn it, what kind of bastard is joining in the fun!" Mu Xiang roared. Being attacked at this time, although expected, still made him furious.

If he hadn't been there to protect Jill, she would have been dead!

Mu Xiang didn't realize that his eyes had changed... not blank, but an indescribable excitement.

With a clench of the hand that was holding the tentacle, the brown, slimy tentacle snapped off, spurting out a murky liquid that seemed to be mixed with something else.

Without any foothold, the brown mass of flesh was thrown out, breaking two support pillars before crashing into the opposite track.

Two rockets struck Mu Xiang's back, paused slightly, and then burst into dazzling flames, engulfing Mu Xiang in them.

The two pursuers, each wielding a rocket launcher, opened fire on Mu Xiang along the original track. Behind them, more than ten bio-weapons sped past at unimaginable speeds, continuing their pursuit of the moving train.

Researchers in Europe were watching the surveillance footage of the two incidents. When they saw the figure engulfed in flames, they cheered inwardly... The last time the rocket attack was carried out, this person caught the target directly, but this time it finally hit the target, and with two rockets at that!

The surveillance footage cut off again the next moment.

Mu Xiang swung his blade, and the blade light that swept across the entire underground space flashed like a bolt of lightning, splitting the heads of the two trackers open at the same time, without even a splatter of blood and flesh... because they were all annihilated in the blade light!
After unleashing that extremely violent strike, Mu Xiang's eyes regained their clarity. He paused slightly, then looked at the two-handed longsword in his hands…

"It really worked..." Mu Xiang sighed inwardly. His unintentional attack had actually pulled him out of his killing frenzy. It seemed that the prelude to the genetic berserk state was a piece of cake for Ji Yue.

Should I keep my knife with me at all times from now on...?

Mu Xiang pondered for a moment, then turned to look at the brown mass of flesh that had crawled out of the tracks.

This should be the third form of the Tracker. After suffering severe damage, its self-healing ability overexerted itself, causing it to completely lose control of its physical body.

After being kicked away by Mu Xiang, the lump of flesh was surprisingly undamaged. According to Mu Xiang's estimation, that kick would have been enough to cut any Tracker or Tyrant in two.

Clearly, while this state of the Tracker had lost its potential as a bio-weapon, its strength had increased considerably… no wonder it was a constant presence throughout the game. Mu Xiang was wondering how much flesh this Tracker had devoured to evolve to this level when the mass of flesh before him trembled and suddenly expanded. Disordered flesh surged forth, either flowing across the ground in a near-liquid form or intertwining into tentacles that climbed upwards.

In just a second or two, the platform was transformed into a rolling, brown mass of flesh, with brown blood and gore covering the floor, ceiling, and steps leading to the ground.

Mu Xiang surveyed the mass of flesh and blood… This was the result of the Trackers, or rather, the parasites, devouring the flesh and blood of others. The Trackers' own flesh and blood were roughly intertwined with the flesh and blood of other zombies and even the Tyrant, as if it were a hastily prepared product. In many places, various limbs and organs could be faintly seen; and in the center of this mass of flesh and blood were several conspicuous heads.

These heads must have come from the slain tyrants and trackers; they surround a deformed head… Mu Xiang glanced at it and immediately knew that this must be the original.

Because only the lower half of the mouth on this head was barely normal, the rest of the head was growing in a completely haphazard way... It was probably because the head of the previous tracker had only healed a small part before it completely lost its order, and after its disordered self-healing, it became an aggregate of tumors and tentacles.

Compared to this grotesquely deformed head, even the Tracker's original appearance seemed dignified and solemn.

The spreading flesh and blood surged towards Mu Xiang's feet, but stopped at a certain distance, only tumbling chaotically, as if an invisible barrier was preventing them from moving.

It was truly "within reach." As long as flesh and blood transformed into tentacles, they could touch Mu Xiang, but even as they piled up and expanded in place, they did not cross the line.

The subway station was not sealed off, so zombies outside would occasionally fall down the stairs, landing in the churning flesh and blood, and then be silently swallowed up.

That previous lump of flesh was composed of countless bodies... The density of this flesh was unimaginably high, so when Mu Xiang kicked it, it only flew away.

The lump of flesh was just a walking cocoon; what is unfolding now is its true form.

but……

“The level is too low.” Mu Xiang muttered to himself, “The Tracker itself is a second-tier combat force. It only reached the third-tier combat force by relying on disordered evolution and sheer numbers… but the level of its flesh and blood is still too low.”

At Mu Xiang's current level, he can easily see through the strength of most enemies... Although there is no specific data, he can judge the opponent's level just by feeling.

The third-form stalker in front of him is more than enough to be a boss in a horror movie... but it's not enough for Mu Xiang.

As the attack stalled, more flesh and blood gathered around these heads, then blossomed into a brown, fleshy flower… The jagged tentacles were stems and leaves, while the segments of arms wrapped in broken bones were outstretched petals. When all these forms coalesced, the deformed head at the heart of the flower roared silently at Mu Xiang.

"Finally, the transformation is complete..."

"Let me finish off the vital organs with one strike."

A sinister smile appeared on Mu Xiang's lips, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared, as if the smile had been drawn away and traveled down his face, neck, and arms, all the way to the Jiyue in his hand.

The next moment, a golden and silver light shone in this foul-smelling, dim underground space, becoming the only source of light... A strong wind howled, as if countless trains were suddenly speeding past on the tracks.

When the light faded, all the flesh and blood fell silent... their cores had been erased.

(End of this chapter)