Apocalypse: The White Moonlight Became a Possessive Mad Dog

Kill everyone.

Tang Qiao, or rather this inhuman creature before us, has advanced to the level of a god after two months of inhuman torment.

Pan Taining recklessly stacked all elemental abilities onto Tang Qiao, making him capable of easily destroying half of the Dawn Base.

Tangqiao took a step forward—just one step.

Wherever he went, all the metal came alive.

Countless metals trembled and deformed, screws broke free from the cracks in the wall, steel pipes rose from the ground, and thousands of metal fragments floated in mid-air, like an inverted rainstorm.

The three closest men didn't even have time to blink. Metal pierced their chests, pinning them to the ground.

boom!

The person closest to Tang Qiao turned into a blood mist without warning, his body went limp and he collapsed, leaving only bones supporting a dry skin.

"Elemental superpowers? Pan Taining, the power transfer thing really is true."

One of the superhumans, far from being afraid, laughed greedily a few times.

"Dr. Pan, you've really done a lot of harm."

Pan Taining gave a cold laugh and did not respond.

If SUH-37 makes this matter public, then it would be understandable if the other side turned against them.

After all, this is a shortcut to becoming a god.

Tang Qiao let out a low roar, then used vines and barbed, serrated leaves to slice through another person and charged forward.

The superhumans who had a place in Dawn Base were no pushovers either. They immediately retaliated, and a huge earthen wall rose from the ground, shaking the entire Dawn Base.

Tang Qiao immediately engaged in combat with the group of superhumans.

Although he was of a higher level than these people, it was still somewhat troublesome for him to fight against so many of them. Some of the psychic ability users joined forces to resist Tang Qiao's mind control, while the rest launched a coordinated attack, resulting in a fierce battle.

Pan Taining sighed and slowly stepped forward.

He used his psychic abilities to control the unarmed survivors watching the spectacle, causing them to uncontrollably walk towards his blade.

The superhuman, who was locked in combat with Tang Qiao, didn't even have time to sheathe his sword before taking a life.

"Pan Taining! You bastard! You don't even spare ordinary people!"

Pan Taining seemed to ignore the curses and continued to control these people as they charged toward the blade, one after another, to their deaths.

The sounds of wailing and screaming blended together.

Ordinary people without superpowers can only watch helplessly as they are pierced by vines, struck by lightning, burned by flames, and riddled with holes.

Pan Taining needs the sacrifice of ordinary people to distract the other side.

Anyway, people without superpowers are just dregs eliminated by this evolution, and there's no value in keeping them around.

The crowd scattered and fled, and those who had come with the intention of watching the spectacle deeply regretted their actions.

They didn't believe it at first; they didn't believe that the kind and friendly Colonel Sanders would use people with superpowers for human experiments and would dig out the crystal core from the hearts of people with superpowers.

But now, they have no choice but to believe it.

Pan Taining has truly gone too far this time, and he's going to take everyone's lives.

They couldn't escape Pan Taining's sight at all. Those who tried to escape would come back to their deaths.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Tang Qiao lunged at the crowd once again.

He no longer needs any skills.

Tangqiao is like a bulldozer; it crashes in, runs over, and tears apart with a flick of its wrist.

He forcefully pressed one person's head into his chest cavity with vines, and tore another person in half, his intestines spilling out onto the ground.

Eight lives lost in less than ten seconds.

Pan Taining stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, looking around as if searching for something.

His lab coat was splattered with blood, a large patch that ran from the hem all the way down to his knees.

He glanced down, then continued walking forward, his white figure standing out starkly against the horrific scene.

Behind him, a superhuman who wasn't quite dead was lying on the ground, using his last bit of strength to grab onto his trouser leg.

"Why...?"

Pan Taining stopped.

He looked down at the blood-stained face; it belonged to a new superhuman in the Bureau of Superhuman Control.

A young man full of passion.

Pan Taining thought for a moment, then squatted down, leaned close to the man's ear, and spoke in a gentle tone as if he were comforting an injured child.

"How can you say that? Low-level ability users should be happy to be used like trash."

He stood up and pulled out his trouser leg.

The person stared wide-eyed, then slowly stopped breathing.

A light-colored shadow flashed by, and Pan Taining looked up to see Su Han not far away.

Su Han, dressed neatly and smartly, was squinting as she looked at him.

Pan Taining saw many emotions that should not have appeared in the eyes of this experimental subject.

"SUH-37." Pan Taining smiled, his wrinkles crinkling together like an old man seeing his grandchild. "Truly worthy of being the best experimental subject in Project Nirvana."

Su Han's gaze swept lightly over Pan Taining before she turned and walked towards Tang Qiao.

Pan Taining was completely ignored.

Pan Taining imagined what it would be like to meet SUH-37: disappointment, anger, or perhaps even direct confrontation.

He never expected that this ignorant and arrogant experimental subject would dare to completely ignore him.

He wanted to kill SUH-37.

"SUH-37, come here!"

Pan Taining shouted, but his voice was interrupted by a loud noise that appeared out of nowhere.

The concrete fragments in front of him suddenly exploded without warning, covering him in rubble and dust.

Pan Taining's pupils suddenly contracted.

There was another person in the open space between him and Su Han, who happened to block his view.

There were no signs, no sound of air being cut, and no fluctuations of supernatural power.

This person just appeared out of nowhere.

The man's dark eyes were unfathomable, his face expressionless, with only a faint golden light at the ends of his hair and an elusive divine aura that sent chills down one's spine.

"Your opponent is me."

Shen Chengyin said coldly.