People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 161 Good Sleep Quality

The monsters and mutants, like a pack of mad dogs, charged forward again, howling.

Suren took a deep breath and gripped the Wind and Fire Twin Blades in reverse with both hands.

At this moment, the magic power within his body was released without reservation, flowing continuously into the twin swords.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!"

The two brothers, who were questioning Suren's escape just a second ago, simultaneously let out excited shouts the moment they felt this pure magic flow into them.

"It's been so long since I've tasted such pure magic! Master, are you perhaps that old Spartan's illegitimate son, lost to the mortal realm?"

Blazing flames and sharp wind blades appeared on the two swords, but they were eventually tainted by a magical power, and at the same time, purple magical flames ignited.

"That's enough! We're full! Let's focus on our work!"

A moment later, both knives simultaneously let out a loud burp and shouted.

Suren completely ignored their words.

While dodging monster attacks, he continuously compressed magic into the blade.

"Enough! I said enough! I don't want magic anymore! The blade is going to expand!!!"

"Oh my god! I'm going to be filled to the brim! Bro, I'm going to burst!"

As the magic power increased, the two brothers lost all interest in joking and could only scream in agony.

Her voice was broken and even trembled with sobs, as if she was really about to be broken by Suren.

The surface of the blade gradually cracked, and a blinding purple light shot out from the cracks. Suren's eyes narrowed, and he jumped into the air and began to spin at high speed.

As the two brothers screamed in their final moments, a giant tornado, over ten meters tall and formed from purplish-black flames and wind blades, gradually took shape in the corridor, filling the passageway.

"Boom—"

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The fiery tornado swept through the entire corridor with overwhelming force, destroying the walls and pipes in its path and exposing the concrete walls underneath.

The mutants and demons at the forefront were caught in the tornado and didn't last even half a second. They were shredded into pieces by the gale and burned to ashes by the flames.

The storm subsided, the air currents dissipated, and the corridor was revealed.

The surrounding area was a mess, with large sections of the walls damaged, and overhead wiring pipes broken and hanging down, occasionally bursting into sparks.

A pungent stench filled the air.

"Trial cards are still the best."

Suren glanced at her empty hands and thought to herself, "I'm not afraid of damage. I can just replace them after I'm done with them, which saves me the trouble of maintenance."

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The twin blades shattered and disappeared after unleashing the tornado.

He glanced at the charred corpses scattered on the ground and sighed.

Although there are many of these mutated monsters, they give you nothing when you kill them, not even points.

After finishing off a few monsters that weren't quite dead yet and were convulsing wildly, Suren kicked aside the severed limbs blocking her way and walked down the corridor.

At the end was an iron gate, with an indicator light flashing on it.

"laugh"

As soon as he pushed it open, a large amount of chemical mist instantly sprayed out from the surrounding walls, and ultraviolet rays swept over his head, washing away the bloody smell that clung to him.

After disinfection, the main door in front slowly slid open.

Judging from the appearance, this is the lowest level of this experimental base.

The space below is not large; it is just a wide, circular area.

In the very center of the venue stands a huge mechanical device, about two stories high, encased in a glass dome, with countless cables of varying thicknesses extending from all parts of the venue and connecting to the device.

Inside the glass enclosure is a core that closely resembles the shape of a human brain, with cables connecting to devices wrapped around its surface like blood vessels.

Six small culture chambers were distributed around the perimeter of the mechanical device.

Suren stepped forward to take a look.

Inside each glass capsule lies a human being.

These people had their skin cut open, and their bodies were covered with holes of all sizes, through which countless red and blue tubes were inserted.

The largest and thickest cable was inserted into its head, connecting to the enormous mechanical brain in the center.

The liquid in five of the chambers was murky, and the human bodies inside had suffered severe deformities and decay, and were already dead.

Only the liquid in the last glass chamber was relatively clear, and inside it was a emaciated man whose chest rose and fell slightly.

Several human corpses lay in front of the control panel at the edge of the site.

Their limbs were broken, bones pierced their skin, and their heads were twisted so that they were facing backwards.

On the ground next to her, Ida lay down, sleeping soundly.

"It seems this is the place where Valrid is made."

Everything outside exists solely to serve this place.

Suren stepped forward, wanting to check on Ida's condition first.

This woman was hiding many secrets; it's a pity she died like this.

"Splash!"

Just then, several iron chains suddenly shot out from the surrounding void.

Suren paused, then slashed down with his sword.

"clang"

The chains were parried and severed, but were eventually retrieved.

Nailhead, holding the magic box, slowly emerged from the shadows.

Beside him, several monks who had just been killed by Suren also walked out one by one.

"Made so fast?"

Suren looked at these things and raised an eyebrow.

These monks can only be created by Leviathan.

Leviathan is not a mythical deep-sea monster.

In some ancient doctrines, it is the ruler of a region in hell, representing jealousy.

It envies the freedom and infinite possibilities that life possesses, and it envies humanity's ability to feel temperature, have emotions, and reproduce.

Therefore, it desires to shatter everything in the world, strip them of their will, and reassemble flesh and blood into an absolutely unchanging shape.

Nailhead and these monks were evangelists created by Leviathan to spread these ideas.

"To some, we are demons; to others, we are angels."

Nailhead's face was completely expressionless.

"You're talking nonsense again."

Suren, not wanting to listen to his philosophy, suddenly sprang forward, brandishing his knife and charging at Nailhead.

Just as his long sword was about to be drawn.

A dark shadow streaked across the sky.

Suren reacted extremely quickly, gripping the long sword with both hands and holding it horizontally in front of his chest to block.

"clang!"

A tremendous force traveled along the blade.

The shadowy figure collided with the blade, retreated immediately upon contact, and vanished into thin air after creating distance.

Suren stood up, looking at the spot where the shadow had disappeared, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"This is Valrid?"

He stared at the nail head and asked in a cold voice.

Upon hearing this, Nailhead's face displayed an expression of reverence.

It tilted its head back, opened its arms, and proclaimed: "This is the most extreme pain in the world. The human body is too fragile, but this ultimate incarnation born from pain can bear supreme blessings."

Nailhead gently stroked the magic box in his hand, regaining his composure: "I'm fascinated by this pain—"

Seeing the look of enjoyment on their faces, Suren asked again, "How did you create this thing?"

"Humans—an apostle has found us."

Nailhead didn't seem to mind sharing the secret.

Or perhaps it is incredibly proud of being able to participate in and create this pure suffering.

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