People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

The middle-aged man was deathly pale. He looked at the monsters soaking in formaldehyde and snatched the camera from Clancy's hand.

"Is your brain filled with shit?! This is a secret military location! Not one of those haunted houses you usually explore!"

Even if you capture some earth-shattering scoop, would you dare release it?

Andrei launched into a tirade against Clancy.

He turned to Suren and said, "Should we go back? We've already filmed enough footage. This isn't a place for us. If we go any further and get caught by the authorities, we'll all die here!"

Seeing that nothing had happened, Suren turned back to continue reading her diary:

"I didn't stop you. You can choose to stay here, or you can walk back down the stairs yourself."

"However, if you're unlucky and encounter a lone monster during this time, things could get complicated."

He paused, then continued, "I read in the experimental records that there's a kind of insect that likes to crawl onto people's heads and eventually control their nervous system."

Upon hearing this, Andrei recalled the scene in his mind, shuddered, and obediently shut his mouth.

After searching the hall, the group found nothing else of value.

Suren turned off the terminal and continued walking inside.

Pushing open the fire door leading to the third basement level, it seemed that this was already the lowest level of the base.

What comes into view is a dimly lit corridor with flickering lights.

The walls on both sides were stained with blood, and several corpses wearing blood-red coats lay on the ground.

What terrified Andrei and the others was that a fleshy worm was crawling on their heads.

"WTF! What on earth did they do down there?"

The old woman carefully poked the bodies with the gun barrel, and only after finding them dead did she breathe a sigh of relief and curse.

Nevertheless, they carefully bypassed the corpses and followed behind Suren.

Pushing open the gate, the sight before them once again made them gasp in shock.

This is a vast underground space that seems to stretch as far as the eye can see; it appears the military has completely hollowed out the entire underground area.

The corpses of various alien monsters were piled up densely, forming a carpet of blood and flesh.

At that moment, a strange spatial fluctuation swept in like a tide.

This fluctuation made Andrei and the others feel a tightness in their chests, as if a stone was pressing down on them, making it impossible to breathe.

"Damn it!"

Andrei clutched his chest, his face contorted in pain, and couldn't help but curse.

A moment later, the fluctuations disappeared, and they were slightly out of breath.

Suren felt nothing about it.

He looked up.

Countless thick cables hung haphazardly in the air.

The cables, like blood vessels, converge from all directions and eventually connect to a machine in the distance.

The back of the machine was filled with complex instruments and coils, while the front shone with a blinding light.

It faces the wall and continuously transmits energy pulses.

On the wall opposite the machine, there was a crack that stretched for several meters.

As the pulse was transmitted, the crack seemed to be stretched open, slowly spreading outwards.

Suren's gaze narrowed slightly.

This must be the device that person was talking about; destroying it will end this disaster.

"Suren! There seems to be a control panel over there!"

Amanda's voice came through, pointing to a platform high up on the right, where there were several computer terminals.

Before Suren could respond, his expression changed slightly, and with a flick of his right hand, Alastor, crackling with lightning, appeared in his hand.

"Get out! Now!"

Before he could finish speaking, a huge black shadow fell from the sky like a meteorite.

"Pfft!"

With a squeaking sound of decompression, the piled-up corpses on the ground were crushed and burst open by the dark figure.

Blood and bits of flesh flew everywhere.

Only when the rain of blood fell from the sky did this terrifying monster fully reveal itself to everyone.

This is a deformed monster that is three or four stories tall.

Its lower body has several segmented limbs, like a giant spider, and green venom drips continuously from its abdomen.

The monster's upper body was that of a lobster covered in a slate-gray shell, with two huge claws hanging in front of it.

"hiss!"

The lobster monster let out a shriek, its giant claws snapping open and crashing down towards Suren and the others!

"Good luck to you!"

Suren let out a low shout, his body advancing instead of retreating, his legs suddenly exerting force, his whole body turning into a blur as he rushed forward.

"boom!"

The giant claw slammed down on the spot where he had just been standing, cracking the floor.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Suren lightly touched the ground with his feet and stepped directly onto the lobster monster's limbs to move upwards.

He ran to the monster's waist, used the momentum to push off, gripped Alastor tightly with both hands, and prepared to take advantage of the gap in the monster's attack to cut off the giant claw with his sword.

However, despite its enormous size, this monster was surprisingly quick to react.

Another intact giant claw, carrying a foul stench, swept in from the side.

Seeing that his route was blocked, Suren tapped his foot in the air, and a ripple of magic spread out. He leaped up again, creating distance behind him.

But before he could even land, the monster had no intention of letting him leave so easily.

Its mouthparts suddenly opened, making a gurgling sound.

"You...you're not going to spray ink, are you?!"

As Suren watched the other party's poised stance, the fear of being dominated by that old thief in his past life instantly resurfaced in his mind.

Sure enough, a jet of water with a pungent odor, like a high-pressure water gun, shot out from the lobster monster's mouth.

With nowhere to hide in mid-air, Suren could only adopt a defensive stance as the ink approached him.

"Buzz—"

A layer of magical shield formed in front of him.

The ink bounced back with even greater force the instant it hit the shield.

"Aww!!!"

The monster screamed as it was hit by its own venom.

The black liquid, which can even corrode alloys, instantly burned large, uneven wounds on its shell.

The intense pain caused its body to arch backward, and the ink it was still spitting out of its mouth sprayed uncontrollably upwards.

"Sizzle—"

Above, several cables connected to the core device were swept away and instantly severed.

Sparks flew, and the light emanating from the device in the distance dimmed slightly.

"Go and turn off the device."

Suren landed and turned back to shout to Andrei and the others who were hiding behind cover.

He charged forward again, sword in hand, and engaged the chaotic monster in fierce combat.

In the corner, Clancy's legs went weak as he held up the camera. The battle scene before him, comparable to a Hollywood blockbuster, filled him with immense excitement.

The white-haired old lady remained very calm.

She crouched behind cover, holding the assault rifle she had picked up, squinting as she tried to help Suren and ease the pressure.

Suren rushed forward, but instead of fighting head-on, he used his speed advantage to move nimbly between the monster's eight spider legs.

He would cut off each leg he passed.

The Alastor in his hand drew streaks of lightning in the dim space.

Soon, Suren severed all eight spider legs of the lobster monster's lower body.

Moreover, this monster seems to lack resistance to lightning-attribute attacks; each time it is hit, it will fall into a brief state of paralysis and stiffness.