There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

My movements were not exaggerated, and the wound was barely noticeable, but as the rapier probed into the wound and deftly rotated around, the deformed bones of the giant deep diver's chest and abdomen were torn to pieces along the intricate structural points.

Losing balance in the skeleton is a terrible thing. For humans, once the body's center of gravity shifts, it can cause enormous damage to the spine, ranging from excruciating pain to complete paralysis. And the culprit behind all this is just a small vertebral misalignment.

The body of the giant deep-sea creature is similar; the deformed bones of its chest and abdomen are a complete and complex structure, stacked piece by piece into a shield-like shape to protect the body, with only some less important areas exposed. More importantly, this skeleton connects to the bones of its two forelimbs!

A tremendous pain shot through the Deep One's chest. It discovered that its arms, suddenly numb, had lost all control and hung awkwardly at its sides. This inexplicable situation was clearly beyond its expectations.

But what it didn't expect was that Doranco had already explained the key points of body structure to me. Destruction is always easier than construction, and the simple and easy-to-use techniques for destroying limbs that I have mastered are practically unique in the world.

Dolanko told me that the deep-diving creature's body resembles a type of finned fish, also called a limb-finned fish. Its most distinctive feature is its two dorsal fins, which merge into one large dorsal fin on its back. Its two forelimbs are actually flippers, possessing structural features and relationships completely different from those of terrestrial organisms.

Due to the degeneration of the gill covers, the unsightly wrinkles on the neck are exposed to the air, helping to breathe oxygen. The scales are large and thick, and covered with a layer of enamel, making them difficult to cut with either a knife or an axe.

The only vital point is the long axis inside the body that runs from head to toe, and even includes the long-degenerated tail!

This long axis bone is like the core of the body, bearing most of the pressure and accumulating potential energy to help deep divers leap extremely high.

Similarly, if this bone is broken, the Deep Diver's physical activity will almost stop, directly reducing it from a powerful creature that can go anywhere to a Magikarp level that can only use "Splash"!

"System, I have a brilliant idea. What do you think of it?"

I muttered to myself, trying to communicate with the colonist system and implement my battle plan. I didn't know if it would work, but it was the only thing I could do right now. In counterattack mode, most actions were system-programmed; I wondered if there was a mode where I could actively engage in combat…

My body started moving uncontrollably again.

The colossal deep-dweller let out a mournful howl, and an eerie wave emanated from its body. Its hoarse and unpleasant voice rose and fell, like a demon singing praises to the abyss, luring passing travelers into darkness and joining in a blasphemous revelry.

My head felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer; a metallic, sweet smell instantly filled my nostrils, and something seemed to be struggling and thrashing within my brain, trying to break free of the confines of my skull. I knew this was an illusion caused by a sudden change in intracranial pressure; in reality, it was an invisible mental attack that had struck me.

To the giant deep-diving's disappointment, its sure-fire blasphemous cry failed to achieve its intended effect. The annoying ant before it not only didn't fall, but its movement speed even increased to a new level.

"My mental resistance is stronger than that of ordinary people, and the colonist system is not affected by external interference. These are my advantages..."

As I thought about this, I recalled Dolanco's teachings. He said that once a Deep One uses a mental attack, it means they intend to complete the final test, and if it fails, they will consider escaping.

If it escapes, who knows what insane things that hungry and cruel monster might do? There are still many innocent residents in the town below who are unaware of the danger. No matter what, I cannot let it get away.

"System notification: Enemy detected about to leave the battlefield, pursue?"

A system notification quietly sounded, and a huge dialog box popped up in my field of vision, as if afraid I wouldn't see the option.

"Select command: Pursuit".

"Use charge mode?"

Charge-up mode!

So this mode can be used during combat too?

The horrific consequences of using it last time still flashed through my mind. But if I don't use it now, can I defeat this monster?

"Activate charge mode!"

The familiar explosive sensation surged through my body once more, instantly overshadowing the pain in my head and transforming into a continuous electric shock covering my entire body. I even suspected that the nerve currents in my body were strong enough to charge a cell phone. The muscles all over my body trembled involuntarily, like countless thin ropes twisting into a thick rope, gradually converging upwards from the soles of my feet.

If I'm not mistaken, in charged mode I only have one chance to strike, and I must seize this opportunity...

Chapter 199 Mountain Collapse!

Thirty seconds later, the giant deep-diving creature quietly ceased its mental attack. Judging from its dizzy appearance, using this technique was no easy feat.

It stared in disbelief at the trembling ant in front of it, and for a moment thought that its attack had achieved an extraordinary effect.

However, it's impossible for the results to be outstanding.

Immediately, an uneasy feeling enveloped its heart. A chilling aura seemed to gradually rise from the ant in front of it, and after a few breaths, it almost turned into a terrifying sense of dread that enveloped its entire body.

That terrifying taste that transcends species is the relationship between predator and prey.

How could such a great race as the Deep Ones become prey?

Once such an absurd idea takes root, it cannot be erased. The giant deep-dweller, who had originally decided to flee the battlefield, suddenly stood still due to a conflicting emotion.

On one hand, it already sensed that the ant in front of it was not good food; eating it would not only require a great price, but might even result in it being severely injured and unconscious again. Why not hunt down there, when there was plenty of flesh and blood at the foot of the mountain?

On the other hand, the predator's pride prevented it from moving. Once it fled, a shadow would fall over the heart of this terrifying behemoth, and no amount of killing or devouring could erase such humiliation. The Deep One's cold heart was proud and could not accept such a humiliating escape.

While the Deep One hesitated in place, my power had reached its peak.

Compared to the power-building process during farming, which is limited to swinging a hoe, the power-building in counterattack mode is much longer and more protracted. If the previous power-building was a basin of clear water, then this power-building is a torrent, flowing endlessly from all parts of the body, traveling through the body along mysterious routes, just waiting for the moment of explosion.

The Deep One let out a low growl, its anger finally overcoming its desire to escape. Slowly restoring its dislocated bones, it pushed off the ground with its legs and charged at me like an out-of-control rhinoceros.

But I was no slower than the Deep Diver.

The instant it charged forward, I too vanished into a blur, disappearing from the spot in a mere breath, covering three meters in the blink of an eye, leaving only deep footprints on the ground and a cloud of dust.

"So fast!"

I didn't even expect such speed. The pent-up power erupted like a flash flood, traveling along my legs and striking the ground, propelling me forward.

It seems that the "power-accumulating mode" is not just a technical term, but actually involves accumulating some kind of "power".

When a mysterious power filled my entire body, the pain in my legs seemed less noticeable. In this life-or-death struggle, I couldn't care less about the damage my body might suffer; I was determined to give it my all.

As the smoke cleared, a rapier sprang from my arm armor, deeply embedded in the Deep One's right claw, while my right elbow braced against the monster's backward-growing bone spikes. My left hand gripped the Deep One's tentacle tightly, pinning down a frantically biting mandible just a hair's breadth from my face. Both struggled fiercely, neither able to gain the upper hand, locked in a tug-of-war.

The clash between the troll and me ended in a draw!

However, this head-on confrontation subsequently became ineffective.

I drew my short blade from the Deep One's hand, quickly flicked out the other blade, and slashed at the Deep One's tentacle, cutting the hideous tentacle in two!

As we all know, in a balanced world, if the right side loses power, the monster's left side will inevitably succeed in its attack. However, my advantage lies in my small size and agility. With my strength factor compensated for by the charged attack mode, I am now able to contend with powerful enemies from all angles.

I ducked my right shoulder and ducked my body, dodging the Deep One's claws. Then, I thrust my shoulder forward, tilting the massive monster to one side, its body wide open!

Such an opportunity is once in a lifetime. I put away all the weapons on my arm armor and threw a heavy punch, which landed precisely on the Deep One's sternum.

Unlike ordinary punches, striking is more about the transmission of power, relying on the swing of the arm to transfer the power into the opponent's body without any loss.

With a muffled thud, the Deep One's chest resounded like a broken drum being smashed. A tremendous force, like a torrent, surged through the attack, penetrating the Deep One's chest and abdomen.

A tremendous shock reverberated in his chest cavity, disrupting the internal structure of his distorted internal organs and even displacing the connective tissues that connected them.

The power surged into his chest and abdomen, passed through his internal organs, and instantly burst forth from the back of his body. From behind, one could even see an unusual bulge of muscle!

The giant deep-sea creature was struck hard, all its strength dissipated, and it staggered back two steps, dizziness even causing a temporary loss of mobility.

Because my punch had already passed through the body and struck that central axial bone. The central axial bone, as flexible as rubber, transmitted ripples of vibration. Even if the monster wanted to turn around and counterattack, its movements would be distorted by the vibrations of the central axial bone, making it unable to complete the attack.

I felt a sharp pain in my right arm, probably from the reaction force of the sternum on my muscles and bones. Even with the gentlest possible strike, I experienced this backlash, indicating that unarmed combat was not an option.

The giant deep-sea creature stood shakily, trying to regain its balance. In its hazy eyes, it seemed to see that wretched ant moving again.

This time, it could only raise its arms to block the attack, hoping to withstand Gray's strategy of trading blows until the opponent's body collapsed.

The colossal deep-diving creature was now perched on the edge of the cliff. Its two claws were deeply embedded in the ground, aiding in stabilizing its center of gravity. But a completely different, immense force emanated from its arms, threatening to crush it!

Having risked total physical injury to understand my opponent, I no longer wanted to fight bare-handed. Perhaps sensing my thoughts, or perhaps due to its own analysis that unarmed attacks were ineffective, the Colonizer System ultimately granted my wish, and I walked to the roadside and grabbed a tree with both hands!

My hands were deeply embedded in the tree trunk, my teeth clenched so tightly they almost bled, blood circulated throughout my body, finally rushing to the top of my head, transforming into a tremendous force that, accompanied by the sharp, grating sound of several broken branches and the earth shattering, forcefully uprooted the entire tree from the ground. I took a deep breath and swung the tree heavily onto the Deep One.

"This is my last Ripple! JoJo!"

I felt pain in every muscle in my body. My bones were creaking and groaning from the intense wear and tear. But that savage, domineering power still lingered within me, waiting for my command.

The giant deep-sea creature's forelimb bones shattered upon impact, but it withstood the attack thanks to its grotesque skull.

The second blow devastated the tissues from its shoulder to its chest, shattering the bones in the wounds and sending splattered blood into the air like it was free.

The third attack, which was also the last attack of my charged-up mode, was like a thunderbolt from the heavens! The mountain, which was moist in spring and had somewhat loose soil, actually collapsed under my attack, evolving into a landslide that swept me and the Deep One down the cliff.

Unlike the Deep Ones who panicked, the Colonizer system, controlling my body, didn't hesitate at all. Instead, it changed the position of my grip on the tree in mid-air, like holding a pestle upside down, and we both fell from the sky...

Chapter 200 Dawn Arrives

Not long after I left, Gotz slowly woke up.

The Deep One's bloodline grants him astonishingly fast recovery speed; ordinary injuries heal like a cold or cough, requiring no additional treatment. The truly serious injuries, however, are those unseen, affecting the mind.

Forcing him to transform into a Deep One for two consecutive days severely polluted his mind, filling it with a cold, murderous urge that oppressed his long-held moral compass as a human being.

This torment would only intensify with age, Gotz could only sigh inwardly, reaching out to stroke the long, narrow scar on his back.

That was the mark left when his father accidentally injured him the last time he saw him. Since his father, Dolanco, went into seclusion in the mountains, their communication was limited to the annual visit to Old Yorkson's grave. But behind his savage appearance, it seemed as if he had lost the human emotions he had cultivated in the small town, and harbored another terrifying predatory aura.

That look in his eyes, which regarded everything as worthless, was chilling.

But on that day, what was even more terrifying than the man standing in front of his father, whose face had mutated into a frog-like appearance, was the man who stood before him.

Doranco, who had lost all reason, had eyes filled with a morbid fanaticism. His desire for flesh and blood completely overwhelmed any remaining humanity. As he tried to hook his claws around Gots's back, an ugly man quietly stood behind him, silently confronting his father.

Gots, held captive, saw the writhing green threads in his father's eyes, which gradually faded after a glance at the man. His body trembled uncontrollably like malaria, and the mutated features slowly receded back into his body.

But Gotz never dared to look up at the man until the very end.

Because he knew that what had defeated his father was not warm humanity, but something even more terrifying, deeper, and more indescribable!

…………

Gotz, who had just woken up, found that what had awakened him was not the long-standing nightmare, but a powerful kick from Harris that sent him sprawling to the ground.

The burly Gotz, looking wary, found himself lying naked on the ground, staring at his old friend with the eyes of a victim, his gaze filled with "What did you do to me?"

Harris looked at him with a distraught expression: "Don't think like that! It was all Marcus's doing!"

Gotz's expression grew even more frightened: "I never imagined Marcus was this kind of person!"

"...In a sense, you're not wrong. His perverse sense of humor is beyond my imagination."

Harris gave him a general description of what happened after he was knocked unconscious, and the two fell silent.

“We’ve dragged innocent people into this again,” Gotz muttered, walking into the cave and pulling out an old, dusty miner’s uniform, which he put on nonchalantly.

With the blood of the Deep Ones, he didn't care about trivial matters like wound infection or bacterial growth.

A deafening roar came from outside the cave, followed by violent shaking that reverberated throughout the cave for nearly ten seconds before slowly subsiding.

Harris, who was recuperating in bed, cried out and called out to Gots in the cave.

"Was there an earthquake?" Harris, whose injuries were still severe, was helped out of the cave by Gotz. He looked at Gotz's fully recovered body with envy in his eyes.

Gotz felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze: "Harris, if you keep looking at me like that, I'll throw you out!"