I created a foundation

"The glory of blaspheming flesh and blood!"

Faced with the terrifying blade that was enough to dismember her in an instant, Iwasaki Maika let out a final roar filled with unwillingness and madness.

“Feel the grace of our Lord!”

In the thousandth of a second when the blade of [Yeshai] was about to touch her arm, her hands gave up all defense, suddenly dropped down, and plunged fiercely into the slippery and sticky mud under her feet.

As if to embrace the entire earth.

Time seemed to stop for a moment at this moment.

Followed by.

The entire reservoir, along with the surrounding land within a radius of 100 meters, began to shake violently.

An indescribable will, as if coming from the ancient times, awakens from deep underground.

“Gurgle…Gurgle…”

A strange sound sounded.

Not from Iwasaki Maika's mouth, but from every corner of the entire pool.

The originally dead pond water began to emit turbid bubbles one after another, like a boiling pot of thick soup.

The water temperature is soaring wildly at a speed that violates the laws of physics!

Just one second.

The entire reservoir began to boil violently.

Chapter 145: Flesh and Blood Servant, Thunderous Strike

A hymn to flesh and blood.

That's not water.

It was some kind of thick, boiling soup that smelled of mud and blood.

“Gurgle…Gurgle…”

Dense bubbles surged up from every corner of the reservoir, carrying a sickening stench, as if countless creatures had been cooked alive, rising into the sky. The scorching steam instantly spread, even condensing a layer of mist on the surface of the hovering aircraft.

The temperature readings on the tactical eyepieces of the Foundation's elite soldiers were soaring at an absurd rate.

40...60...80...

Finally, it settled at a boiling point of 100.

This completely violated the laws of thermodynamics. Without an external heat source and no energy conduction, this small pool of water turned into a boiling hellish cauldron the moment Iwasaki Maika's hands plunged into the soil.

Immediately afterwards, an even more horrifying scene occurred.

"Wow!"

A half-cooked loach suddenly jumped out of the murky water, its body twitching violently in mid-air, its skin and flesh being forcibly peeled off and decomposed by an invisible force at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before it even hit the surface, it had transformed into a wisp of purest, wriggling blood-colored tissue.

This is just the beginning.

The land within a hundred meters of the pond seemed to come alive, writhing and churning violently. Beneath the slippery soil, hibernating insects, centipedes hiding in cracks, earthworms buried deep within... all these tiny, humble lives were forcibly awakened by the will from beneath the earth, and then sacrificed.

Their bodies were violently dragged from their hiding places, torn apart, and disintegrated.

The chitinous shell was crushed, the fragile internal organs were squeezed out, and all life substances were reduced to the most primitive flesh and blood materials.

Strands, threads, pieces.

Countless tiny, bright red torrents of flesh and blood, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, or like rivers flowing into the sea, rushed madly from all directions to the center of the reservoir and gathered at the feet of Iwasaki Maika.

In just a few seconds, a terrifying mountain of flesh, made of pure flesh and blood, which was constantly wriggling, changing, and making people SAN crazy, piled up at her feet.

“Hee…hee hee hee…”

A satisfied and delighted laugh escaped from Iwasaki Maika's throat. She raised her head, her face twisted with a fanatical expression, like a mad artist admiring her own masterpiece.

"Do you feel it? This rhythm of life! 063 This hymn of flesh and blood!"

She raised her mud-covered arms high, like a conductor conducting a symphony.

The disgusting mountain of flesh beneath her feet began to multiply and reshape madly in a remarkably regular pattern. Bright red muscle fibers quickly tangled, stretching out the outline of wings; black chitinous material of unknown origin condensed to form a hard skull and mouthparts; and sticky tissue fluid secreted and solidified, transforming into pairs of densely packed compound eyes.

"Om-"

A fist-sized monster made of fresh flesh and blood and a pitch-black shell broke away from the mountain of flesh and flew up, flapping its pair of translucent flesh and blood wings behind it.

"Buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-"

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand!

In just a blink of an eye, the mountain of flesh completely disintegrated and turned into hundreds of flesh and blood creatures that looked like locusts, but were a hundred times more ferocious.

The sound of their flapping wings combined together to form a terrifying noise that made one's scalp tingle and eardrums sting.

"Go, my children!"

Iwasaki Maika gave a sharp command, her face flushed with a sickly color.

"Tear apart the cold steel! Gnaw at the souls of those heretics! Let them feel that flesh and blood are the eternal truth!"

"Buzz!!!!"

The overwhelming swarm of "flesh and blood locusts" was like a red and black cloud of death, instantly covering the sky and launching a fearless charge towards the Foundation's containment forces!

"Activate maximum power energy shield! Free firing!"

The team leader's orders were calmly conveyed to everyone through the tactical channel.

“Sizzle!!!!”

A light blue hexagonal energy shield was deployed on the surface of each soldier.

The next second, the locust swarm arrived.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dense crashing sounds merged into one, like a torrential downpour of flesh and blood, slamming fiercely into the energy shield. Each locust exploded upon impact, transforming into a pool of highly corrosive, acidic blood, which splattered across the shield in ripples.

Although the attack power of a single one is not fatal, the number is too large and endless.

The soldiers' Gauss rifles spewed blue flames, and each precisely calculated bullet could tear through dozens of locusts in mid-air. However, their firing speed was completely unable to keep up with the locust swarm's regeneration speed.

The battle instantly became stalemate.

"Annoying bugs."

A hint of impatience flashed in Busujima Saeko's eyes.

She did not rely on any energy shield, but only relied on the strong body and combat instinct given by [Spirit and Body as One] to move through the locust swarm.

Every swing of her "Yeshai" evoked a pale, brutal, and overbearing flash of blade light. Wherever the blade passed, swarms of locusts were instantly chopped into minced meat.

However, these bugs are far stranger than imagined.

Those chopped pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground, and after just a few squirms, they regrouped into a smaller locust, flapped their wings again, and joined the endless attack queue.

It seems that as long as their "mother" Maika Iwasaki is still standing here, they are immortal.

For the first time, Saeko's breathing became slightly faster.

Her devastating attack was slowed down by the endless tide of flesh and blood, and she fell into a meaningless war of attrition.

"It's useless! It's useless! Hahahaha!"

Iwasaki Maika stood in the center of the boiling pool, arms outstretched, enjoying the pleasure of her creation dragging those "running dogs of order" into the mire.

"In the face of the endless life bestowed by our Lord, your struggle is so ridiculous!"

Her laughter, mixed with the sickening sound of flapping wings, formed a symphony of flesh and madness.

The entire battlefield fell into a strange stalemate.

The rain is still falling.

Lin Qing stood by the pond, his expression unchanged.

Those frantic locusts would mysteriously lose all power when they got within one meter of his body. Like a kite with a broken string, they would fall powerlessly to the ground and turn into a pool of rotten meat that could never be reassembled.

He just watched quietly, watching Busujima Saeko go from being overwhelmingly powerful at the beginning to gradually getting caught up in a fight with the swarm of insects.

It's like enjoying a slightly boring appetizer show.

Finally, he seemed to look.

Lin Qing's gaze passed over the red and black death storm, looked at Busujima Saeko who was enjoying the battle, and spoke calmly.

"Saeko, warm-up is over."

His voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated all the noise and reached Busujima Saeko's ears.

Saeko paused.

The next second, Lin Qing slowly raised his right hand.

The blade that Busujima Saeko had swung out paused slightly the moment she heard Lin Qing's voice.

Warm-up over?

Her breathing was a little rapid, not from physical exertion, but from a suppressed irritability.

The enemies before her, in terms of individual strength, were nothing more than easily crushed dregs. But their "immortality" and their sickening, endless numbers were like a sticky swamp, dragging her, the sharpest blade, into a meaningless war of attrition.

Every time [Yeshai] swung his sword, the brutal pressure of his sword could easily tear open a vacuum zone dozens of meters long, mincing hundreds of locusts into the most primitive pieces of flesh and blood.

However, before the knife light faded away, the pieces of flesh scattered in the mud and water began to wriggle again, gather together, and transform into smaller monsters again, screaming and rushing forward again fearlessly.

The air was thick with the scent of rust, decay, and a unique, sweet, fishy aroma belonging to anomalous creatures. Rainwater, mixed with blood and tissue fluid, completely dyed the land a dirty dark red.

Saeko's white uniform was already stained. Her hands holding the knife remained steady as a rock, but deep in her eyes, a hint of true anger quietly ignited.

This kind of fighting is an insult to her swordsmanship.

"Hee...hee hee hee...what's wrong? Are you tired already, a lackey of order?"