Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

Even if he was prepared and tensed up to defend himself, he still ended up like this.

During the rampage of the Reunion Movement, he, who prided himself on his brute strength and physique, could hardly believe it.

Before he could even catch his breath, the second arrow arrived; he barely managed to reach for his familiar giant axe, but his trembling wrists prevented him from even lifting the weapon he had been with day and night.

An armored guard with a shield stepped forward to provide cover, raising his sword and shield together in a fairly standard defensive stance; however, the arrow deflected the sword he was holding in front of the shield with a single touch, piercing through the seemingly standard shield on the spot, and the arrow's momentum did not diminish, pinning the guard to the ground.

—They dare to block it, don't they?

Milan clicked his tongue: an 11.5-kilogram arrow with an initial velocity of 130 meters per second is equivalent to a 400-kilogram heavy motorcycle impacting at 80 kilometers per hour, then concentrating all the energy onto the arrowhead—

Are you unclear about your own abilities?

A louder scream erupted on the field, mingling with the cries of pain from the wounded who had been knocked down by the Canned Squad earlier; in just two arrows, the Reunion Movement's heavy weapon unit, which posed the greatest threat to the Canned Squad, was severely damaged, deterring them from advancing any further towards the Canned Squad.

Not only that, even the troops rushing towards him faltered, visibly reconsidering their actions.

Only Broken Bones continued charging forward, oblivious to everything, shouting, "He's all alone! He only has one bow! What are you afraid of!"

"He's finished if you get close!"

—Oh right, he didn't even look back, so it's okay.

Milan's few arrows created a brilliant victory for the Canned Squad, but in the short time it took to fire those arrows, the agile fist-blade warriors had already closed in; their movements were indeed fast enough, and they were still unsure of themselves when they got close to Milan - after all, the Canned Squad's white armor had left a deep impression on them, and since Milan was the leader, the quality of his armor should only be better, right?

But when they got closer and saw that Milan was still holding that short bow, had no other weapons around him, and had nowhere else to hide, the contempt and scorn for a ranged unit immediately welled up in their hearts.

Especially when Milan seemed caught off guard and could only raise their short bows and flailing wildly in defense...

"Successful!"

He grinned maliciously! Without dodging or avoiding, he used one fist to parry the short bow that was being swung at him, while his other fist thrust straight at Milan's face.

—A light, airy bow, not something that could be easily broken...

"Oh!"

Then there is no more.

The chilling sound of bones cracking and the dull thud of flesh hitting the ground combined into one sound. Before he could even react to what had happened, he was slammed to the ground by a force that seemed to come out of nowhere.

From a third-person perspective, the fist-blade samurai's arm toward the shortbow seemed to be acting without any force. His swing was fierce, but when it came into contact with the shortbow, it was easily blown away like a feather. At the same time, the bow swept across his shoulder and neck, making him feel as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer. Even when he hit the ground, it made a dull thud.

His punch did indeed graz Milan's helmet and even pierce Milan's forehead—but it only sent up a few sparks, leaving not even a white mark.

"..."

The Reunion Movement soldiers who followed behind froze, and their momentum faltered; their fervent fervor gradually cooled, and astonishment and fear began to creep into their hearts.

—What kind of strange power is that?

—What exactly is that bow?

—What's going on with their armor?

If only Milan could hear their voices...

—Ha, bamboo steel material, 60mb of molten iron, 2 kilograms, kid!

Unfortunately, Milan couldn't hear it.

So at this moment, only Broken Bones—only Broken Bones' single-mindedness was filled with anger and obsessive hatred. This rage overwhelmed his doubts and stood out from the crowd when everyone else slowed down.

"Make way! Make way!"

"let me!"

His charge was undeniably decisive; despite his small stature, he led the charge, leaving behind a strangely imposing figure and inspiring the hesitant Integral soldiers with his unwavering resolve.

Visible energy emanated from his twin blades, resembling crimson blood or burning flames—the Originium Arts he used to enhance the power of his weapons.

Surrounded by a ferocious aura, his slender body unleashed a speed disproportionate to his size, raising his twin blades above his head and slashing down with tremendous force! This strike was completely unorthodox, yet it carried an unstoppable ferocity, as if it wanted to tear everything in its path to shreds!

Milan picked up his spear, reversed the shaft, and swung the butt of the spear—he didn't know anything about spear or staff techniques, so this strike was just an ordinary sweep.

—Clang!

The double-edged sword collided with the shaft of the spear.

The sound it emitted was not the crisp clang of metal weapons clashing, but rather a loud bang like a heavy hammer smashing a hard object!

"what--!"

Shattered Bones staggered violently backward... Not only that, his small body was even thrown backward and flew into the air!

The two blades, which were infused with Originium magic and should have been indestructible, were thrown high into the air, almost slipping from his grasp. The energy effects wrapped around them were like waves crashing against rocks, brutally shattered and scattered by an indescribable force, finally dissipating into the air in a spray.

He retreated continuously, stomping heavily on the metal ground until he bumped into a lightly armored guard... and barely managed to stand up with the man.

"This this……"

The eyes beneath the bone-crushing gas mask were filled with unbelievable horror.

His burning passion was jolted by this blow, and his intense emotions seemed to be shattered along with the Originium Arts, which actually made him a little clearer-headed; the slight numbness and tingling in his arms, as well as the burning sensation of blood in his palms, reminded him of an objective reality.

He acquired Originium Arts after becoming an Infected, which he was proud of and which allowed him to establish himself among the Infected in Chernobog as a teenager, and even to become a Reunion cadre.

That simple yet significant attack power, which even most adults, military police, stationed soldiers, and even few in the Reunion Movement headquarters could match, was so easily swept away from the front with a single blow.

What kind of monstrous strength is this *Ursus curse*?

“…Wow.”

Milan raised an eyebrow beneath the mask, a hint of surprise flashing through his mind as well.

Herag was right; the Terrans' strength ratings did indeed vary greatly—but being able to suppress his team members wielding super-heavy weapons was a completely different matter from being able to fight him.

His spear weighs 2,700 kilograms. If you put it on the set of Journey to the West, it would be the kind of spear that the Dragon King of the East Sea gave to the Monkey King. Swinging it around is no joke.

To be able to withstand that attack head-on and still have energy left... it must be said that Shattered Bones, as a cadre of the Reunion Movement, is indeed quite capable.

还是该1妻轳翼3鸸II9洱群/《撩说“这片大地（1/1）”上的超级泰拉人潜力恐怖如斯？

——That’s quite interesting.

Milan finds this quite interesting.

But the bone-crushing expert clearly doesn't think so.

"No...impossible!"

The boy's voice came from under the gas mask, panting and distorted, but his incredulous shock was still evident.

"This is absolutely not the power a gang leader should have, not even the soldiers of Ursus... What the hell are you?!"

Chapter 78 - A Conclusion

"What the hell are you?!"

The pupils beneath the bone-crushing gas mask contracted in horror. The suffocating feeling of having his sustaining Originium spell shattered and the trembling numbness in his hands were so real and undeniable that he could barely grip his weapon for a moment.

But soon, in his immature mind, filled with hatred and fanaticism, a feeling of humiliation arose, and he refused to accept this reality.

"Impossible, impossible!"

"You oppressor's lackey, don't even think about making me submit!"

"It's magic, or some kind of Originium Arts... It's all an illusion, it can't scare me!"

If he didn't think this way, he seemed unable to accept the reality that "the power he was so proud of, which was used to oppress the oppressor and harm the perpetrator, was so easily defeated"—but if he viewed it as the diverse Originium Arts, and attributed it along with this power to the powerful "injustice," he could convince himself in another way.

-Fun fact: Although the degree of symbiosis with active Originium is too high, the adaptability of Originium Arts will increase with the indicator of "somatic cell Originium binding rate", making it easier for infected people to instinctively access Originium Arts and giving rise to unorthodox casters.

At the same time, because the "spell power" literally increases, infected individuals can use the Originium in their bodies as an energy source to cast spells even without using a spellcasting unit—Originium disease turns people into sources of infection, and while making people irritable, it also grants them more powerful and dangerous abilities, which is one of the reasons why many people fear infected individuals.

but!

Using Originium within the body to perform magic will activate the Originium binding, which will then worsen one's health and may even directly cause one's own disintegration. Therefore, even infected casters will avoid activating the Originium within their bodies if conditions permit.

Now, an even more violent and unstable aura rose from his thin body.

It was as if some kind of power was awakened from the flesh and blood, sprouting from the flesh and blood, evaporating into the air, and turning into visible, dangerous blood flames.

"For the sake of hatred for our compatriots, for the sake of the future of those infected..."

The sound of bones shattering wasn't loud, but the aura grew increasingly uneasy under the intense emotional fluctuations; the infected organs were activated by the Originium Arts, and the Originium crystals within the body resonated, causing the aura to surge, explode, and intensify immediately!

"kill him!"

Inspired by his resolute stance, the surrounding Integral soldiers suppressed their horror and mustered their courage to charge towards Milan once again; Shattered Bones was still gathering power, the energy not only flowing through his weapon, but also transforming into a tangible aura that enveloped his entire body.

Milan frowned.

boom!boom!

He didn't even glance at the charging Integral soldiers, simply sweeping his spear horizontally, the heavy shaft creating a rough, whistling sound; the force was overwhelming, and those Integral soldiers who managed to dodge were forced to face reality—they were sent flying backwards, weapons and even armor, as if hit by a car.

The weight, measured in hundreds of kilograms, was like a baseball being hit. As it flew backward, it knocked over its companions who were following behind. Its weapon was thrown out of its hand, and the person screamed and rolled on the ground, unable to get up.

The Reunion Movement's charge crumbled even faster than the momentum it had generated.

In a short while, the Bone Shatterer, whose power had been raised to a certain point, finally moved. His enhanced power transformed into explosive force, and the aura surrounding him made him look like a red flame. The twin blades wrapped in light sliced ​​through the air with a sharp sound.

The double blades dragged along a streak of blood-red light!

"...It makes me look like the bad guy."

Milan sighed.

He thrust out his spear in a sweeping motion, a simple and unpretentious move with a wide attack range; the spear stirred up the air and created a gust of wind, but this time Shattered Bones did not meet it head-on—his powerful charge and slash was actually a feint, a feint at the distance of Milan's spear, allowing the half-moon sweep to pass before advancing again.

The enhanced power and explosive force were undeniably outstanding. In terms of speed alone, this sprint transformed him into a sharp arrow, propelling a blazing slash straight forward!

—Without that gun, what will you use to block this attack!

Even without seeing his expression or eyes, Milan could sense the ferocity in his emaciated figure—it was so tragic, so resolute!

"..."

Indeed, it would be too late for Milan to pull back his spear and parry; his agility and spear skills did not allow him to perform such a difficult maneuver.

So Milan abandoned gun skills... and also abandoned the gun altogether.

"Gah?"

It is unknown who made that strange sound in that split second.

Milan casually tossed aside the spear he had swung too far. The spear was captured by reality the instant it left his body, and the [authority weight] was overwritten by the [reality mass]. It fell to the ground with a heavy thud like a lump of iron hitting the ground.

In Shattered Bones' shocked gaze—he formed a blade with his five fingers and pulled back his left hand, which was covered by a full-body arm armor, with a sudden horizontal slash! This slash collided with Shattered Bones' double blades, which were infused with a vast amount of Originium energy and glowed with intense red light, producing a piercing metallic clang.

If there were real flames, they would scatter and fly away like fireworks!

The momentum of his charge came to an abrupt halt. The excessive force shifted his center of gravity, disrupting his stance and turning his weight-bearing leap into a comical shape.

In Milan's right hand, a dull, unremarkable stone axe flashed and disappeared.

At that moment, his free right hand shot out and grabbed the front of the cloak covered in broken bones and the tactical protective gear underneath, lifting him up.

"Broken bones!"

"Release Broken Bones!"

The Reunion soldiers who had approached earlier didn't hesitate and attacked with swords and fists without regard for anything. Some even activated Originium Arts and were tainted by the bloody Originium energy. Even more shockingly, Milan even saw someone sneakily trying to pick up the spear they had dropped.

They bent over, gritted their teeth, and their faces turned red – it was an effort they made!

Second, keep trying!

I tried hard but couldn't pick it up again.

He ignored them, raised the shattered bones that were instinctively struggling and screaming above his head, and slammed them down!

The good news is that he was on solid ground, with no strange or dangerous terrain. His method was a flat slam, which ensured that the broken bones would hit the ground with the maximum contact area, a textbook example of a fake slam that could be used in WWE programming.

The bad news is: Milan is strong.

It has tremendous power.

--boom!

The entire metal floor of the assembly hall shook, and the dull sound made one feel as if their internal organs were resonating in an instant; the small, muscular body of Broken Bones slammed solidly onto the ground with a sound like a bell being struck—all the roars and struggles dissipated along with the Originium Radiance, and he collapsed to the ground, with only painful ** remaining under the gas mask, feeling as if his whole body had fallen apart.

This fall completely controlled the broken bones and crushed the morale of the remaining Reunion soldiers; although they were still holding their weapons, they dared not take another step forward. The same was true for the Reunion forces besieging the Canned Food Squad on the other side. They protected the wounded and slowly retreated to create distance, while remaining vigilant in both directions, leaving behind several of the Canned Food Squad's kills.

Thanks to the shield value of [Armor Durability], which is longer than health, the Canned Food Squad was able to withstand the damage. Although their armor was riddled with wounds, and some of them even had their chest armor, which had taken the most damage, destroyed, turning into a "destroyed state" like a holographic projection, their other armor pieces also took on the responsibility of sharing the damage.

—This is what our data-driven, integrated armor looks like…but is this the original damage mode?