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85 Nothing Without System
The zombies caught in the waves were immediately blasted to smithereens, half of their bodies reduced to ashes while the other parts of their bodies separated into various fragments.
In that moment, two-third of the entire weaponized zombies within the first floor had been destroyed.
Ignoring Tyrion, the mutated Weaponized zombie was the first to to be affected by the explosion.
The blue flames engulfed it like the maws of a true dragon. Its body disintegrated like a mold of sand to a raging wind! Even its ashes were burnt to ashes.
Underneath the baptism of the flames that was about a thousand degrees hot, nothing within a hundred meter radius remained the same.
As for Tyrion, he had been blasted backwards by the shock wave of the missile explosion like a broken doll.
His body crashed into numerous objects, walls and glass and even after slamming into hundreds of objects, the force didn't fade as he bounced numerous times on the ground like a football.
Finally he collided with the forcefield separating this floor from the next floors.
The invincible wall rippled as he collided with it but the barrier seem to have been made by a stronger force, accepting and dissipating the kinetic force moving Tyrion's body.
Tyrion fell to ground with a loud thud and he remained there for what seem to be a few second.
While he was able to survive the explosion of. missile up close, compared to the Weaponized zombie, he was in a very critical state.
His right arm along with half his shoulder and right heart had been burnt to ashes, leaving his would cauterized.
His entire skin as well as his clothing had also disintegrated, leaving just a layer of deep fried muscles,(imagine fried fat dripping ), charcoal bones and barbecued intestine, releasing a tantalizing, refreshing smell of fried lamb.
Tyrion's face had also been burnt off. His eyes nose, lips ears and even his muscles and veins had been deep fried, leaving just his skull intact.
Now, he was no different than a skeleton.
Half a minute passed before Tyrion exhaled deeply, smoke coming out from his skeleton mouth.
'So without the system, I actually wouldn't amount to much.' Tyrion thought as his eyes flashed with a strange expression. One didn't know if it was disappointment , dissatisfaction or plain mockery.
His bones clanged and clicked as he stood up, activating his regeneration ability, his body started to heal rapidly in the blink of an eye.
Organs began forming, muscles began taking shape as his cells instantly multiplicated rapidly like soap to water. Making his entire body starting to take shape.
This time, it took about 20 seconds to fully heal himself.
[Critical injury, +9999 damage points]
Tyrion sighed as the air released a soft pop as his right arm fully regenerated.
He clenched his fist tightly. His expression slowly turning indifferent. The system was the only thing he could rely on to surpass other geniuses.
Until he had upgraded himself and his talent, the system should be his main priority. As for his previous immature thoughts about the system, it was truly childish.
Facing the horde of Weaponized zombies coming his way, Tyrion grabbed the Cypher blade from behind him.
The blade that looked very similar to machete and its blade body even larger than a machete vibrated underneath his touch as though shivering in excitement at Tyrion's new mentality.
Bullets streamed towards him like rain and Tyrion deflected most of them, letting the rest hit his body to farm damage points.
The ground beneath his feet instantly exploded as Tyrion turned into a singular line, appearing right before the fasted Weaponized zombie.
His blade turned to a phantom as he sliced through its head then he appeared before the next one like a ghost, shattering its head with a single palm strike. The third one was beheaded once more and the fourth's chest shattered as his feet collided into it all of this happening within the span of a single second.
Against and army of weaponized zombies, Tyrion was like a demonic being, on a massacre in a city, flashing erratically like a butterfly. The weaponized zombies didn't have a single bit of chance against him.
...
"BANG!!!"
"ROAR!!!"
"So hungry…"
"So thirsty…"
A young lady stood in front of the entrance, both of her eyes were emitting a clear crimson glow.
A glow filled with hunger, greed wickedness.
Repairing and recovering from injuries her injuries and restructuring her body each required an immense amount of energy, and the only way to get that energy was through food.
Even before all this, the lady's appetite was ten times that of a normal human's.
"Bam!"
A pair of thick fleshy wings grew out of her back. On each joints of the wings, spiky bones jutted out from them.
The wings were extremely dark, with thick scales around them, giving an eerie feeling of evil and viciousness within.
The lady walked in front of an altar. Her three meter tall body had four horns curling backwards. Both of her eyes were flashing red but she still possess a slender seductive shape, and had a giant tail swaying behind her back.
"Bam!"
She kicked the altar at the core of the dimensional zone apart, exposing a wooden door that was emitting black smoke.
The door was only as tall as a person, about two meters wide. Not at all enough for his original form.
But how would such thing stop her.
She grabbed the wooden door and violently pushed it open.
"Boom!!"
The wooden door instantly shattered.
A scarlet monster with a goat's body and a scorpion's tail with flames all over its body charged out of the door.
"MUHAHAHA! Finally! It's been 700 years!!! I, Duro.'hitler Fiester, finally— what the…" The devil raised his head, laughing frantically. He suddenly turned his head and saw the lady's giant form, drooling as he stood there.
His body, which was only about the same height as a normal human, looked like a kid in front of the lady.
"Whoosh!!"
Next three chapter's going to be about a certain lady we all hate... It is connected to the storyline but you can choose to ignore... Wouldn't want you wasting your coins... Praise me for being kind-hearted! RagingArtPunk
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