CHAPTER 265: CHAPTER 203: NEST SPECIAL ASSAULT TEAM II

"Even in the Imperial Capital, the power of this Magic Explosion Bullet is among the best... I didn’t expect you to have such firepower in your hands."

"This is just the beginning." Louis stood beside him, staring intently below.

Although these light Magic Explosion Bullets had caused considerable damage, the insect-like zombies were not mindless. Their counterattack was swifter and more bizarre than imagined.

Hissing came from the village. The "humanoid" forms, previously staggering like sleepwalkers, seemed awakened by some will.

No longer dazed, they let out low roars and lunged toward the source of the fire!

Some already had missing limbs, their bellies blown open, yet still managed to lunge with hands supporting their ground.

Others had their throats burned through, but sprinted like phantoms, powered by their knees and feet!

An insect-like zombie, already blasted with blackened half-body, suddenly twitched and writhed on the ground, its chest... slowly bulging.

Something writhed beneath the skin. It seemed like a second heart, beating beneath.

In the next moment, with a "sizzle," the charred skin tore open.

A black-purple totem suddenly emerged, sprawling like a parasitic mark across the chest, arms, and even the back of the neck of the insect-like zombie.

These totems, like living creatures, slowly writhed upon the insect-like zombies, with each pulse sending its flesh boiling.

BOOM!!

Several insect-like zombies suddenly burst forth thick black gas, unleashing a force akin to Fighting Energy, charging towards the knights with a burst!

"Is that... Blood Boiling Frenzy?!" Louis’s pupils contracted sharply, uttering almost instinctively in a low voice.

Even he couldn’t help but show a hint of surprise.

Eduardo’s face changed slightly upon hearing this.

He knew the term as well; it was a forbidden technique originating from ancient clans of the Northern Territory.

Only when truly trapped in a deadly situation, with no retreat, would a Snow Swearer ignite the blood totem buried deep in their chest.

In that instant, the blood seemed to ignite, forcibly amplifying all potential, causing muscles to swell wildly, pupils to turn blood-red, and combat power soaring several times over!

But the price was equally terrifying — skin tearing, organs bursting, bleeding from seven orifices, bones shattering...

At the moment of exhausting strength, the user’s body would collapse and die, like an empty shell drained of spirit.

This secret technique was supposed to be known only by true "Northern Barbarian Warriors"...

But now those insect-like zombies could use it too?!

Moreover, these insect-like zombies weren’t afraid of death at all!

Amidst the fire, those monsters, marked with black-purple totems, ran wildly, releasing the expanding force of blood and flesh while burning.

An insect-like zombie’s arm constantly cracked and reformed while running, its skin pulsating like a live snake wrapping around, its swelling muscles even bursting through remnants of armor.

They roared as they charged towards the knights, like beasts of slaughter emerging from a sea of boiling blood.

Of course, Louis’s knights were not unprepared.

Facing the charging insect-like zombies, they quickly maneuvered, swinging longswords and long spears in the firelight, the sound of metal clashing with rot echoing through the night sky!

"Sigh... they can’t be stopped." Eduardo, standing on a high slope, furrowed his brow, a hint of concern flashing in his eyes.

These insect-like zombies were not ordinary undead.

They could still run wildly through flames, and their surface even emitted scarlet Fighting Energy, their fighting style mixing the techniques of human warriors with the brute force of beasts.

This was no longer a normal undead, but enhanced combat weapons.

"Your knights... are likely to be completely wiped out."

He looked at Louis beside him, his tone carrying a hint of reluctance.

"Don’t rush." Louis, however, merely whispered calmly.

In the next moment——

"BOOM!!!!"

A deafening explosion suddenly resounded.

Among a few knights, the man carrying a round tank and wielding a heavy metal apparatus on his shoulder suddenly pulled the trigger!

Hiss—!!

The pressure valve abruptly opened, the main nozzle spitting forth a thick tongue of fire!

It was a force of burning more ferocious than magic!

Scarlet flames mixed with Fire Scale Oil, forming a high-temperature blazing dragon’s tongue in the air, roaring as it lunged towards the enemy ranks!

"What’s that?" Eduardo’s pupils contracted sharply, his body instinctively leaning forward, his voice carrying an unusual tension and shock.

He saw the flame emitted was not ordinary combustion but like the death god’s whip, carving destructive arcs in the air.

The insect-like zombies screamed and rolled in the fire, severed limbs flying, pained and frenzied.

The black-purple totems on those parasitic bodies burst into clusters of charred black ashes under the high heat, even stripping them of the chance to struggle.

Even more horrifying, the flame seemed alive, with high-temperature fire oil clinging like venomous snakes, igniting on contact and refusing to extinguish.

Once an insect-like zombie caught fire, even if it fell to the ground, it would only drag the fire into shadows and dark alleys, pulling even hidden insect-like zombies into the purgatory!

Eduardo’s heart thudded heavily.

He had seen the cruelty of war and the effectiveness of weapons.

But this scene shattered all his previous understanding and experience.

"This... this isn’t magic." he muttered, not in denial, but seemingly in shocked confirmation, "Nor is it alchemy. Without any Fighting Energy fluctuations, yet it can cause such terrifying destruction..."

His gaze fixed on that flamethrower, resembling a rift from hell, his voice slightly hoarse: "Did you... invent it?"

He didn’t know whether it was created by Louis himself or if there was a genius craftsman under his command.

But there was one thing he knew very clearly: such a weapon had never appeared in any other territory.

Louis didn’t turn back, his voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable sharpness: "The product of reflection after pain, named ’Fire Scale Style Flamethrower,’ born specifically to counter insect-like zombies. Unfortunately, the materials are rare, and complete products are scarce..."