Allen sat quietly behind a huge rock. The night was thick, covering everything. This was his first night on the surface, and the place he was going to was the eighth district. There, Allen would meet up with Silver and discuss how to take out the gene factory in the eighth district.
On Allen's knees was the Destruction Heavy Sniper. This Origin Tool was emitting the aura of a ferocious beast. The aura spread out with the night wind, and all the dangerous species within a few kilometers could feel it. In their senses, there was a terrifying and dangerous beast lurking where Allen was. This made them not dare to approach, so they all avoided him from afar, allowing Allen to have a quiet night.
Originally, he only wanted to use the aura of the Destruction Heavy Sniper to scare away the dangerous species nearby. However, after activating the Origin Tool's Awakening Stance, Allen noticed that its appearance had changed slightly. If the previous body of the gun had an obvious metallic texture, then now, the body of the gun was more like a layer of carapace. The surface was matte, and short and thick crystal spikes grew out of the red stripes from before.
Now that he looked at the Anthem of Destruction, it looked more like some kind of big black bug. This reminded Allen of that terrifying biological weapon, the Empress!
When Allen sensed the changes in the Destruction Heavy Sniper, the information released from within the Destruction Heavy Sniper confirmed Allen's guess. The last time the Empress was heavily injured, the Destruction Heavy Sniper absorbed the Empress's blood energy and even plundered some of its genes. However, the Empress's genes were very complicated. Even with the ability of the Origin Tool, it was only recently that it was able to analyze and absorb them.
The Abyss Devil's Praise had a predatory instinct for powerful creatures. From absorbing the King Snake's blood to awakening when facing Windsor Bellow, to the Empress, the Origin Tool was also very interested in it. From this, it could be seen that continuously absorbing the blood energy of powerful creatures and plundering their genes was the "food" for the Origin Tool to grow.
With the Empress' previous nourishment, even though the Destruction Heavy Sniper hadn't activated the Third Grade Awakening Stance, its overall power had been greatly increased, and there were some other things added to it.
The Origin Tool separated the genes plundered from the Empress into seven parts, and when needed, it could form Origin Energy bullets according to Allen's judgment. When this special bullet hits the target, it will release the Queen's genes and transform the target's body. The modified creature would become Allen's weapon, and the Origin Tool would be called a "servant".
Servant transformation was a new ability extended from the Queen Gene of the Origin Tool. However, this ability had a huge limit. First, there were only seven modified genes, so Allen could only have seven servants at most. Secondly, the servant's level couldn't be higher than Allen's by too much. The limit was only three levels higher than Allen, and they couldn't cross ranks. In other words, Allen, who was now just an engraver, could not transform a hunter into a servant unless he himself reached that rank.
Finally, it was best for the servant to be modified while they were still alive, and corpses that had been dead for no more than an hour could also be turned into weapons. But in that case, the transformed servant would not be able to inherit the wisdom of its previous life, and would only be a puppet that acted according to orders.
In order to prevent the servants from betraying them, there was an invisible connection between the Origin Tool and the servants. There was a secret door in the genes of the servants, and Allen could activate the secret door through the Origin Tool, causing the servant\'s genes to collapse. This was probably inspired by the Origin Tool from the Queen\'s body.
Generally speaking, there were various restrictions on the transformation of the servant, but the advantages were obvious. Allen could use it to create seven servant weapons, which was equivalent to having additional combat strength. However, the number of modifications was limited, so the choice of the servant target could not be too casual.
The next day, when the morning light rose, Allen pulled up a motorcycle beside him, put on sandproof goggles, and put on a cloak. He drove the motorcycle into the vast and lonely wilderness. At this moment, he looked like a mercenary on the surface. The scorching air came head-on and drilled into Allen\'s nostrils. It rose like a flame in his body, awakening his almost forgotten memories.
As he relived the days when he was on the surface, Allen\'s heart suddenly skipped a beat. He looked to the left, and behind a low hill in that direction, an off-road vehicle and two motorcycles suddenly drove out. The cars were all tied with the same flag and seemed to belong to an armed organization. The Knight on the car waved his long saber and rifle and shouted at Allen.
Allen didn\'t respond to this provocation and continued to follow the established route to the eighth district. However, the other party seemed to be coming for him. The off-road vehicle suddenly accelerated, then made a large turn in front of him and drove horizontally, blocking in front of Allen. On the car, a man quickly climbed to the back and lowered the muzzle of an anti-aircraft machine gun.
The muzzle was naturally aimed at Allen, so Allen stopped about a hundred meters away from the off-road vehicle.
The two motorcycles circled behind Allen and surrounded him. On the off-road vehicle, the man driving stood up. His hair was braided and tied at the back of his head. He picked up a long knife from the side and knocked on the windshield in front of the car and shouted, "Hey, kid on the other side. Leave the car and your equipment and get lost. I\'m in a good mood today. You\'re lucky! "
Allen finally understood that he had encountered the legendary\ 'robbery\'. He was angry and funny. These people really didn\'t have eyes. They even dared to rob Bescot\'s people. But then again, there was no order on the surface. Moreover, the Federation and the Gate of Freedom were at war, and the surface had become even more chaotic. Killing people and robbing them was extremely common, so now that this man only asked him to leave behind his car and equipment, it could be considered exceptionally "benevolent".
But that didn\'t mean that Allen had to obediently give in. He opened the saber sheath beside him and took out the heavy saber Qianjun from inside. Pulling up his sand-proof goggles, Allen pointed forward and said, "I don\'t want to cause trouble, but that doesn\'t mean I\'m afraid of trouble. So you\'d better get out of the way. Otherwise, it\'ll be too late to regret it. "
It turned out that not only was Allen\'s earnest advice useless, it even made the man in front of him laugh three times. After the other party laughed, his expression turned cold, "Kill that arrogant brat!"
Allen shrugged his shoulders and his eyes turned cold. Immediately, the scorching air around him became even drier, and the temperature rose by a few degrees. Qianjun\'s blade gradually emitted a profound yellow light, as if the blade was refracting sunlight.
Before the gunman behind the off-road vehicle could pull the trigger, Allen had already slashed at him from afar. The two sides were a hundred meters apart, and this distant slash seemed so pale and powerless. The people in the car thought that Allen was just posturing. Suddenly, a sharp sound of metal cracking rang out from the off-road vehicle. The two men in the car widened their eyes and watched in disbelief as a red light split the car in the middle.
The car disintegrated and then exploded, sending the people in the car flying.
There were no flames, but there was nothing that the Inch Fire couldn\'t cut through. Even though it was still an incomplete "Inch Fire", this domineering slash that didn\'t carry a trace of smoke still let the people on the motorcycle behind know that they had hit an iron plate. At this moment, he didn\'t even have the thought of taking revenge for his companions. With a strange cry, the motorcycle turned around and ran for its life.
Allen shook his head, retracted his heavy saber, and continued on his journey.
That evening, he arrived at a market on the edge of the eighth district. The market wasn\'t big, but it was bustling. People from several surrounding surface settlements would come here to sell or buy the supplies they needed. The stalls in the market were close to each other, and the crowd was so dense that Allen\'s motorcycle couldn\'t pass through. He could only park his motorcycle in a parking lot outside the market, pay a high parking fee, and then drill into the crowd with a saber sheath and a rifle.
Half an hour later, Allen stopped in front of a building in the market. The house only had two floors. This was the most common brick house in the market. Downstairs facing the street was a stall, and the back and second floors were for rent. Allen turned to the back of the house, where it was quieter. Occasionally, only two or three people would pass by.
A wooden door was ajar, and inside was a dim space that couldn\'t be seen clearly. Allen walked up a few stone steps and knocked on the door. Before he could touch the door, a black barrel poked out from the crack in the door and pointed at Allen\'s forehead.
"Take it away, or I\'ll chop off your hand," Allen said coldly.
A pair of eyes appeared behind the door, and then the door opened. The man withdrew his gun and apologized, "I\'m sorry, Young Master Allen. I was just following the procedure."
This was a familiar face. Allen remembered that when he went to Graybridge Town, he happened to run into the predators of Steel Hammer attacking the town. That night, a Black Hawk assault team from Bescot arrived to support them. The man in front of him, Matt, was in charge of leading the team.
"Captain Matt, aren\'t you in District 7?" Allen asked in surprise.
Matt smiled and said, "The higher-ups seem to know that I\'ve worked with you once, so they directly transferred us from District 7 this time."
"Where\'s Silver?"
"In the basement, with our leader." Matt called Allen in. There were two other men in the house, dressed in ordinary clothes. They treated Allen and Matt as air and didn\'t even look at them from the corner of their eyes.
This was an excellent disguise.
Matt brought Allen into a bedroom, lifted a carpet, and lifted the floor, revealing a stone staircase leading underground. It was bright below, and Allen walked down. Hearing the sound of footsteps, several members of the assault team stepped forward with guns. When they saw Ma Te, they dispersed. The basement was unexpectedly spacious. It didn\'t feel cramped at all, and it was well-ventilated. It looked like it had been in operation for a long time.
"This is a safe stronghold for us in District 8," Matt said as he led Allen into one of the rooms.
As soon as the door opened, Allen saw two people. One of them was a predator hunter, Silver. The other was a woman. The moment he saw this woman, Allen felt a slight tingling sensation. If this weren\'t Bescot\'s safe stronghold, Allen would probably have drawn his sword.
This woman gave him a dangerous feeling!
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