Although they had found a way to hunt down and kill Silin, panic still shrouded Poison Fang.
Discounting those who wandered outside of Sector Z, Poison Fang originally numbered almost a hundred thousand people on this planet. But now, Caragno suddenly discovered that there were less than fifty thousand of them left before he knew it.
No one had expected that a mere Silin, a bastard, a bastard who was completely unknown in the galaxy, would be able to kill more than fifty thousand people on this planet. Of course, these fifty thousand people were basically buried in the stomachs of the worms. Other than the 'Birds of Paradise', the original little parasites had slowly developed a resistance to the primary inhibitor after the research base had been desertified. Once they had developed a resistance, then the Poison Fang people who were parasitized by these little parasites would not be able to hold on for long. Without the 'Birds of Paradise', the parasitized people were like living nutrient providers who were slowly sucked dry by the little parasites.
While they were chasing after Cillin, a lot of Poison Fang members collapsed while they were running, and they never got up again after they fell. Inside their bodies, a large number of little parasites were dividing and multiplying every minute. The parasites that had developed resistance to the parasites were like starving refugees who had suddenly seen a table full of delicious food.
Therefore, to the Poison Fang people, it only took a few minutes to go from weakness to death. But during these few minutes, they could clearly feel the process of their own weakness and the loss of their life. It was as if a devil's hand was pulling their souls slowly towards hell.
There was no struggle, only despair.
The research base. This was no doubt a sharp knife to Caragno's heart. It was also the biggest slap to the face Caragno had endured in all these years.
In reality, the destruction of Poison Fang's research base contained many factors. The scarlet sand region's geographical environment accelerated the rate of desertification, and the research base was not discovered in time. By the time the desertification reached the research base, it was already too late to stop it. Moreover, no one would have thought that a cyborg who could dig holes and block scanning signals would appear in this place.
That was why Carranio still didn't know why something like this had happened all of a sudden. However, since it had already happened, it was already too late to investigate the cause. Right now, Carranio had placed all of his energy on hunting down Cillin.
Night slowly descended around the cross field. To Poison Fang, night was once their favorite time. They loved to slaughter under the cover of night and listen to their prey's terrified and despairing cries. However, the current situation was different. Silin was like a silent catcher hiding in the shadows, pushing them to the brink of collapse step by step. What would happen if night fell?
The Poison Fangs didn't dare to imagine.
The night belongs to the devil.
The temperature difference between day and night on the planet was huge. Although the thick protective suits could keep them warm, they always felt abnormally cold. The kind of cold that numbed their scalp, and every pore on their body exuded cold air, stimulated their nerves, and tightened them again and again.
The 'pets' had followed the scent to the cross field, but they could only wander around the edge of the cross field. They could not confirm Silin's general location or pinpoint his exact location. This was undoubtedly another blow to Poison Fang.
Fifty thousand people had silently gathered at the edge of the cross field and formed a circle to surround it. But no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find Cillin's figure no matter how hard they searched and turned the cross field upside down.
They searched every inch of the cross field like madmen, but the result was like a cold joke mocking their incompetence.
Pfft —
Another person fell.
Someone fell at every moment. This cross field was like a devil's domain that absorbed the souls of these people at every moment.
The night, the blood, the crosses, and the people fell one after another.
The 'sinners' who had been dead for many days and the native beasts who had been gnawed by the Birds of Paradise to the point where only a few incomplete bones were left, laughed at the people surrounding them amidst the whistling wind. It was as if they were waiting for these people to accompany them.
An hour later, two out of five people were gone, and only thirty thousand were left.
Twenty thousand people had fallen just like that. There were no loud gunshots, no bloody slaughter. They had simply fallen.
They had never experienced such a feeling of helplessness and powerlessness before. For the first time, their hands that held their guns trembled. They had killed again and again, walked through the bloody battlefield, and watched their prey struggle to their deaths pointlessly under their blades and muzzles. They thought that they could face the Asura hell in peace, but in the end, they discovered that true hell did not require terrible screams or gunfire. In this quiet battlefield, they could watch as Azrael's hand grabbed their throats and took their souls away.
Half an hour later, there were only ten thousand people left. The pace of death grew even faster.
The remaining people were undoubtedly the elites of Poison Fang. Their gene rank allowed them to hold out longer, but they could only hold on. Without the suppressant, they had only slowed down their march to hell.
So what if they had rank A genes? They had no choice but to admit defeat in front of these minuscule lifeforms.
The current Poison Fang was no longer under Caragno's control. Poison Fang had always been an uncontrollable group to begin with.
Poison Fang was neither an army nor a Hunter regiment. They were just people who had gathered together to satisfy the pleasure of reaping lives. Under Silin's constant pressure, their taut nerves finally reached a tipping point — madness.
The remaining people had gone mad. Since they were going to die sooner or later, they might as well enjoy this final moment of madness.
The people in the aircraft in the air began to fire at the ground. The flames illuminated the flesh and blood that were blown away by the shells and the 'Birds of Paradise' that were leaping among them. The killing stimulated their excitement, and they laughed even more crazily. Those who had lost their rationality raised the guns in their hands and either shot at others or themselves.
Perhaps many of them had never thought that they would be the ones to reap their lives in the end.
Caragno sat quietly at a high place and watched the chaotic battle between the aircrafts and aircrafts below. He was so quiet that he looked like an outsider. Around him lay people who had been torn to shreds. The current Caragno was not wearing a protective suit, but no Birds of Paradise could approach him.
The current Caragno was the real Caragno, the Skeleton King that not even the Birds of Paradise dared to approach.
Poison Fang knew that Silin could make those insects avoid him, but they didn't know that their king could do the same.
Caragno knew that Silin was also watching the scene quietly from a certain place.
Who was more despicable? Who was more cruel?
Those who knew Poison Fang said that they were a bunch of lunatics, but Caragno felt that Silin was even colder, crazier, and more like a devil than Poison Fang.
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