63: Chapter 63 Explosive Kill

The camp. In front of the large detection instrument, veteran Sun Dahai's hand suddenly trembled.

He had three years of hands-on experience and had handled countless records of abnormal energy fluctuations: second-tier, third-tier, solitary, grouped, dormant, awakened—he had seen too much and was long since unperturbed.

But this time, when the waveform appeared on the detection instrument's screen, his pupils constricted sharply.

Judging by the fluctuation frequency, the energy level had reached at least the peak of the third tier. He had just seen a curve like that, pressing down like a mountain, during the beast tide a few days ago—it had been a third-tier beast king.

But this time it was very strange, because the data fed back by the wavelength told him that this thing's size was almost equivalent to a human's.

Sun Dahai froze.

He stared at the screen for three seconds, then rubbed his eyes hard and looked again.

The data was still the same.

Peak third tier, human size.

How was that possible?

Could it be an ape-type ferocious beast?!

But soon, Sun Dahai dismissed this speculation.

Every peak third-tier ape-type ferocious beast was over five meters tall.

He had also seen third-tier mutated creatures; no matter how small they were, they wouldn't be that small.

A peak third-tier energy level must be accompanied by a massive physique; this was an ironclad rule, common sense, and the truth he had summarized from three years of hands-on experience.

But now, this truth had been shattered.

Sun Dahai's finger hovered over the communication button, hesitating to press it.

He was wavering.

If he reported an error, he would be scolded; the whole battalion knew Battalion Commander Yuan's temper.

But if he didn't report it...

He stared at that waveform, his heart beating faster and faster, his back feeling a chill, and finally, he chose to press the communication button.

"Battalion Commander, this is Outpost 7 in Sector C, I've detected an abnormal energy fluctuation."

Yuan Shoucheng's voice came from the other end: "What level?"

"Peak third tier."

"What type?"

Sun Dahai stared at the screen, his throat dry.

"Type unknown. The wavelength shows this thing's body length is around 1.7 meters, and its appearance is equivalent to a human's..."

There was silence on the other end for a moment.

Sun Dahai thought the communication had cut off and was about to check, when Yuan Shoucheng's voice sounded again.

"Push the waveform and wavelength to the combat command room, quickly!"

In the combat command room.

Yuan Shoucheng stood in front of the large screen, staring at the data that had just been pushed over. Standing behind him were seven or eight people; apart from one deputy, the rest were all core combat personnel above the fourth tier, each of them a veteran who had been grinding on the front lines for years.

On the screen, the waveform pulsed quietly.

Everyone was shocked, their gazes fixed tightly on the screen.

Soon, someone spoke.

"Is this... a Mimic?"

The speaker was combat staff officer Wang Yuan, a fourth-tier second-stage cultivator who had participated in five major battles.

"Yes, it must be! This thing actually chased us here!"

Peak third tier, human size—what else could it be but a Mimic?

Yuan Shoucheng's expression changed drastically. His fingers swiped across the screen, quickly pulling up the map and marking the target area in red.

"Which detachment is closest to the target?" A tremor could be heard in Yuan Shoucheng's voice.

The deputy's fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, pulling up real-time locations.

"It's the Third Battalion." He looked up at Yuan Shoucheng, a hint of despair in his eyes.

"They... they are right in that area. Not nearby, but in the center of that area. The position shown on the detector... is the center of the hunting ground that Lin Mo and the others designated today."

The command center was deathly silent.

Wu Yong, captain of the First Assault Detachment, suddenly spoke:

"A peak third-tier Mimic means that before it died, it was at the peak of the second tier or the early stage of the third tier. The students' cultivation isn't that high; it must be someone among the veterans!"

Yuan Shoucheng's fists clenched tightly.

Obviously, this Mimic's target was Lin Mo and the three hundred or so students he was leading.

A peak third-tier Mimic.

Lin Mo.

Three hundred students.

These words flashed through his mind rapidly, every frame a bloody scene.

He turned around and looked at the captain of the First Assault Detachment.

"Old Wu, get over there immediately."

Old Wu narrowed his eyes, secretly noting the red dot on the screen, and estimated the distance in his mind.

"The straight-line distance is 8.2 kilometers."

"Even at full speed, it will take me three minutes to get there."

Yuan Shoucheng nodded, took a deep breath, and dialed Lin Mo's communication bracelet.

Zzz—there was only the sound of static in the bracelet.

"Lin Mo! Please answer if you can hear me!"

Zzz—still the sound of static.

...

On the other side.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the light on Lin Mo's body grew brighter and brighter.

With dozens of BUFFs on him, Lin Mo transformed into a giant lightbulb. Right now, he had inexhaustible energy and didn't need to consider trivial matters like physical stamina or injuries at all.

What he needed to consider now was how to hack this monster in front of him to death!

And the Mimic opposite him was already furious and terrified.

It did not enjoy the slaughter itself, but rather the moment the prey fell from hope into despair.

It had had several opportunities earlier to take Lin Mo's life, but it hadn't done so.

It always liked to bite off the prey's head at the moment of their greatest despair.

But now, looking at the light on Lin Mo's body, it felt regret.

Because the young teenager opposite it seemed to have already exceeded its control!

"Vile vermin—"

It roared, wanting to rush towards Yi Xiaoyu.

But Lin Mo blocked it.

"Too late."

Lin Mo spoke, his voice low.

Starlight Moon Condensation, activate!

A terrifying, immense force descended, and Lin Mo's strength attribute instantly climbed to near the 200 mark.

Thunder Armor, activate!

Blue lightning also exploded from Lin Mo's body at the same time, instantly covering his entire body.

This time, Lin Mo's speed was incredibly fast.

So fast that even that thing's eyes couldn't keep up.

The thing had just swung a claw, and Lin Mo had already appeared behind it, slashing at its neck with a blade!

It reacted extremely quickly, turning to parry—but it didn't know that the Thunder Armor had a reflection effect.

The moment its arm made contact with Lin Mo's blade, a bolt of lightning conducted along the blade and struck it fiercely!

"Ah—!"

The thing screamed, a puff of burnt smoke rising from its body.

Lin Mo did not give it a chance to catch its breath.

A flash of the blade!

Another bolt of lightning struck down!

The thing was beaten back step by step, charred wounds constantly appearing on its body.

But it was, after all, peak third tier.

It roared, the muscles on its body writhing crazily, forcibly withstanding the bombardment of the lightning.

Then it kicked towards Lin Mo's chest!

Lin Mo didn't dodge at all, raising his hand to flip the monster onto the ground; that terrifying, immense force was simply not something this Mimic could contend with.

The thing froze.

"You..."

Lin Mo did not give it a chance to speak.

A blue bolt of lightning exploded from Lin Mo's body, instantly covering his entire body.

But that lightning was not blue at this moment.

It was gold.

It was the gold brought by dragon blood.

The thing's pupils constricted sharply.

It saw that behind Lin Mo, a phantom seemed to emerge.

It was a giant lightning dragon, wreathed in golden thunder, looking down at it.

Just like looking down at an ant.

"You... what are you?!"

Lin Mo did not answer.

He just tightened his grip on the blade and took a step forward.

As this step landed, the ground collapsed, and gravel flew.

The thing trembled all over, as if fixed in place by some power.

The next second, Lin Mo had already appeared before it.

A flash of the blade.

An arm flew up.

The thing screamed, its other hand grabbing at Lin Mo.

The blade flashed again.

Another arm flew up.

The thing retreated madly, wanting to run away.

But Lin Mo's speed was even faster.

The blade flashed repeatedly.

Left leg.

Right leg.

Ribs.

Shoulders.

Each strike brought up a spray of blood mist.

Each strike hacked at the thing's most vulnerable spots.

In a mere three seconds.

The thing was hacked into more than a dozen pieces, scattered all over the ground.

Only the head lay intact in the pile of rubble.

It opened its eyes, looking at Lin Mo, its lips moving.

"You... what exactly are you..."

Lin Mo's expression was calm, and he spoke indifferently:

"The person who is going to kill you!"

The blade flashed.

The head rolled away.

[Ding! Killed a late third-tier Mimic, gained slaughter value +2000! Completed special achievement, Path of God-Slaying (I), achievement points +3]

Lin Mo stood on the spot, his chest rising and falling slightly.

The Thunder Armor dissipated.

Those lights that had been bestowed upon him also dissipated one by one.

In the distance, over a hundred students were silent.

They looked at that back standing in the middle of the dismembered corpses, looked at the blood and minced meat all over the ground, and looked at the head that was still rolling.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

After a long time, someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva and muttered:

"What was that thing? What exactly was that monster?"

No one answered.

Many people had probably already guessed.

The person just now was clearly a patrol captain from the Sixth Battalion.

Many people had seen him, and some had even worked under this monster for several days.

Yi Xiaoyu was the first to run over.

She ran to Lin Mo's side, and looking at his injury-covered appearance, tears finally couldn't help but flow down.

"Are... are you okay?"

Lin Mo looked at her.

That gaze was very calm.

So calm that it was as if he had just gone for a walk.

"I'm fine."

Then he lowered his head, looking at the headless corpse on the ground.

The scarlet skin was slowly fading, and those writhing patterns had also stopped writhing.

That human skin that had been torn off was still piled up not far away, soft and limp, like a discarded piece of clothing.

Behind the crowd, Wu Yong, who had just arrived, opened his mouth wide, his eyes bulging round.

"Dead..."

"Who killed it?!"