Fantasy Game: Infinite City

The middle-aged man wore a more ornate combat uniform than the other soldiers, his gold family crest on his chest larger and more conspicuous. A red gem was embedded in the eye of the griffin on the crest, shimmering faintly. He pulled a palm-sized metal disc from his pocket. The disc was made of black metal, its surface engraved with red runes similar to those on an altar, with tiny red gems embedded between them, each emitting a faint aura of energy. The middle-aged man gently pressed the gem in the center of the disc, and the runes on the disc's surface lit up with a dazzling red light. The energy between the runes flowed, forming a red energy circuit.

The middle-aged man threw the disc onto the battlefield. As it spun through the air towards Han Zu, the runes on its surface continuously absorbed surrounding energy, their red light growing ever brighter. The disc landed three meters in front of Han Zu with a loud bang, smashing a small hole in the flesh. The moment the disc hit the ground, the ground trembled violently. With a crack, massive fissures opened in the earth, widening rapidly. Surrounding flesh and nerves were torn apart, and pink liquid and dark red blood gushed from the fissures, forming small waterfalls.

Dozens of barbed bone spurs shot up from the ground. The spurs were grayish-white, covered with sharp barbs, and clung to dark red flesh and nerve fibers. Like venomous snakes, the bone spurs coiled around Han Zu's limbs and torso, shooting out with incredible speed and a sharp whistling sound, stirring the surrounding air and creating a powerful gust of wind. As the bone spurs emerged, they completely tore apart the flesh and nerve fibers in the ground, leaving deep, bottomless holes from which pink liquid and dark red blood continuously gushed.

The nearby altar was affected by the tremors; tiny cracks appeared on its black rock surface, from which black liquid seeped. The liquid dripped onto the ground, mixing with the pink liquid and making a hissing sound. The red runes on the altar flickered, their light growing weaker, clearly damaged by the tremors. The central vortex of flesh and blood was also affected, its rotation briefly disrupted. Purple energy flowed from the vortex, falling to the ground and temporarily repairing the cracks, but the repair was far slower than the rate of destruction.

Han Zu watched the bone spikes shoot out, a look of seriousness flashing in his eyes. With the power of these bone spikes, if he were to become entangled, the barbs on them would tear his body apart completely. Moreover, the bone spikes contained a corrosive energy similar to a dark red liquid, which would cause even greater damage to his body. He hurriedly adjusted his internal energy, preparing to deal with the attack of the bone spikes.

Han Zu slammed his feet into the ground, propelled by the energy of the flames, and leaped into the air like an arrow, tracing a graceful arc. In that instant, several bone spikes grazed his feet, their barbs tearing deep wounds that gushed blood, dripping into cracks in the ground. He adjusted his posture in mid-air, trying to avoid more spikes, but there were simply too many, a dense net of spikes erupting from the ground, blocking all his escape routes.

A bone spike whistled through the air as it hurtled towards his left leg. He quickly bent his leg, and the spike grazed his inner thigh, its barbs tearing at his thigh and leaving a long gash. Blood gushed from the wound, forming a red streak in the air. Another bone spike aimed for his abdomen. He contracted his abdominal muscles sharply, and the spike grazed past him, striking the fire barrier behind him.

"Hey!"

The corrosive energy on the bone spikes came into contact with the flame barrier, producing a piercing sound. The flame barrier was corroded, creating a small hole. The flames around the hole were instantly extinguished, leaving a black ring.

Han Zu lost his balance in mid-air and plummeted towards the ground. He tried to regain his footing, but found that more attacks were already upon him. Five soldiers, armed with energy rifles and live ammunition, simultaneously opened fire on him in mid-air. Blue energy streams and black armor-piercing rounds rained down like a storm, completely blocking his trajectory. The energy streams intertwined in the air, forming a large blue net, while the armor-piercing rounds, mixed within the energy streams, flew towards him with sharp whistling sounds.

An energy blast struck his left shoulder, the energy instantly penetrating through and completely burning away the muscles and bones. The wound widened, charred tissue sloughing off to reveal his internal organs. Han Zu groaned, his left shoulder losing all strength, his arm hanging limply, blood gushing from the wound in a red column. Another armor-piercing round struck his abdomen, the warhead carrying anti-armor technology penetrating his abdominal cavity, creating an even larger hole in his intestines. Pale green intestinal fluid mixed with blood flowed from the wound, dripping onto the ground.

Han Zu's body swayed violently in mid-air from the attacks, the excruciating pain from his wounds causing his vision to blur, but he remained conscious. He suddenly unleashed all the fire energy within him, forming a thick shield of flame around his body in an attempt to withstand the subsequent attacks. However, the attacks were too dense, and the flame shield continuously shattered under the impact of the energy streams and armor-piercing bullets. More energy bullets and armor-piercing bullets struck his body, leaving deep wounds on his skin.

Finally, Han Zu's body crashed heavily to the ground with a loud "boom," creating a crater two meters in diameter. The flesh and tissue within were pulverized, and pink liquid mixed with dark red blood, overflowing from the crater. He lay in the crater, his body covered in wounds, each one oozing blood. The wound on his left shoulder revealed a beating pseudo-heart, and the wounds on his left leg and right knee were worsening, the bones corroded and brittle. He gasped for breath, his body convulsing with excruciating pain, but his eyes remained wide open, the excitement and killing intent within undiminished.

The excruciating pain caused Han Zu's body to twitch slightly. Each breath aggravated his wounds, sending waves of agonizing pain through him. He could feel his life rapidly ebbing away, his internal energy constantly depleting to a dangerous level, yet the excitement in his eyes grew even stronger. This battle on the verge of death gave him an unprecedented thrill. Under his conscious control, his pseudo-heart seized the repair energy from his other wounds, completing its restoration. It pounded wildly in his severely damaged chest cavity, exposed to the air, each beat sending a large amount of blood throughout his body. Although most of the blood was lost through the wounds, it still provided him with a sliver of strength.

He could feel his blood surging through his veins like magma, each breath drawing in a large amount of energy particles from the air. These energy particles entered his body, merging with his blood and providing him with a meager amount of strength. He struggled to his feet, bracing himself against the ground with his left hand. The flames in his palm scorched the flesh and blood, burning a small hole in the ground. Using the recoil from the flames, he slowly straightened up.

The wound on his left shoulder continued to bleed, and the charred marks on the surface of the fake heart became more pronounced. Each beat brought waves of excruciating pain, causing his body to tremble slightly. At the wound in his lower abdomen, intestinal fluid and blood mixed together, forming a pool of viscous liquid beneath his body. He pressed his left hand tightly against the wound, trying to stop the leakage, but with little effect. The wounds on his left leg and right knee were also worsening; the bones were corroded and brittle, each movement producing a creaking sound, making him stagger.

He paid no heed, his gaze sweeping over the densest part of the crowd, where five soldiers were preparing their weapons for another attack. Han Zu took a deep breath, his chest expanding violently. The remaining violent energy within him reformed into flames and lightning, surging forth once more from his wounds, enveloping his body and forming a faint aura of energy. Although his body was covered in horrific, gruesome wounds, the energy boost allowed him to unleash astonishing speed. His steps faltered, but each step firmly planted itself on the flesh and blood of the ground, leaving clear footprints, the edges of which charred black by the energy.

He charged into the densest part of the crowd, his impact causing the nerve pathways along his path to shake violently, blood vessels to rupture, and pink liquid to spurt out, soaking his body. The soldiers on the altar, seeing Han Zu charging towards them, were astonished. They hurriedly raised their weapons, preparing to fire, but Han Zu was too fast; he was already upon them.

A soldier was holding an energy rifle and cooling it down, but Han Zu's right hand had already grabbed his head. Flame energy surged into the soldier's body through his fingers. Before the soldier could make any move, his body was instantly detonated by Han Zu's frenzied and violent terrifying energy.

"boom!!!!"

His body exploded, and fragments of his wreckage flew in all directions, slashing and leaving deep wounds on several nearby soldiers. Han Zu used the opportunity to pull another soldier who was standing too close in front of him, using his body to shield him from the attacks of the soldiers next to him. The energy blast that followed struck the soldier who had been used as a makeshift shield, instantly blasting him into a cloud of blood mist. Han Zu was also thrown back by the shockwave from the energy blast, crashing into the altar next to him.

"Boom!"

Part of the black rock of the altar was shattered, and another huge crack appeared on its surface. Black liquid seeped out of the crack again, dripping onto the ground and mixing with dark red blood. Han Zu got up from the ground, his body struck again, his wounds more severe, more of his fake heart exposed, and part of his intestines ruptured in his abdomen, but he still didn't care and charged into the crowd again, his eyes filled with even more intense killing intent.

A soldier charged forward, wielding an energy battle axe. The axe, constructed of metal and crystal, shimmered with blue energy that flowed along its blade, emitting a low, buzzing sound. The soldier gripped the handle with both hands, raised the axe overhead, and using his body weight, brought it down hard on Han Zu's neck. The axe blade sliced ​​through the air, creating a powerful gust of wind that dispersed the surrounding mist. The energy on the blade rubbed against the air, producing blue sparks.

Han Zu dodged to the side, the axe blade grazing his neck. The energy from the blade burned his skin, leaving a deep red mark that instantly charred the skin around the mark. He viciously grabbed the soldier's wrist, the fiery energy surging into the soldier's body through his fingers. The soldier's wrist was instantly charred, the skin and muscle tissue turning into a black paste that peeled off continuously. The soldier let out a shrill scream, trying to pull his wrist away, but Han Zu's hand gripped it like an iron clamp, rendering him immobile.

Han Zu yanked the soldier close, his hastily repaired and partially restored left arm slamming into the soldier's helmet with a thunderous crack. Though not as powerful as before, the helmet shattered instantly, fragments flying everywhere. The force wasn't completely neutralized by the helmet; the soldier's head exploded like a watermelon, red brain matter and white marrow splattering all over Han Zu. The brain matter and marrow landed on his wounds, mixing with blood and emitting a pungent odor. The soldier's body slumped to the ground, eyes wide open. Like his other comrades killed by Han Zu, his dead face bore the lingering marks of pain and fear.

Han Zu seized the energy battle axe, the blue energy on it repelling the flame energy within his body, producing a hissing sound. With a backhand swing, the axe, imbued with a mixture of blue and black energy, cleaved a soldier attacking from behind in two at the waist. "Splat!" The soldier's body was severed in two, his upper and lower body separated, red blood and internal organs gushing from the fracture, splattering across the ground. His upper body landed on the ground, convulsing violently, his face contorted in pain, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, but no sound escaping; his lower body remained upright for a few seconds before collapsing to the ground, blood continuously gushing from the cut, forming dark red pools on the ground.

Seeing Han Zu fight so fiercely despite his injuries, the surrounding soldiers were filled with fear. They retreated hastily, trying to keep their distance. But Han Zu wasn't about to give them that chance. Wielding the stolen energy battle axe, he rampaged through the crowd like a wild beast. Each swing of the axe claimed the lives of one, or even several, soldiers. The corpses piled up on the ground, their blood and entrails staining the entire core area a dark red.

A soldier who still had the courage tried to ambush Han Zu from the side, wielding an energy dagger and stabbing it into Han Zu's back. The dagger, glowing with blue light, pierced Han Zu's wound.

“Sizzle!!!!”

The energy dagger's attack successfully pierced Han Zu's already damaged skin and muscles, further widening the wound. The blue energy continuously corroded the surrounding tissue, making the wound grow larger and larger. Han Zu's body trembled slightly, and with a backhand axe strike, he severed the soldier's arm. The soldier's arm, hanging upside down, landed on the ground, blood gushing from the severed end, forming a red pillar that briefly created a strange and terrifying rainbow amidst the light from the crystals above and the weapons around him. The soldier let out a shrill scream and turned to flee, but Han Zu stepped forward, cleaving his body in two with his axe, then crushing one half of his body with a stomp.