I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

kill.

Okun could think of nothing else but killing the man in front of him.

All obstacles in the way must be removed.

With a low growl, he spread his wings and pounced on the nearest mutated warrior.

The battle erupted suddenly. Oken charged toward his target at incredible speed, his crimson wings slicing through the air like blades, sending a mutated warrior flying.

Before the warrior even landed, he was torn to pieces by the sharpness of the wings.

Another warrior seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack from the side, his vines wrapped around thorns and thrusting at Oken, but Oken was deflected by his wings.

He merged with a vine-like plant, his limbs extending steel-like tendrils, sweeping towards Oken with a whooshing sound.

Oken dodged to the side, his wings flapping violently as he unleashed a powerful punch.

The fist snapped the vines, creating a sharp whistling sound.

However, the warrior was unharmed, and his vines, after breaking, quickly grew back and wrapped around Oken's legs.

Oken roared, stomped his hind foot hard, the floor groaned, and he leaped into the air.

With a flap of his wings, he transformed into a crimson shadow and charged toward his opponent.

The claw-like fingertips pierced the mutated warrior's chest, blood splattering everywhere, carrying a sweet, metallic scent.

However, Oken had no time to catch his breath as another warrior's fist came crashing down like lightning, carrying astonishing wind pressure.

He dodged to the side, the force of the punch grazing his ear, yet still causing a sharp pain in his eardrums.

Behind him, a soldier suddenly sprayed out a large cloud of green poisonous mist, the spreading odor making Oken's throat tighten.

He flapped his wings forcefully, creating a gust of wind that dispersed the poisonous fog, but his breathing also became heavy.

The attacks of several soldiers came wave after wave.

Some wielded blade-like plant branches, sharp enough to cut through steel; others spat out corrosive acid, leaving deep craters in the floor. Okun dodged and retaliated time and again, each strike fueled by boundless fury.

His crimson wings shone brightly, and his sharp claws sliced ​​through the air, repelling one enemy after another.

Two fusion warriors lay on the ground, their bodies torn apart, their screams echoing through the laboratory.

Rios's eyes lit up with increasing joy.

Oken is most likely not yet in its complete form. Moreover, normally, an individual is at its weakest when it leaves the incubation chamber.

Yet this guy was able to kill a seventh-tier fusion warrior.

Its potential is unimaginable!

However, Eugen was still in a weakened state after completing the fusion process.

After killing several fusion warriors, his movements began to slow down.

He had not yet fully mastered the fusion power within his body, and his body was gradually becoming overwhelmed.

His vision was somewhat blurred, and his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

The remaining warriors seized the opportunity and pressed forward relentlessly, unleashing a barrage of attacks on Oken, whose figure swayed amidst the torrential onslaught.

He still couldn't fully control this newborn power.

Finally, Oken crashed heavily to the ground with a thud.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his crimson wings drooped limply.

He struggled to get up, but his body was completely unresponsive.

The surrounding air gradually quieted down.

Rios slowly emerged from the shadows behind the plant warriors, his expression calm.

He stood before Oken, looking down at the subdued man with that familiar mockery and satisfaction on his face.

The way he scrutinized Ouken was as if he were examining a newly completed work of art.

"You've struggled long enough, but the outcome was predetermined from the start."

Oken struggled to get up, but the combined strength of the warriors rendered him immobile.

His knees slammed heavily to the ground, and his crimson wings drooped limply.

His heart was filled with anger and resentment, a rage that surged within him like boiling magma, yet found no outlet.

The person he was supposed to kill was right in front of him, yet his limbs were firmly bound.

His knees were on the cold metal floor, his chest heaving violently, and anger burned fiercely in his eyes.

“You know what, Okun?”

Rios' voice was deep and carried a hint of coldness. "You are one of my most satisfying creations. Blood Feather Sunflower—this is a precious plant provided by the Origin People, and you, after becoming its vessel, have been able to display such powerful strength."

He bent down slightly, gesturing for a fusion warrior to turn Okun's chin and force him to look directly into his eyes.

Oken gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with crimson.

"Don't look at me like that."

Rios said softly, his tone chillingly calm, "Your family has long been wiped out, and you have no one left to rely on."

"You are all alone, with no friends and no allies. Your only destiny is to submit to me."

As he spoke, he slowly straightened up, his tone becoming even more ruthless: "Submit to me, become my mutated warrior, and I can let you continue to live. Otherwise—" He gestured to the guards beside him, "You know the consequences."

Oken gritted his teeth, remained silent, and did not answer.

His gaze was like a knife fixed on Rios, his boundless hatred seemingly about to overflow.

Rios sighed and shook his head slightly: "You should understand that in this world, only the strong have the right to make the rules. And you no longer have the right to resist me."

He smiled slightly, a coldness tinged with pity. "Last chance, Okun. Submit to me, or become a walking corpse."

Looking at the man in front of him, who was smiling confidently as if he felt he had everything under control, Okun just wanted to tear everything to shreds.

But he couldn't.

His exhausted limbs were firmly held down by the fusion warrior.

Large doses of sedatives also took effect at this time, gradually numbing his nerves.

The only thing keeping him conscious was the boundless hatred that had seeped into his very bones.

He looked up and let out a defiant roar.

The enormous red wings tried to flutter, but were firmly pinned to the ground by the vines.

He hated his own weakness and incompetence.

He was nearly insane, yet powerless to do anything about it.

'tick'

A few tiny drops of water fell to the ground.

Oken noticed an unusual sound.

The sound was extremely faint, as if the distant tide was gradually approaching.

As time went on, the roar of the surging waves grew louder and louder, as if trying to fill his eardrums.

The world seemed to fall silent before the sound of those surging waves.

Rios' voice and the roar of the instruments faded into the distance.

Ultimately, in the world of Okun, only one voice remained.

"The tide is coming in..."

A hoarse voice sounded in his ear: "Do you...want revenge?"

The voice was icy, yet carried an irresistible allure.

Oken's body stiffened, and his eyes widened slightly.