Squeezing out from the crevice, the figure of the Tentacle Monster was fully exposed. At this mont, its body had swelled more than twice its original size, like a small mountain, giving an oppressive feeling. Its dozen or so tentacles flailed about freely, and at the center of its body, there was a sharp and malicious eye.
Tentacle Monster.
To be precise, it was a Tentacle Monster that had stepped into the Silver Tier.
Compared to the one Chen Feng encountered earlier at the nursing ho, this Tentacle Monster was more massive in size. The once soft tentacles now resembled muscles, solid and powerful.
When they slapped the ground, the surrounding floor was instantly lifted and shattered.
Even more so, the sli on its body didn't provoke a feeling of playful disgust. Instead, it acted like a corrosive liquid, dripping onto the floor, turning it jet black.
And the granules on the tentacles, if observed closely, were so sharp barbs.
This appearance seed a bit off.
The furrow on Chen Feng's brow, already there because of this unusual Summoned Beast, deepened at this mont, forming a clear "川" shape.
It was indeed a Tentacle Monster, but its appearance greatly differed from the creatures he was familiar with.
To put it simply, it might be a Tentacle Monster that had completely abandoned its notorious whimsy—no longer interested in trampling or sensual pleasures, but a mutated Tentacle Monster pursuing pure strength and destructive power.
In the Abyss, Mutant Creatures were not a rare species.
Perhaps it was because there were so many types, no one knew what sothing might turn into after eating so strange food one day.
As for its head, a pointed cone-like horn had grown, different from its dark body, this horn was bright red.
Muscular tentacles, corrosive sli, bright red horn.
It was unimaginable. If the other party really took a liking to females, unless they had the abnormal physique of the Dragon Race, any ordinary humanoid creature wouldn't last a single round before eting their end.
In conclusion…
This summoned Tentacle Monster redefined ugliness for Chen Feng, but simply in terms of aura, it stood a step above the Jackal-wolfman.
"Snap!"
Once the two Summoned Beasts devoured all the flesh and blood in front of them, Chen Feng snapped his fingers, sending them back to the Abyss.
"East of the bridge hides dragons and tigers, no one knows how many experts are hidden in the shadows. Now, I hold two more trump cards, greatly increasing my security. In the vast east of the bridge, any threat to is minimal." Chen Feng pondered slowly, then walked out of the training room,
Li Siqi's advancent to Silver Tier caused a brief weather change. Now it was noon, the dark clouds had dispersed, and the sun shone once more on the camp.
The people who had been sheltering from the rain gradually returned to their posts to continue their work.
In the busy crowd, besides the adults, there were also the elderly and the children. No power could afford idlers in this era; pies wouldn't fall from the sky.
However, in Order, the elderly and weak mostly did what they could manage, with a lighter workload. But east of the bridge was different, where even among the transport teams, one could often spot children.
"No matter how powerful east of the bridge is, it's no easy feat to feed hundreds of thousands. To live a slightly better life, everyone has to pay a corresponding price."
Having spent so ti east of the bridge in his previous life, Chen Feng was used to such phenona. On the surface, things looked fine—not exactly prosperous but thriving. Yet, where there is light, there is darkness. In places unknown, many dirty dealings still occurred.
Flesh factory.
So hooligans, idle and unemployed, with not enough food, targeted the less fortunate.
Children and won were their main targets. After kidnapping them, they first abused and tortured them to satisfy their desires, then bled and slaughtered them, cooking them like pigs and sheep.
Although Feng Zhiyong cracked down hard, these people were like wild grasses, impossible to truly eradicate. Once a batch was cleared, new thugs would erge after a while.
Hunger drives people to commit many insane actions.
To completely solve this issue, the most important point is to ensure everyone is well-fed, but with hundreds of thousands of mouths, the daily grain consumption is astronomical. Ensuring everyone is well-fed is easier said than done.
The world is in chaos, with monstrosities rampant.
Insects devour humans, beasts hunt humans, and even humans slaughter their own kind.
Beyond lies the scorching sun, yet Chen Feng felt as if he were marching into darkness.
This darkness stemd from the apocalypse. This wasn't a world where excessive kindness ensured survival. You're ruthless? I can be more ruthless than you. You're evil? I can be more evil than you.
Battle and slaughter—people living on this land, much like insects in a jar, need to overco others to live slightly more comfortably.
But Chen Feng was already accustod to this atmosphere. For so, this endless pressure would even make it hard to breathe, but for Chen Feng, this was simply a part of life.
Any existence that posed a threat to him, if it raised its head, it'd be chopped off; if it extended a hand, it'd be cut off. It was the norm.
Chen Feng walked on and off, experiencing the various facets of life in the New City east of the bridge.
"Woo…"
"Woo woo woo…"
As Chen Feng lazily strolled along the street, a deep yet urgent alarm suddenly resonated from the sky.
"Huh?"
Chen Feng snapped back to reality, looking around to see the patrol team mbers wearing shocked expressions. In the next second, as if waking up suddenly, they ran towards the direction of the square.
With anxious expressions, it was evident that sothing unexpected had occurred.
"What's happening? Why did the bridge east sound the highest alarm?"
"Haven't you heard the news just now? Our base outside has been besieged by zombies. It's said that in just one night, over a thousand were killed."
"Oh heavens, those slow-walking zombies actually breached the base?"
"What do you know? According to the returned wounded, the zombies were countless, with many mutant monsters invulnerable to blades, bullets, fire, and water. Even cannon shots couldn't harm them."
"Oh, people are going to die again."
As the patrol team acted erratically, so civilians gathered and discussed snippets of news they had heard from sowhere.
"Zombie siege? Have the insects begun their layout?" Chen Feng stood aside, his expression slowly growing solemn.
This was no joke.
If the timing was right.
In his past life, around this ti, east of the bridge suffered a major blow.
[Zombie Siege]
This was one of the more dangerous battles in the east bridge's history.
East of the bridge was a human stronghold, while west beca the territory of zombies and insects. In those days, battles between the two species happened frequently, and their slaughters afforded humans a chance to breathe.
However, a month ago, the insects began to deliberately hibernate. No longer bloodthirsty, they fled in further directions; in just about half a month, nearly seventy percent of the insects vanished from west of the bridge.
The Insect Emperor was a competent leader. Despite being just an insect, with evolution, its intelligence had already surpassed ordinary humans, becoming even more formidable.
On the surface, it seed the insects were at a disadvantage, gradually vanishing from people's sight. Yet, unbeknownst to them, this was a ploy by the Insect Emperor. Deprived of their insect at supplies, the once-stable zombies began to go berserk. They needed fresh flesh, making humans their new targets.
The mindless zombies were used by the insects as weapons.
Just like the bad news that had just arrived, a base was completely besieged, with humans and zombies enshed together. In just one night, over a thousand people perished in this battle.
Behind this base stood Feng Zhiyong.
In his previous life, the zombie ergence was far too sudden. After several battles, zombies still overwheld the base with their sheer numbers, killing over six thousand people, both warriors and civilians, without leaving a single complete corpse.
Feng Zhiyong's original intent was to build that place into a stronghold, a place of attack and defense. But the zombies' fierce advance easily overran the painstakingly established stronghold.
Among the six thousand, were people's fathers, sons, husbands; yet, in the face of disaster, they didn't even leave a single body behind.
Countless people raised the banner of recuperation and regeneration, and the once mighty Feng Zhiyong suddenly found himself on the defensive, with even his subordinates opting for mass defection.
Anti-war sentints spread like wildfire.
This also beca the last straw that broke the pro-war faction's back…
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