Fenrir lowered his head, his cold, dark-red vertical pupils locking onto Marcus as his wolfish maw curled into a cruel grin.
"Is that just a tickle?"
Before his voice even faded, another wolf claw lunged out like lightning, swiping toward Marcus's head!
Marcus possessed extrely rich combat experience. At the critical mont, he crossed his tallized arms to block while simultaneously pushing off the ground to retreat rapidly.
Screeech—!
The ear-piercing sound of tal scraping rang out.
Though Marcus escaped the fate of having his head crushed, five deep claw marks were left on the tallized skin of his arms, nearly tearing through to the bone!
The massive force sent him flying, and he only stopped after smashing through a jeep, his internal energy and blood churning.
In just one exchange, two SS-Rank Hunter working together were completely suppressed!
Expressions of disbelief appeared in both of their eyes.
While Fenrir was taking on two opponents at once and causing havoc, firmly drawing the coalition's strongest combatants and most of their attention...
...on the other side, in the seemingly peaceful City ruins, a sudden change occurred!
The middle and lower-tier troops of the coalition, who had surged toward the front of the base or were scattered in the surrounding streets preparing to scale the walls and find weak points, suddenly felt their surroundings blur and twist.
Tall buildings remained tall buildings and ruins remained ruins, but the details quietly shifted.
Familiar broken billboards beca the notice boards of their hotowns from mory; cold steel and concrete were stained with the warm yellow of old wooden planks; the sll of gunpowder was replaced by the scent of cooking fires and food... They saw their forr selves, their forr families.
A woman wearing her mother's favorite dress stood at the doorway, smiling and waving.
A man holding a bow and arrow sat on a threshold under the setting sun.
A little sister with braided hair and crisp laughter chased a rolling ball across the grass... These were mories buried deep in their hearts, mories they didn't dare touch.
This was the ho they could never return to and the family they would never see again after the Main God Ga descended.
"An illusion?! It's an illusion technique!"
So with strong willpower reacted imdiately, shouting loudly in an attempt to wake their companions.
But more people, especially those bottom-tier Reincarnators who had lost everything in the Apocalypse and forced themselves into numbness, stood dazed as if struck by lightning.
Tears flowed uncontrollably, and the weapons in their hands slowly lowered.
The sadness, helplessness, and longing they had deliberately forgotten surged like a dam breaking, instantly shattering the psychological defenses they had built with indifference and ferocity.
The originally high-pitched battle cries and the montum of the charge suddenly slowed and fell into chaos, as if hitting an invisible wall.
Right then—
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dense, precise gunfire and the sound of crossbow bolts cutting through the air rang out from all directions!
Bullets and arrows were no longer fired aimlessly; they were like they had eyes, shooting from extrely tricky angles and specifically targeting the vitals of enemies who were dazed or in chaotic formations!
Apocalypse warriors clad in Shadow Camouflage suddenly appeared as if growing out of the walls, the ground, or the shadows, launching lethal strikes!
They operated in groups of three to five with perfect coordination, using long-range fire to suppress and lee strikes to harvest, acting like efficient killing machines.
"Enemy attack! Take cover!"
Minor leaders and experts within the coalition shouted hoarsely, trying to organize a counterattack.
But the ranks had been broken by the illusions and the ambush; hearts were wavering, and everyone fought for themselves.
Hawk Eye's figure was like a phantom, moving rapidly through the shadows and high points of the buildings.
His Dynamic Vision took in the entire chaotic battlefield; the position and movents of every enemy, and even the weak points in their energy flow, were clearly mapped in his mind.
The custom large-caliber sniper rifle in his hands rarely fired, but every ti it did, a coalition leader trying to organize a counterattack or a highly threatening Reincarnator would inevitably fall, either headshotted or hit in a vital spot.
His presence was like a poisonous thorn, precisely paralyzing the coalition's middle and lower-level command nodes.
anwhile, Leah remained hidden in the darkness, the azure light of her Illusionary Eye swirling.
She was not only maintaining the large-scale illusion to exert continuous pressure but was also creating small-scale cognitive distortions at key points.
She made a small squad of coalition troops mistake their comrades for Apocalypse soldiers and kill each other, and caused several enemies charging toward firing points to suddenly see a cliff ahead and stop dead, becoming sitting ducks.
She even caused a certain berserk enemy Reincarnator to inexplicably turn his attacks toward his own allies... The perfect combination of illusions and physical warfare demonstrated the power of field control to its fullest.
Although Leah's own attributes and combat power weren't high, her field control ability could be called a nightmare for lower-tier Reincarnators and armies.
At this mont, the City ruins had beco Apocalypse's ho turf. The coalition's massive nurical advantage was being rapidly partitioned, weakened, and eroded under precise traps, environntal control, and psychological strikes.
On the watchtower, William looked down over the entire battlefield like the most composed chess player.
In the encrypted channel, reports from squad leaders, sniper points, and those with special abilities were concise and clear. He constantly issued commands and adjusted deploynts.
"Sector B3, two A-rank strength-type Reincarnators are gathering. Have the Sledgehamr Squad handle them; stall them first."
"East street, the enemy is trying to establish a defensive line using the mall. Squad C7, use smoke grenades for cover; the Dark Blade Team will infiltrate through the ventilation ducts."
"Watch the helicopter at three o'clock; it's trying to strafe our illusion nodes. Hawk Eye, that's yours."
"Leah, you can try to cause a little trouble for Rex. For example, let him see Marcus suddenly betray him and attack from behind."
William's voice was steady without the slightest ripple, as if the scene before him wasn't a battlefield where flesh and blood flew, but an ongoing sandbox simulation.
Every order landed precisely on a key point of the battlefield, gradually converting the Apocalypse's advantages into a winning montum.
With minimal cost, he disrupted the coalition's ranks while simultaneously training the combat and coordination capabilities of the Apocalypse troops.
William had never truly viewed the coalition of eighteen factions as a single enemy, because he knew that the leaders of these factions would never let their subordinates follow one person's command, lest their own power be stripped away.
Everyone had selfish motives, and these coalition mbers were even more so; from the very beginning, they were all plotting for their own maximum benefit.
Therefore, the coalition was destined to be unable to integrate efficiently or utilize their nurical advantage.
And for an army that cannot integrate efficiently, once its top-tier combatants are tied down, the remaining subordinates will only fight for themselves, turning into a chaotic ss.
The path Apocalypse would conquer in the future would be far bloodier than this; the battle before them was rely a starting point to let Apocalypse undergo a true baptism of blood and familiarize themselves with a real war scene.
Future battles would only be more perilous than this!
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