Infinite Regeneration In The Apocalypse Chapter 85: (All Fixed) Throwing An Entire Building At Levi!

Vogue didn’t give them ti to aim properly. He activated Ti Step, and the world slowed down around him dramatically. At the sa ti, he pushed Dragon Might and Black Sun to their maximum output simultaneously.

His muscles expanded, veins bulging across his arms and neck. His skin turned bright crimson red, steam pouring from every pore as his internal temperature spiked to dangerous levels. His speed increased exponentially, the multiple enhancent techniques stacking on top of each other.

He surged forward like a burning teor, moving so fast that friction with the air created visible flas trailing behind him. He looked like a shuttle made of fire cutting through the atmosphere.

The soldiers opened fire, but their bullets seed to crawl through the air from Vogue’s perspective. He weaved between the shots, his body twisting and bending in ways that should have been impossible. Bullets passed within milliters of his skin, so close he could feel the heat, but none connected.

But before he could close the remaining distance to the soldiers, sothing massive moved in his peripheral vision.

A full-sized delivery truck suddenly flew toward him from the side like a sledgehamr being swung by a giant. Captain John had used his telekinesis to lift the multi-ton vehicle and hurl it at Vogue with devastating force and speed.

Vogue had no ti to dodge. He crossed both arms in front of his chest and braced himself.

"BOOM!"

The truck slamd into him with the force of a train collision. His feet dug deep furrows into the asphalt as he was driven backward, pushed by the vehicle’s montum. His arms strained against the crushing pressure, bones creaking from the stress.

Then he was sent flying, the truck’s mass and velocity overwhelming even his dragon-enhanced strength. He tumbled through the air, spinning end over end before crashing through a storefront window and disappearing inside the building.

But at that exact sa mont, six blurs rushed out from a nearby building where they had been hiding and reforming. Vogue’s newly created clones, already fully ford and transford into their dragon states.

They attacked the five soldiers from all sides simultaneously, surrounding them in a perfect circle. Each clone moved with the sa enhanced speed and power as the original, creating a coordinated assault that was impossible to defend against.

The soldiers tried to react, tried to bring their weapons to bear, but they were hopelessly outnumbered and outmatched.

Before Captain John could intervene with his telekinesis, before he could shield them or throw another vehicle, the six clones pressed themselves against the soldiers and activated their trump card.

"Erupt!" all six voices shouted in perfect unison.

Six massive crimson explosions detonated simultaneously in a tight cluster, the overlapping blasts amplifying each other’s destructive power.

"KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!"

The combined force created an explosion that dwarfed anything that had co before. A mushroom cloud of fire and smoke rose thirty ters into the air, the heat so intense it lted the asphalt in a perfect circle around the detonation point.

The shockwave expanded outward in a visible ring of compressed air. It shattered every window within a five-block radius, set off hundreds of car alarms, and knocked down street signs and traffic lights like dominoes.

Captain John was hovering twenty ters above the street, but even at that height he was caught by the edge of the expanding shockwave. He raised both hands and created his blue barrier just in ti, the protective shield forming a sphere around his body.

The explosion slamd into his barrier with trendous force, pushing him backward through the air. His feet skidded across the rooftop he’d been floating above as he was driven back several ters before he managed to anchor himself.

When the flas finally died down and the smoke began to clear, John lowered his barrier and looked down at the devastation below. His expression was completely blank, emotionless, but sothing dark flickered in his eyes.

The street was a crater. The five soldiers who had survived this long were simply gone, vaporized completely by the overlapping explosions. There was nothing left but blood splatter, scattered rubble, fragnts of bone, intestines spread across the pavent, severed heads and arms lying in pools of spreading blood.

Thirty trained soldiers had entered this area. Now they were all dead, killed by a single player within minutes.

John took a slow breath and processed the situation with cold tactical analysis. He was just one of many captains who had been briefed about the players and then dispatched to different areas of the city for what his superiors called "the cleansing."

He hadn’t expected to encounter such a troubleso player this early in the operation. Most players should still be weak, still figuring out their abilities, easy to eliminate with conventional military force.

But this one was different. This one was a monster disguised as a teenage boy.

John had lost all his soldiers, n he was supposed to develop into super soldiers through the hidden quest rewards. Each death of a player was supposed to grant experience and enhancent items that would be distributed among his squad, gradually transforming them into enhanced warriors.

Now they were all dead, and all those potential rewards were lost. It was infuriating, though his face showed nothing but cold calculation.

He turned his full attention toward Vogue, who was climbing out of the storefront he’d been thrown into, brushing glass and debris off his shoulders.

"You’re seriously annoying," John said, his voice flat and emotionless despite the fury burning in his chest.

Vogue smirked at him, blood dripping from a cut on his forehead that was already healing. "In your next life, you wouldn’t be so stupid and arrogant, thinking anyone can be killed easily. I’m the reason why people fear strangers."

John’s eye twitched slightly, the only visible sign of his anger. "Just die!"

Veins popped up across his forehead and temples, bulging visibly as he channeled massive amounts of ntal energy. His face turned slightly red from the strain. He spread both arms wide to his sides in a dramatic gesture.

Instantly, a massive building behind him started to shake violently. The entire structure, at least ten stories tall and taking up half a city block, began to tremble. Windows shattered from the stress. Cracks spread across the facade like spiderwebs.