Chapter 125: There is No Struggle; There is Only Despair

Chapter 125: There is No Struggle; There is Only Despair: Resurrection

Chapter 125: There is No Struggle; There is Only Despair

Although they had found the way to hunt down Cillin, fear continued to envelop them.

Excluding those who were roaming outside Sector Z, Poison Fang numbered almost one hundred thousand people on this planet. But now, Carranio suddenly noticed that there were only less than fifty thousand people left before he realised it.

No one could’ve thought that Cillin, a mere kid; a kid who had absolutely no fame in the galaxy at all could destroy more than fifty thousand people on this planet, although of course the majority of that fifty thousand victims had been food for worms. Aside from the ‘Birds of Paradise’, after the research base had been desertified, upgraded versions of the suppressant were no longer available. This caused the parasites that were initially spread to slowly grow resistant to the basic suppressants. Therefore, it was plain that the infected Poison Fang members would not hold out for long. The ‘Birds of Paradise’ were not needed here. An infected person was like a live sack of nutrition who would eventually be sucked dry by those tiny parasites.

Plenty of Poison Fang members who chased after Cillin collapsed halfway and never stood up again. With every passing minute, a huge amount of tiny parasites were born in the host’s body through asexual division. The tiny parasites that had developed a resistance were like starved refugees who had suddenly found a table full of delicious foods in front of them.

Therefore, the period between weakness to death lasted only a few minutes for the infected, but they would feel distinctly every second of their debilitation as their life slipped through their grasps, as if the devil’s own hand had gripped onto their souls and led them slowly towards hell.

There was no struggle. There was only despair.

My research base. The blow was no doubt a stab in Carranio’s heart; the biggest slap to the face he had ever endured in his life.

In reality, there were many factors that contributed to the destruction of Poison Fang’s research base. The scarlet desert environment had sped up the speed of the desertification process, and the research base had failed to discover the threat in time. By the time the desertification hit the research base it was already too late to stop it. No one could have imagined that there was a cybcom who could burrow into the ground and block the scan signals of this place.

Therefore, Carranio still had no idea how the destruction of his research base could’ve happened even until now. However, since what had happened had happened, it was too late to question the cause already. Right now, Carranio was pouring every energy he had into hunting Cillin.

Night slowly descended at the cross field. Once, night time was Poison Fang’s favorite time of the day. There was nothing more they loved than slaughtering their preys and listening to their fearful and despairing screams under the cover of the night. However, the current situation was far from their expectations. Cillin was like a silent catcher waiting in the dark and pushing them step by step towards the brink of no return. What would happen then when the night had descended pletely?

The Poison Fang members did not dare to imagine the oute.

The night belongs to the devil.

The difference of temperature between day and night on this planet was huge. Although their thick protective suits could keep them warm, the Poison Fang members couldn’t help but feel unusually cold; a cold that made their very scalp tingle. Every one of their pores were permeating with cold air, stimulating their nerves to tighten even tauter than it was before.