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In Noah's ears, there was only a continuous, sharp ringing that threatened to pierce his skull.
The world before his eyes turned into a silent, slow-motion black and white movie.
He could see Claire's face, covered in gunpowder and bloodstains, filled with the same pain and confusion as his own.
Not far away, the colossal, mountain-like Leo was also kneeling on one knee, his turbid single eye staring blankly at the ground, as if his Soul had been shaken out of his body by the terrifying sound waves.
And then.
He saw several thick, bloody tentacles shoot out from the writhing, Fleshy Mother Body.
They tore through the distorted air, like venomous snakes reaching out from the depths of Hell to claim lives.
The Bone Spikes at their tips, gleaming with chilling light, aimed at the three pathetic victims who had completely lost the ability to resist.
Time, at this moment, was stretched incredibly slowly.
Noah's brain was frantically working amidst the severe ringing in his ears.
He tried to move his body, tried to execute even the most insignificant dodge.
But the destructive residual vibrations remaining in his body pinned him firmly in place, like countless invisible nails.
Just as the sharp Bone Spikes were about to touch his pupils.
A more primitive, more savage instinct burst forth from the deepest part of his body, which had undergone g-virus Fusion.
Noah's body suddenly fell sideways at an angle that completely defied physical common sense.
"Pfft—!"
The bloody tentacle, powerful enough to easily pierce an armored vehicle, smashed violently into the ground right next to his nose.
The hard, specialized alloy floor was hammered, like fragile tofu, into a bottomless, terrifying crater.
Gravel scattered everywhere like shrapnel.
One piece cut Noah's cheek, leaving a burning trail of blood.
On the other side, Claire's reaction was almost simultaneous with his.
Her body, which had also been slowly modified by the g-virus, erupted with agility far exceeding that of a normal person.
A clumsy roll barely allowed her to avoid the fatal sweep of another tentacle.
Only Leo.
His overly massive body simply couldn't make any effective dodging movements in time.
He merely raised his head.
Using his turbid, weary single eye, he calmly watched the bloody spear thrusting straight toward his chest.
"Puchi—!"
There was another dull, sickening sound of flesh being pierced.
The thick tentacle effortlessly pierced Leo's already massive chest, which was covered in savage wounds.
The enormous impact force dragged his huge body backward for several meters.
Yet Leo did not fall.
He didn't even let out a groan of pain.
He simply lowered his head and looked at the hideous, fleshy construct that had penetrated his body.
Then he let out a silent roar.
But Noah and Claire could clearly "hear" the grief and desperation capable of tearing the heavens apart, conveyed through his twisted, painful, yet infinitely angry expression.
He extended his huge, deformed claw, capable of crushing steel.
He gripped the tentacle that had run through his body tightly.
Then, using all his strength, he resisted the immense force that threatened to crush him.
Step by step, he moved toward the black, rectangular Iron Box he had thrown in earlier.
His movements were very slow.
Every step left a terrifying, deep red footprint on the ground, mixed with blood and fragments of internal organs.
He turned his head, his single eye fixed intensely on Noah and Claire.
His mouth was opening and closing violently.
There was no sound.
But the action was perfectly clear.
Cover me!
Noah understood instantly.
He didn't even have time to feel the pain on his cheek, nor to heed the ringing that was still raging wildly in his mind.
He leaped up from the ground.
He drew the large-caliber desert eagle, cold and heavy in his hand, from the holster at his waist.
"Bang—!"
He couldn't hear the deafening gunshot.
But he could feel the familiar, massive recoil spreading from his arm throughout his body.
A large-caliber bullet, carrying all his rage, whistled and spun, accurately slamming into Emily's sacred and perfect body at the center of the "Fleshy Rose."
A spray of blood exploded.
Emily's petite body shook violently.
Her pure golden eyes instantly locked onto Noah.
Her gaze was filled with the cold fury of being provoked by an ant.
The Fleshy Mother Body behind her began to writhe violently.
More tentacles sprouted wildly from the Mother Body, like poisonous fungi after a rain.
They swept toward Noah in an overwhelming tide.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Claire also reacted.
The Grenade Launcher in her hand let out a muffled roar.
High-Explosive Grenades, trailing long plumes of fire, traced arcs of vengeance through the air.
They struck repeatedly around Emily's main body.
Violent explosions kicked up balls of orange-red, destructive flames.
The shockwaves temporarily halted the newly grown tentacles in mid-air.
Emily was completely enraged.
She abandoned the suppression of Leo and focused all her attacks on Noah and Claire.
Dozens of bloody tentacles intertwined in the air, forming an airtight net of death.
They frantically descended upon the two of them.
Noah and Claire could only rely on their superhuman reaction speeds, dodging clumsily amidst the torrential attacks.
Every dodge was a cheek-to-cheek dance with the Grim Reaper.
But they succeeded in gaining those precious, golden few seconds for Leo.
Leo finally staggered up to the black Iron Box.
His deformed hands, soaked in blood, fumbled haphazardly for the latch on the box.
His vision had begun to blur.
His consciousness, due to excessive blood loss, had become like a flickering candle in the wind.
But he still clenched his teeth tightly.
Driven by his final shred of obsession, he forcefully pried open the cold metal latch.
"Clang—!"
The lid was violently ripped open.
Inside the box.
Lay a silent steel monster, filled with the aesthetics of violence.
It was a huge, hideous Quadruple-Barreled Rocket Launcher.
The matte black metal launcher was covered in complex piping and unknown interfaces.
Four massive muzzles, thicker than an adult's thigh, stood side by side, like the gaping jaws of four sleeping Cerberus hounds.
Exuding a cold aura of destruction capable of swallowing everything.
Emily also sensed the terrifying energy fluctuation that threatened her life.
She abandoned the pointless pursuit of Noah and Claire.
All the tentacles retracted quickly into the Fleshy Mother Body, like a receding tide.
And then.
Her petite, naked body leaned back slightly once more.
Assuming that elegant yet fatal posture.
She was about to launch that world-destroying sonic attack again.
A flash of determination crossed Claire's eyes.
Looking at Emily's cherry-like mouth, which was about to open.
She knew this was the last and only chance.
With incredible speed, she pulled a red Incendiary Grenade from her tactical vest.
This was the last one.
She barely aimed.
Relying on the muscle memory formed from hundreds of training sessions, she loaded the grenade, which carried all her hope, into the launcher.
Then she pulled the trigger.
"Whoosh—!"
The orange-red Incendiary Round trailed a brilliant yet tragic plume of fire.
One second before Emily opened her lips.
It accurately and violently slammed into her slightly parted, cherry-like mouth.
"Boom—!!!!!"
This time, the explosion came from the inside.
The horrifying heat of over a thousand degrees, mixed with viscous incendiary agents, erupted deep within Emily's throat.
There was no shrill roar.
Only a dull, short whimper, forcibly cut off by the flames and explosion.
Her elegant posture instantly collapsed.
She fell painfully into the stamen of the giant "Fleshy Rose," like a butterfly with broken wings.
Golden flames frantically gushed out from her seven orifices.
Leo moved.
He used his arm, which was covered in savage claw marks and already being forcibly repaired by the parasite, to prop up the heavy Quadruple-Barreled Rocket Launcher.
The bones inside his body were making sounds of cracking under the overwhelming burden.
The large wound on his chest, which was still bleeding, was ripped open even wider with his movements.
But he seemed to feel no pain whatsoever.
His turbid, bloodshot single eye locked onto the golden figure struggling painfully in the flames.
In that gaze.
There was deep-seated hatred, and endless sorrow.
And a hint of relief, like deliverance.
"Bonne journée" (Have a good day, implied meaning: Farewell).
Without hesitation, he pulled the cold, heavy trigger.
"Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom—!"
Four connected, muffled roars, seeming to come from the deepest depths of Hell.
Four huge Rockets, trailing spiral plumes of fire, shot out of the barrels.
Carrying a man's final love and hatred.
Carrying a monster's final unwillingness and despair.
Trailing four destructive light trails capable of tearing the sky apart.
They violently slammed into the giant "Fleshy Rose."
The entire world instantly lost all color.
Only a pure, dazzling white remained, capable of consuming everything.
Immediately after.
Came a terrifying explosion powerful enough to completely overturn the entire Underground Base.
The entire hall was shaking violently.
The ceiling groaned, the walls cracked, and the floor collapsed.
Noah and Claire were violently thrown away by the overwhelming, terrifying shockwave.
Like two helpless dead leaves in a Category 5 hurricane.
They tumbled through the air, crashing into the twisted, deformed metal wall.
Then they fell heavily to the ground.
Noah, whose hearing was slowly returning, seemed to hear a shriek of extreme anguish and pain that was not human.
And then.
He saw countless fine, blood-red Hyphae spread frantically from the center of the explosion like a breached flood.
Instantly covering the entire floor, ceiling, and walls of the hall.
The world became a huge, writhing, living Nest woven from blood and Hyphae.
And then.
The vibrant blood-red color slowly began to fade.
Turning into a sickly, withered yellow.
And then.
Turning into dead, decayed char.
Finally.
The Hyphae that had once danced wildly lost all their vitality.
They peeled away fragilely from the walls and ceiling, like a pile of dry weeds consumed by fire.
Dissolving into black ash filling the air.
And at the very center of the explosion.
That once arrogant, god-like "Holy Mother of Filth Blood."
Emily.
Her flawless body had also turned into a dry, charred Withered Fungal Stalk barely retaining a human shape.
Lying silently on the melted ground.
Like an ugly, failed sculpture forgotten for millions of years.
He didn't know how much time had passed.
Noah slowly regained consciousness.
He felt as if his body had been repeatedly run over by a fully loaded heavy truck.
Every joint cried out in protest.
He took a deep breath.
The air was filled with a strong smell of charring and burning.
He slowly exhaled the foul air, mixed with dust and blood.
"It's finally... over."
A cold, soft, yet powerful hand tightly grasped his own.
It was Claire.
She had also woken up, her beautiful face showing exhaustion and the relief of surviving a catastrophe.
"Yes," her voice was extremely hoarse.
"It's over."
The two exchanged a smile.
Then, they struggled to climb up from the ground.
Their gazes fell upon the ravaged battlefield.
Leo lay on the ground, slowly recovering, and nodded to the two of them.
Noah and Claire took the elevator and slowly returned to the "Childrens Paradise Area," which was filled with fairy-tale colors.
It was still quiet here.
Filled with the sweet scent of milk and cookies.
The elevator doors slowly opened.
Etienne stood guard by the entrance, like a statue waiting anxiously for their return.
When he saw Noah's and Claire's faces, battered but still alive.
The man who had desperately held on through countless days and nights of despair could no longer control his emotions.
His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground, weeping, muttering:
"Is it all over?"
His voice was trembling violently.
"Can we... can we leave now?"
Claire walked over to Angela, who was hiding behind Sophia.
She crouched down and gently stroked the little girl's golden hair with her dust-covered hands.
A gentle, heartfelt smile appeared on her face.
"Yes, everything is over."
"It's time for us to go home."
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