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Suppressed roars echoed from all around.
Dozens of soldiers were injured or killed in an instant.
The 4th Mechanized Infantry Division was hailed as the best in the entire army, but it became a laughing stock in the face of the powerful Hector.
Carrick refused to admit it and roared as he lunged at him, only to be struck in the chest by a heavy punch the next second. He fell to his knees, staggering and collapsing to the ground.
Hector walked up to him and looked down at him.
"You are their captain."
"No more!"
A deep contempt crept into his lips. He used to envy those soldiers; most of them were tall and strong, unlike him, who was short and ugly and couldn't even find a girlfriend. And now?
He chuckled twice, raised his finger, and aimed it at Carrick's head.
The power of chanting lingered at his fingertips, transforming into an invisible flutter of the heart. Suddenly, he felt something strange beside him and instinctively turned his head.
The ground suddenly sank, and a thick stone pillar shot out from the ground, knocking him to the ground.
In mid-air, Hecate raised his eyebrows slightly and said with some surprise.
"Superpowers? Interesting."
Filled with curiosity, he was about to see who was so brave when suddenly the sunlight became brighter, and a white beam of light shot out from the floor, enveloping Hector. The beam of light seemed to be compressed from countless rays of sunlight, carrying extremely high temperature. It not only blinded him for a short time but also left a large black stain on his body.
At the same time, three people wearing tight-fitting clothes appeared on the street corner.
If it weren't for the FBI insignia on their chests, the terrified soldiers might have mistaken them for the enemy.
Standalov said with undisguised seriousness.
"Only one chance"
Maeve closed her eyes, her skin flushed, and her body temperature rose rapidly. The other two nodded emphatically.
The opponent's body lengthened, his limbs became incredibly thick, and his muscles exploded. In the blink of an eye, he transformed from an inconspicuous person who was 1.7 meters tall into a giant who was over 2.5 meters tall.
He grabbed Maeve's ankle, made her spin around in place, and then threw her forcefully into the air.
Standalone took a deep breath, hovered in the air, his eyes filled with light, and his mental power transformed into a giant hand, tearing at Hector's protective vortex with all his might.
The difference in their energy levels was too great, like the difference between an adult and a child. Standalov used all his strength, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, but he could only open a small hole a meter wide.
This is enough
With the force of the immense power, Maeve flew through the small opening like an arrow, landing beside Hecate. Her skin turned crimson, like red-hot iron, its temperature terrifyingly high.
"go to hell!"
Maeve roared, hugging Hecate tightly with both arms, and all the heat that had been building up inside her exploded.
Give you
An unimaginable roar resounded from above: a red dot appeared in the sky, which shrank continuously until it became a huge fireball with a diameter of more than ten meters.
Give you
A scorching explosion came from overhead, and all the soldiers on the street flew back. Flowers and grass caught fire, water flowed, lanterns hummed, and molten iron was poured onto the road like lava.
An attack of this magnitude is terrifying; it's almost comparable to a small nuclear bomb.
The streets were completely destroyed by the bombing, two buildings collapsed into ruins, and a dust zone tens of meters wide formed on the ground at the center of the explosion.
The flames slowly died down after a long time.
A naked woman fell from the sky, was grabbed by a giant stone hand, and sent to the next level.
With the help of his men, Carrick crawled out from under the car and looked up hopefully. Many soldiers, townspeople, and five of the FBI's toughest fighters were looking up at him, and even the battle-hardened house cat calmly poked its head out.
It was nearly 6 p.m.
The sunset painted the sky and earth in a crimson hue, and the distant cape appeared and disappeared, the sea and sky merging into one color, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
"died?"
"I guess!"
"Such an attack could not possibly result in death."
"You bastards, may you all die a clean death, leaving not a trace."
Yes, dead.
"Finally dead"
"Hector Hammond is dead! We've won! We've won!"
Some people cheered, jumped and danced with excitement, and the joyful atmosphere spread, soon making the whole street lively.
Standalov nervously pulled his face back and stared intently at the collapsed building in the distance. His interlocutor also sensed something, put his hands to his head, and looked on in disbelief.
"Impossible, fucking! How could this be!"
"This is the highest energy Mav, how come it can't explode?"
Standalov's face turned grim. He sensed the rapidly increasing power of Nen energy within the ruins and couldn't help but hiss.
"Run! Run! He's alive! He's not dead!"
"Retreat quickly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, one piece of rubble after another flew upwards in a strange manner. Soon, the entire ruins and hundreds of stone bricks were in a suspended state.
Yellow granules spilled out, revealing half of Hickcote's almost severed head.
At this moment, the world was completely silent.
Carrick clenched his fists, a look of submission on his face, but the fear in his eyes lingered.
He was afraid, everyone was afraid—not psychologically, but as a biological instinct manifested in the face of absolute power.
Power breeds despair, despair breeds fear, and if fear takes root in the heart, it can grow into a towering tree in no time.
Hector needs this kind of fear; he feeds on fear, and fear is his source of power.
Chapter 1063 Extraterrestrial Stone
Hecate's blow severely damaged his body, leaving only a shattered head, but he still did not die.
Then, he wanted to kill those immortal alien creatures, who could survive any attack.
That's terrifying.
Fear spread through the streets.
The people who were just cheering seemed to have been choked, their cheeks flushed, unable to utter a single word.
The crowd retreated uncontrollably, seemingly trying to escape. Carrick looked at Standarov standing beside him with a puzzled expression, while the latter shook his head bitterly.
Seeing this, he could only suppress his resentment and ordered a retreat with all his might.
The 4th Mechanized Infantry Division had never retreated in battle since its formation; this was the first time it had ever done so, the first time it had ever felt ashamed.
After the order was given, everyone sighed deeply. They would rather stab the enemy to death with bayonets on the battlefield than face such a thing.
Indestructible, unstoppable, incredibly resilient, and possessing a peculiar and bizarre reading ability...
It's the devil!
The fact that the situation has developed to this point indicates that the pest control operation has completely failed, and the next step is to minimize the losses.
The soldiers carried the wounded away. Highcott didn't chase after them, but watched them with great interest, his eyes full of expectation, as if he was waiting for something.
He quickly sensed it.
Fear comes from the warrior, from the depths of his soul. It is a sweet and pure fear, unlike the fear of ordinary people. It is like a freshly baked pie, like sashimi carved on a live fish.
You are mine
Hecate cried out in delight, and a beam of yellow light shot out from his eyes. Wherever the beam reached, the soldiers froze in place, their cheeks contorted and twitching with deep despair, their bodies trembling as yellow particles began to emerge.
"not good!"
Standalone's expression changed drastically: "Marin, stop him! We can't let him swallow the yellow granules!"
Hiding between the floors, Marin raised his hands, white light gathering in his palms. Suddenly, a yellow beam of light engulfed him, and his fear instantly multiplied a thousandfold. He screamed and struggled with all his might, his body swaying like a pendulum. Slowly, yellow particles seeped from his skin, and he remained motionless like a statue.
Hecate grinned greedily: whoever—townspeople, soldiers, or powerful supernatural beings—would become its prey if they harbored fear and were illuminated by the yellow light.
Incredible power, invincible power, the power to control everything.
He likes this skill.
A beam of yellow light swept across the street, and everyone stopped, their faces filled with terror, unable to move. Even Standalov was struggling to resist. The superpowers on Earth were all hidden underground.
Yellow particles spilled from his body, shimmering like fireflies, draping the entire environment in a thin, bright yellow veil.
Hicott opened his mouth, and the yellow particles turned into a stream of water that rushed towards him.
"it's over!"
In the White House offices, the bigwigs watching via drone closed their eyes, unable to bear what was about to happen.
President Joel Nash was trying hard to keep a straight face, and despite his deep hatred for the Department of Justice and the military, it didn't mean he wanted things to end there.