Superhuman Battlefield Chapter 107 Novels & Stories

Or that he did. ☠️ End of Chapter 37

BOOOOM! The five hundred year old pure Chi energy shield shattered into smithereens in three seconds under the onslaught of Chloe Vanguard's trillion dollar capitalist capital. Hundreds of Obsidian Fang hybrids, now fully funded by Vanguard, barged in with thousands of elite troops of pure European wolves led directly by pure Alexander Sterling!

"It only 'Evolves'." As Chapter 157 closes, Avery and Dominic stand in the "Nuclear-Glow" of a "Dead-God" that has returned for its "Collateral." The "Violet-Spring" is no longer a "Sanctuary"; it is a "Battlefield" again. "Get behind me, Avery," Dominic commanded, his eyes turning a "Vicious-Iron-Indigo." "No," Avery replied, her "Gold-Vanguard" armor "Materializing" around her for the first time in a decade. "We 'Audit' this 'Together'."

Magic pulsed through my veins, healing energy gathering in my hands. “Cover the command post!” I shouted to Victor as I sprinted past. He nodded, already redirecting teams to compensate for my absence. “Delta Squad, reinforce the western perimeter!” his voice followed me out. “Charlie Team, fall back to position three!” The battlefield was pure chaos. Hunters and warriors clashed in brutal combat all around me. These weren't the enemies we'd trained for — their bodies were wrong, mutated by whatever Azrael had done to them. One rushed past me with six arms, each wielding a different weapon. Another seemed to phase between solid and smoke.

The strength fled from her legs, causing her to crumple to the floor. I calmly scanned my surroundings as the gears in my head whirred rapidly, calculating the possibility of breaking out of the warehouse. Just then, the voice of Scarface's accomplice resounded from a walkie-talkie that was placed in a corner of the warehouse. "The fool's so good at following orders, boss! He really came back!" My heart plummeted into my gut as I whipped around. Jonah, whom I had just sent away, had returned with a silver briefcase. His face was deathly pale as he stood at the entrance of the warehouse.

"Fine, you can have it!" He waved his staff from the Finance Department over to get the money, and a wad of cash soon appeared. Tony flung the money hard on the warehouse table in front of everyone. "Here, take it. It's $10,000 in advance!" The cash fell everywhere from the impact, and a few pieces floated to the ground. Some of the money slipped under the oily crevices of the tool shelves. At that point, I could no longer hear anything around me. All I could hear was the blood rushing to my head. The humiliation was like a blunt knife slicing my heart, but I said nothing.

Chapter 16: The Heart of the War The hangar had become a warzone. Concrete pillars splintered into jagged shards, and fires flickered across broken walls. Smoke and dust filled the air, making it difficult to breathe. The roar of monsters echoed endlessly, mingling with gunfire, screams, and the violent crackle of energy clashing across the battlefield. But Ethan moved forward, undeterred. Silver light radiated from his eyes, a storm of pure Alpha King power that no creature dared to challenge.

“On your knees.” I can see him do battle with himself, fighting against my order, and ultimately, Callum wins, but he goes down on his knees regardless and bows his head. “Like this?” No. Fuck. I groan and try again, using more force this time. “Stop breathing.” The super soldier inhales, and can’t exhale again. I watch him turn pink, then red, crimon, and finally a shade of purple-blue. He starts to claw at his throat, his eyes bugging out of his skull.

Blood dripped from his mouth as he spat, “I won’t let you win, ” I grinned. “You don’t have a choice.” I hurled him across the battlefield, his body crashing into the ground with a thunderous impact. Dust and debris filled the air, but I could still see him struggling to rise, his body bruised and battered. He was weakening, and I could feel the victory slipping into my grasp. “You’re finished, Hyperion,” I said, walking toward him slowly, He struggled to his feet, blood dripping down his chin. “Not… yet.”