Chapter 264: Becoming a Sacrifice

The moment the words fell.

Ouyang Feng moved.

No, that couldn't even be called a "move".

He merely stood in place; the several ferocious bone spikes behind him suddenly swelled without any sign!

Like a white bolt of lightning!

Qin Zhixia's pupils contracted to the limit; the nerve reaction speed in overload mode let her see the bone spike's trajectory, and her body's instinct drove her to raise her exoskeleton-covered right arm to block.

This was her strongest defense!

However.

"Clang—!"

A piercing, teeth-grating metallic clang!

There was no stalemate as imagined.

The moment that seemingly bony spike contacted the high-strength alloy exoskeleton, it erupted with utterly unreasonable terrifying force.

Qin Zhixia felt her arm as if struck by a train racing at full speed.

The invincible alloy layer on the exoskeleton armor visibly dented inward, cracking with spiderweb-like fine fissures!

"Ugh!"

Heart-wrenching pain.

Qin Zhixia's whole body was flung by that overwhelming force, losing balance in midair and slamming heavily into the wall behind her.

"Boom!"

The wall cracked, she spat a mouthful of blood, feeling her five viscera and six bowels displaced.

How could this be...

One strike in overload mode could pierce the front armor of an armored vehicle, yet now it couldn't even block a casual bone spike from the opponent?

"Bullying a lady is uncivilized, you bastard!"

A black shadow appeared behind Ouyang Feng without warning, accompanied by a chuuni roar.

Liang Wen!

His katana was soundless, its angle extremely tricky, thrusting straight at Ouyang Feng's unguarded back heart.

This was an all-or-nothing killing blow!

But Ouyang Feng didn't even turn his head.

Another bone spike behind him bent backward at an angle that defied physics, precisely aiming like a poisonous snake at Liang Wen's blade.

No, not an interception.

But rather... entangling!

The bone spike suddenly turned supple in midair, nimbly avoiding the sharp blade and directly wrapping around Liang Wen's sword‑holding left arm!

"What?!"

Liang Wen's heart alarm blared; he tried to pull back his sword, but it was too late.

The bone spike suddenly tightened!

"Plop—!"

The sound of a blade slicing into flesh!

Liang Wen let out a non‑human scream.

His entire left arm, from the shoulder, was cleanly severed by that bone spike, which moved like a living thing.

Blood spurted out like a fountain.

The severed arm still gripped the katana, falling to the ground with a crisp "clang".

"My hand... my hand ahhhhh!"

Liang Wen clutched his bleeding shoulder, painfully collapsing to his knees; his handsome face twisted in agony, and cold sweat instantly soaked his windcoat.

One strike.

Just a single encounter.

Two Core Captains of the Federal Weird Investigation Bureau, one severely wounded, the other missing an arm.

This is the power brought by the Wish Bottle...

This is... the power of a god?

"Liang Wen!"

Qin Zhixia's eyes nearly burst; she struggled to her feet and raised her hand to activate the exoskeleton's emergency comms.

They couldn't stop Ouyang Feng, so they could only initiate the backup plan.

Ouyang Feng must die!

At any cost!

However, her fingers hadn't yet touched the comms button.

A shadow had already enveloped her.

Qin Zhixia jerked her head up.

Ouyang Feng had somehow appeared before her, gripping her neck with one hand and lifting her whole body into the air.

A feeling of suffocation surged instantly.

Qin Zhixia struggled with all her might, her armored legs kicking wildly, but she couldn't budge that hand in the slightest.

That hand was hard as not flesh, more like forged from the highest‑density alloy.

"O... u... y... a... n... g... F... e... n... g..."

She squeezed this name out from between her teeth.

The man before her no longer bore the aloofness and sharpness of days past; only a divinity that looked down on ants and indifference remained.

Comradeship?

Battlefield camaraderie?

All of it no longer existed.

"Ants, too noisy."

Ouyang Feng said softly.

He flicked his wrist, driving Qin Zhixia's body hard into the wall beside him.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Four muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

The four bone spears extending from his back pierced Qin Zhixia's limbs with precision, pinning her in a spread-eagle shape against the concrete wall.

Like a failed butterfly specimen carelessly discarded.

Blood trickled down the wall, staining her black combat uniform red.

Intense pain made Qin Zhixia's consciousness flicker, but she still glared fiercely at Ouyang Feng.

This madman.

This monster.

The battle ended.

No, this couldn't even be called a battle.

This was a one-sided, unequivocal execution.

"Glug... glug..."

A strange sound rang out.

Qin Zhixia looked with blurred vision.

The Wish Bottle on the ground spat out a slip of paper.

【Cost: Three million lives】

The floor beneath her feet had, at some point, ceased to be cold concrete.

but... had turned into a writhing, dark-red wall of flesh.

On the walls, vein-like patterns emerged and throbbed rhythmically, like the heart of a living creature.

The corpses of the Special Forces members brought by Nie Yang, lying on the ground, were slowly being devoured and wrapped by the fleshy wall on the floor.

As the bodies sank in, new, pallid bones rose from the ground.

This building... had come alive.

It was undergoing some horrifying evolution, feeding on corpses.

Ouyang Feng retracted the bone spears pinning Qin Zhixia.

Deprived of support, Qin Zhixia slumped like a ragdoll, gasping in the pool of blood.

A foot stepped onto her head, grinding her face into the dirty blood.

Ouyang Feng lowered his gaze, looking down at Qin Zhixia beneath his foot, then glanced at Liang Wen nearby, clutching his severed arm, pain threatening to make him faint.

His voice carried a hint of morbid pleasure.

"Did you see that?"

"Struggle, resistance, protection... these hypocritical things, in the face of absolute power, are how fragile, how... ridiculous."

"This is the beauty of power."

Having said that, he slowly lifted his foot.

Qin Zhixia coughed violently, the blood and grime choking her almost to suffocation.

She saw that the writhing wall of flesh had already spread to Nie Yang's side.

The old softie who always carried a thermal cup and smiled cheerfully now lay there with his limbs broken, barely alive, about to be devoured by this animate building.

And Ouyang Feng no longer paid them any heed.

He turned slowly, step by step, toward the shattered windowsill.

Outside the window lay the city's myriad lights, prosperous and noisy.

In his eyes, however, it was merely a fertile pasture awaiting harvest.

"Now..."

He spread his arms, the menacing bone spikes on his back unfolding fully, like a demon lord unfurling its wings.

"It's time to make this city my offering."