Chapter 51 - Unit Test (5)
The forest was alive with chaos. Natasha's unit had stumbled upon a pack of wolf-like creatures, each one more monstrous than the last.
But these creatures weren't ordinary wolves—they had snakelike tails that lashed out like whips, sabertooth teeth that glowed ominously, and the ability to release energy blasts from their mouths at random intervals.
The pack moved with terrifying coordination, surrounding the unit with predatory precision.
Alicia stepped forward, her eyes glowing a faint blue as she raised her hands to the sky. "Storm" she said, her voice calm with a grin on her face.
The air around her crackled with energy as dark clouds gathered overhead.
Within seconds, a violent storm erupted, lightning streaking down from the sky and striking the wolves with deadly accuracy.
BOOM
The wind howled, whipping through the trees and sending debris flying. Rain poured down in sheets, drenching the battlefield and making the ground slick.
Natasha moved like a shadow, her energy rifle in hand.
The energy rifle she uses is a weapon that relied on synchronization rate to function.
Basically it's output was based on the user's synchronisation.
And thankfully for her, her rate was high enough to make the rifle a deadly tool.
She jumped from tree to tree, her movements fluid and precise, taking aim and firing with deadly accuracy.
Each shot pierced through the wolves' hides, dropping them instantly. Her blue hair whipped around her face as she moved, her expression focused.
Kevin was a blaze of fire, his hands engulfed in flames as he hurled fireballs at the wolves.
The creatures howled in pain as the flames consumed them, their snakelike tails thrashing wildly.
Anabelle, on the other hand, was a force of cold. She summoned shards of ice from the ground, impaling the wolves and freezing them solid.
Her movements were graceful, almost dance-like, as she manipulated the ice with ease.
Patrick, the only member of the unit without powers, was formidable nonetheless.
He wielded a massive mechanical war hammer, its head crackling with energy as he swung it with brutal force.
Each strike crushed bones and sent wolves flying, their bodies crumpling under the sheer power of his attacks.
Despite lacking supernatural abilities, Patrick still held his own, pulling his weight on the team.
The pack was quite strong and relentless even, but Natasha's unit was just stronger.
And so one by one, the wolves fell, their bodies littering the forest floor.
The storm raged on, lightning and ice and fire combining to create a deadly symphony of destruction.
By the time the last wolf fell, the unit was barely panting and were basically unharmed.
Natasha landed gracefully on the ground, her rifle slung over her shoulder as she surveyed the battlefield.
"Not bad," she said, a small smile playing on her lips. "Let's keep moving."
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The scene was one of utter devastation. Giant ape-like creatures, their bodies covered in thick scales, lay dead in grotesque heaps.
Some were encased in ice, frozen solid mid-roar.
Others were charred beyond recognition, their scales blackened and cracked.
A few had been diced into cube-like pieces, their remains scattered across the ground.
And then there were those whose bodies were twisted beyond recognition, their limbs bent at unnatural angles as if some unseen force had warped them.
In the middle of this carnage was Theodore, his red hair with black streaks gleaming in the sunlight.
His black eyes glinted with a cruel satisfaction as he sat atop a pile of the creatures' corpses, his posture relaxed but his expression anything but.
He twirled a dagger in his hand, the blade glinting ominously.
"Come, bastard," he muttered, his voice low and menacing. "I'll twist and tear your limbs off."
Behind him, his unit watched with a mix of awe and unease.
Elizabeth stood with her arms crossed, her icy demeanor matching the frozen corpses around her.
Lenny held two mechanical katanas, their blades humming with energy as he cleaned off the blood.
Aaron and Lisa, the two commoners in the unit, were catching their breath, their faces quite pale from what they just witnessed.
Theodore's power had been on full display, and it was terrifying.
His ability was so broken that the apes realistically stood no chance, their scales and strength meaningless against his raw power.
He had made it clear a while ago that he was the strongest in this unit, and no one dared to challenge that.
Lenny sheathed his katanas, his expression calm and his eyes sharp. "We should keep moving," he said, his voice cutting through the silence. "There's more to kill and we need the points."
Theodore smirked, hopping down from the pile of corpses. "Lead the way, Lenny. Let's see how many more of these things we can crush before we meet that bastard."
The unit moved on, leaving the battlefield of twisted bodies behind.
The testing grounds were vast and full of beasts, but it was still a mystery whether they would be a challenge for the strongest unit amongst the first years.