Chapter 1490 - 1491: Underworld God
Yang Fei finished speaking, and the Caucasian Captain clutched his chest, falling heavily to the ground.
Blood flowed from under him, forming a pool of blood.
The death of the Caucasian Captain meant that the Golden Tri-Leaf Special Forces had completely lost this round again.
The Warrior Kings from various Special Forces watched as the Caucasian Captain instantaneously fled a kilometer away, yet couldn't escape Yang Fei's bullet.
Everyone grimaced, gasping in shock.
At such a high speed of escape, this Blade Soldier took a life with a mere raise of his hand.
This dynamic sniping skill is truly defying the heavens.
Such a person, if on the battlefield, would certainly be a machine for harvesting lives, killing efficiently and precisely, truly a god stopping gods, a Buddha stopping Buddhas.
Not far away, Smith clutched his forehead, gritting his teeth as he looked at the fallen Caucasian Captain.
No one understood the immense value of Genetic Warriors better than him.
The American National Military Department had invested a staggering amount of funds and manpower to cultivate this batch of Genetic Warriors.
Of course, since successfully merging with mutant genes, this batch of Genetic Warriors had not disappointed the authorities.
Whether in counter-terrorism and stability, protecting national leaders, or fighting in the colonies.
This batch of Genetic Warriors had displayed a stunning combat power.
But now, confronted with the devils of Blue Sword, three Genetic Warriors had already been lost.
Smith's heart bled.
Losing these three powerful Genetic Warriors had completely cut off Smith's path to advancement in the Military Department, leaving his future without light.
Unless he can make major achievements, take down Blue Sword's strongmen, perhaps he still has a chance to return to the Military Department and explain the reasons to those old folks.
Otherwise, Smith will forever remain just a manipulated killing machine, unable to rise.
Yang Fei found Smith's gloomy face amusing, he walked up to Smith and patted his shoulder.
Smith looked up in shock, as Yang Fei suddenly burst into laughter and swiftly left.
Smith's cheeks flushed red instantly, as his fists clenched tightly, creaking.
With the second round of competition ending, Blue Sword Special Forces Brigade stood at the top, gaining another 10 points in total scores, while Golden Tri-Leaf Special Forces obtained 8 points.
The other Special Forces had already given up on the idea of competing for champion and runner-up with Blue Sword and Golden Tri-Leaf.
These two powerful Special Forces were like towering peaks in the south and north.
Anyone who blindly charges into them is destined for a fate of being shattered.
Smith suppressed the shame and anger from Yang Fei's mockery and strode back to the Golden Tri-Leaf's headquarters.
Just after stepping into the tent, he couldn't hold back the fury in his heart and slammed his coat heavily onto the table.
"Why so angry, the remnant of the Evil Dragon, it seems they're reviving, heh, Wang Zheng is looking for them."
At this moment, an extremely chilly voice entered Smith's ears from within the tent.
Smith was startled. Having fused with Chameleon genes, Smith himself was a powerful King Sniper, with sensitivity unmatched by anyone in Golden Tri-Leaf.
However, someone had entered his tent, and he hadn't noticed.
If the person who came was an enemy, Smith would already be dead.
"Who?"
Smith strained his senses, searching everywhere for the person's whereabouts.
However, the tent remained empty, the entire camp eerily like a haunted graveyard.
"Hmph, I told you before, don't mess with those damned Genetic Warriors, relying on external force, after all, the power is limited."
"Only by continuously surpassing oneself, continuously evolving, can one obtain true power."
The person spoke discontentedly, surprisingly familiar with Smith's past.
Smith drew his pistol, looking into the void with extreme tension.
"Whoever it is, come out or I'll shoot."
At this moment, a rapidly spinning phantom appeared in the air, pale gray, the phantom suddenly stopped, transitioning from motion to stillness, seamlessly.
He sat steadily on a chair, crossed his legs, holding a wine glass, exuding an elegant demeanor completely out of place on the battlefield.
Smith stared in astonishment at the man, seeing his refined features, blue eyes, fair skin, and prominent hooked nose.
He blurted out, "Angus, it's you."
The man's aura was somewhat dark, speaking lightly, "Please call me Hades, Underworld God."
While the man was speaking, a circle of golden light suddenly appeared on his finger.
Smith looked intently and saw it was a fine ring, carved with the emblem of a Hellhound.
Smith's mind was shaken; this Hellhound was the emblem of the Underworld.
Hades wearing this ring meant his identity had been recognized by God King Zeus.
Hades smiled serenely, "Angus is a title of the past. When I retired from the Navy SEALs Special Forces, you invited me to participate in the Genetic Mutant experiment."
"But at that time, I had already received the Godhood of Underworld God, though only a Black Iron Godhood, not yet evolved successfully."
"But I believed that one day, I could turn a False Godhood into a true Golden Godhood, Diamond Godhood, and even become a true God of Godhood."
Upon speaking this, he lazily shrugged his shoulders, "Now, I've done it. The Black Iron Godhood has turned into Golden Godhood, and I've also gained the recognition of King of Ten Thousand Gods Zeus."
"From now on, though there are countless strongmen in the world code-named Hades, only I am the true Underworld God."
Smith listened to Hades' words and recalled the past, sighing.
"Yes, we've all achieved success in our respective fields. We can no longer fight side by side like in the past."
Hades shook his head, speaking lightly, "You're wrong. I've come here to fight alongside you."
His finger moved over the military map, then pressed down forcefully in a certain point toward the northwest.
"Within Blue Sword Special Forces Brigade, a group of strongmen hides as enemies of our Alliance of Gods."
"Their leader, Yang Fei, is someone Heavenly Father has named. Our chance to fight side by side has arrived."
Smith was both surprised and delighted, looking at Hades, "So you came to help me."
Hades shook his head again, lightly breathed a sigh, "Not me, but us."
He said this, snapped his fingers, stood up leisurely, and gracefully spun in a circle.
"My partners, show yourselves."
Smith's vision blurred momentarily, and instantly there were two more people in the tent.
A beautiful blonde woman with blue eyes, and a bald strong man full of violent charm, with large eyes and boundless energy, seemed ready to devour anyone at a moment's notice.
Hades pointed at the blonde woman with blue eyes, her face covered with a white veil, saying lightly, "This is my wife, Persephone. She is the only Underworld Queen in the world."
Before he finished speaking, the bald strong man stood up abruptly, speaking gruffly, "I am the God of Destruction, Ares."
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