Chapter 144: Adult Sarcoma
The neural control system transferred Zack's commands to the massive Titan armor, and in an instant, the eight Singuilum reactors roared to life. A fraction of a second later, the suit's right hand clenched into a devastating fist and launched toward the charging Sarcoma.
BAM! The collision sent a deafening shockwave across the battlefield. The hulking black figure of the Sarcoma was flung like a cannonball, hurtling hundreds of meters before slamming into a distant hillside.
CRASH! The impact carved a massive crater into the hillside, throwing dirt and debris high into the air. Back where Zack stood, the shockwave rippled outward, creating a hurricane-like blast that flattened every zombie within dozens of meters. Dust and smoke swirled, momentarily obscuring everything.
When the dust cleared, Zack's full form was revealed—a towering six-meter-tall metal giant clad in dark black armor that gleamed with a cold metallic sheen. The Titan was a walking fortress, powered by eight reactors, its bulky frame bristling with weapons and armor. "Ah, it feels like putting on a brand-new suit..." Zack muttered, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. The faint, cold scent of metal and machinery sent a thrill down his spine. When he opened his eyes again, a smirk spread across his face. "Let's see how it handles," he said, raising one massive arm.
On the distant hillside, the Sarcoma clawed its way out of the crater, but before it could fully recover, a sharp crack split the air. A brilliant white flash streaked across the battlefield—a tungsten metal kinetic warhead fired from the Titan's arm-mounted railgun. Traveling at Mach 10, the projectile was a blur, visible only as a flash of light.
The Sarcoma, hit squarely in the chest, was thrown back with incredible force. A gaping hole, the size of a cannonball, was punched clean through its torso. The projectile didn't stop there. It tore through the zombies behind the Sarcoma, smashed through trees and buildings, and finally embedded itself in a tree trunk several kilometers away, setting it ablaze with the heat it carried.
The Sarcoma roared in defiance, black virus-like fibers writhing under its skin. Within seconds, the hole in its chest closed, the fibers forming a crocodile-skin-like armor across its body. "Roar—!" Its eyes, now glowing red, locked onto Zack, seething with fury.
"The target's vitality has decreased by 15%," Ego reported, its voice calm despite the lord's apparent regeneration.
"Energy conservation. Makes sense," Zack said coldly, watching the creature carefully.