"!!!!!"
Indescribable agony and fury fused into a psychic shriek so intense it surpassed the limits of human hearing.
From the massive wound Saitama's Normal Punch had blasted open in the mushroom-cap main body's core, a wild, chaotic storm of purple energy erupted, howling outward like a nuclear reactor that had lost all high-pressure containment.
The ultimate terror of impending death drowned the main body's crude yet evil will.
It no longer had any tactics or strategy—only the most primitive, mad instinct to lash out in one final counterattack.
On that trembling, gigantic mass of flesh, every intact fungal tendril, every remaining orifice, dilated to its absolute limit in an instant.
"Roooaaaaar————!!!"
"Gyaaaaaaa———!!!"
Across the battlefield, whether it was the bat monsters still circling in the sky or the spider monsters on the ground—whether they had been besieging Steve's squad or roaming elsewhere in the city—every one of them froze at the same moment, then let out the same frenzied, mindless howl.
Chaos.
Unprecedented chaos.
The remaining flying bat monsters abandoned all previous targets. They no longer even tried to dodge their own kind; like arrows that had lost all sense of direction, they swarmed together in a dense, sky-darkening cloud.
They ignored casualties entirely, weaving their bodies into one blood-and-meat wall after another as they hurled themselves at Saitama standing on the mushroom-cap main body.
They raked at him with claws, slammed into him with their bodies, even tried to use the corrosive flesh from their own self-detonation to attack that bald figure standing in the wound like some kind of demon god.
In an instant, the sky was filled with suicidal silhouettes diving straight at him.
On the ground, every spider monster went completely berserk.
They stopped spitting webs. Instead, they drove their huge, corrosion-filled mandibles deep into the earth, then used the enormous leverage of their segmented limbs to catapult their entire bodies like shells from a cannon.
Like a swarm of suicidal locusts, they flung themselves over every obstacle, hurling their massive bodies toward the section of the mushroom cap where Saitama stood.
Each of those enormous forms traced a brutal parabolic arc through the air, laden with the destructive force of their falling mass, all converging on a single target—Saitama.
The main body itself writhed in its death throes.
From deep within the huge wound Saitama had opened, what surged out was no longer pus and shredded meat, but thick, viscous currents of purple-black energy, so dense they looked almost like liquid tar.
Those streams reeked of corpse-stench, carrying terrifying levels of corrosion and heat. Like living giant serpents, they coiled and writhed around the area surrounding the main wound, desperately trying to force it closed, even attempting to wrap around and erode Saitama where he stood.
The concentration of purple mist in the air around the main body spiked once more, exploding to an even higher level, nearly turning that entire region into a living hell.
"Hold the line! Everyone, hold the line! It's in its death throes!"
Steve's roar was swallowed by the thunder of self-detonating monsters and their crazed howls, but he could clearly feel it: after Saitama's devastating blow, the main body's energy had become wildly unstable, like a volcano on the brink of eruption.
Yet the ferocity of this desperate last counterattack was almost enough to overwhelm them.
"For Saitama! For everyone! Nobody falls back!"
He could only use his body and his shield, bracing himself at the very front of the monster tide surging toward the main body. Every swing of his arm made it feel like his bones were about to snap.
Natasha and the agents' web of gunfire was on the verge of collapse under the impact of the suicidal monsters. Hawkeye's fingers had been split open by the bowstring, blood running down his hands; even so, the speed of his shots could no longer keep up with the rate at which the monsters launched themselves.
The entire battlefield had become nothing but a pure, raging torrent of destruction—
A flood composed entirely of frenzied, death-seeking monsters.
(End of Chapter)
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