Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Zhang Yi killed Samba Miu. His body could not withstand Zhang Yi’s powerful strike, but his formidable origin was still preserved.

Zhang Yi did not waste it, using an energy preservation canister to collect it.

This battle had actually been extremely dangerous. If the one fighting him today had not been Zhang Yi, anyone else would have been in grave peril.

Even Zhang Yi, if he had not been carrying a medical-type superhuman with him, would have died here.

After all, according to the rules of the Demon Casino, no matter how lucky Zhang Yi was, he would lose his limbs or even his organs during the gambling process.

And after breaking the gamble, he would inevitably have been killed by Samba Miu.

It was just a pity that Samba Miu had met Zhang Yi, this broken-god-level freak.

Even after killing Samba Miu, Zhang Yi was still shaken.

When the painkillers wore off, the joints where his limbs had been reattached ached faintly, tingling with discomfort.

For the newly grown flesh, once the adrenaline effect faded, intense maladjustment set in.

Zhang Yi turned and looked toward the other battle sites in the city. Fierce fighting still raged, as if many monsters were dueling one-on-one.

At this moment Zhang Yi did not dare to go help them. He needed to handle his own body first.

Moreover, no one could guarantee that even stronger figures from Nasha would not appear.

Losing a grand general was no small matter.

Swish!

Zhang Yi instantly vanished from where he stood and traversed down toward the lower levels of Nasha.

The deeper he went, the darker and filthier it became. Upper-class people almost never came to places like this.

Zhang Yi found a safe spot, had Zhou Ke’er help him fully repair his body, and began trying to absorb Samba Miu’s origin.

This absorption process is usually extremely slow. Even if absorbed quickly, it cannot be completely digested.

But it can still grant a certain boost in power.

Zhang Yi had a premonition: he had to increase his strength as soon as possible.

If he wanted to enter the Holy Spirit Hall.

…

At another battlefield, Chidorian faced off against Lancelot.

The entire city block had long since been turned into ruins; there was not a single living person left nearby, nor any building shape left to see.

Chidorian stood at the very center of the battlefield, still wearing that indifferent expression, holding a huge war sword, coldly looking down into the distance.

In that direction, Lancelot lay weakly among the rubble. His combat suit had long since been shredded, blood gushing and staining the soil and stones beneath him.

The two had already fought fiercely for more than ten minutes. Lancelot was not weak, but facing Nasha’s grand general who lived by war, he had still suffered severe wounds.

Chidorian’s power was just too great. The Tri-Eyed Clan’s naturally formidable physique, combined with swordsmanship honed through countless repetitions, brought pressure to Lancelot like a relentless, terrifying storm!

No fancy moves, just pure raw strength crushing everything!

Chidorian gripped his war sword and took step after step toward Lancelot.

“In the ranks of insects, you are one of the stronger ones. I did not expect your kind would possess such strength.”

“Oh, is it because your reproduction is too strong? Too many of you, so some strong individuals inevitably appear.”

Chidorian said slowly, the killing intent in his eyes undiminished.

Lancelot lifted his head and glared at Chidorian. Several lines of blood ran down his forehead and along his cheeks, making him look gruesome and terrifying.

Even badly wounded, he was still smiling, laughing wildly.

“Ha ha ha ha! A Tri-Eyed Clan warrior truly does not disappoint!”

“But do you know?”

He slowly rose from the rubble. His war sword was already badly damaged, his left-hand Protective Shield had cracks, yet his fighting spirit soared.

“Compared to the oppression that one person brought me, you are still far short!”

His face was streaked with blood, but he raised the Knight’s Longsword at Chidorian with high spirits.

Chidorian nodded.

“Very well, I will grant you the honor of a warrior by slaying you!”

“Although you are an insect, you deserve my respect!”

Chidorian knew he could not keep delaying.

He had already sensed the energy bursts from the other battle sites.

Though he did not understand why so many powerful hairless rats had appeared in this world, as a warrior his purpose was to guard Nasha’s peace, to fight and kill!

He moved. A furious wind whipped up at lightning speed, and where the storm swept, the sonic booms made eardrums ache.

He was so fast that by the time Lancelot raised his eyes, Chidorian was already upon him.

The war sword, several times larger than his body, swept across. Just grazing his body would reduce him to powder in an instant!

Lancelot’s reflexes were not slow either. He quickly raised his sword to counter the strike!

Ping!

The two swords — one huge and one small — collided in midair, like a needle clashing with a titan.

Blinding sparks burst forth, and the fierce energy erupted as shockwaves, surging outward in all directions!

They drove the already shattered ground down another dozen meters!

Chidorian’s face showed no expression. His attacks came like floods, ceaseless. The sword winds had long since become invisible; the sword’s outline could not be seen, only a sky full of pale, murderous intent!

He struck so fast he could unleash tens of thousands of attacks per second!

Lancelot used his shield in his left hand and sword in his right, fearlessly holding back the onslaught.

Crack!

After countless collisions, his left Protective Shield finally shattered completely.

Lancelot ignored it, gripped the Knight’s Longsword with both hands, roared, and charged to engage Chidorian in close quarters!

Boom!!!

For several dozen seconds, the two exchanged a frenzy of blows until Lancelot’s body could not withstand Chidorian’s overwhelming force and he was violently flung away.

He crashed back into the ruins. The blood streaming from his arms, calves, and cheeks gradually pooled on the ground into a river.

If he were an ordinary person, bleeding so much would have long since killed him.

But Lancelot still forced himself to stand, wearing a ferocious, exhilarated grin.

He planted both hands on the nearly shattered longsword and began to chant loudly.

“Fallen into the netherworld, hell’s knight, with my blood I dye the banner of the rebellious heaven red!”

“When angels’ wings break and they fall to dust, with a torn throat I will sing the apocalypse’s hymn!”

Skill: Knight’s Song of Hell.

When his chant finished, the blood that had flowed outward miraculously began to flow back into his body.

His body seemed filled with strength again. His condition was even more powerful than before!