"Flashbang!"
Within the Blade Breakers division, someone roared, and then spherical objects were thrown up, arcing towards Kurozawa's position.
The next second, blinding flashes of light, accompanied by deafening explosions, erupted in the mountain forest shrouded by night and gunfire.
Kurozawa had thought that by closing his eyes and relying on his Fighting Spirit Perception, he could ignore the intense light. But the loud bang, like thunder exploding near his ears, made him slightly dizzy, and his Fighting Spirit Perception weakened for an instant.
"Ordinary people, if they saw and heard that up close, probably wouldn't be able to stand up again." Kurozawa didn't know much about modern weapons. He had previously thought flashbangs only produced intense light and was startled by the accompanying loud noise.
"Hmph, treat them with their own medicine."
The tentacles wrapped around hand grenades and flashbangs behind him suddenly tensed, like fully drawn bowstrings, and then fiercely flung the weapons they held.
Boom! Another series of explosions rang out.
The ground trembled violently.
Many dry trees made of flammable material, affected by the flames from the grenade explosions, became bright torches, burning fiercely and driving away the surrounding dark shadows.
Under the influence of dozens, even hundreds, of flashbangs, Kurozawa was only dizzy for a few seconds.
His physique was powerful; flashbangs that could stun ordinary humans into losing their ability to move could only slightly affect him for a few seconds.
But Kurozawa's counterattack was not so easy to bear.
He had never encountered any technological weapons before, nor had he undergone professional training. But now, with his first attempt, relying on the precise targeting of his Fighting Spirit Perception, he had already transformed into a seasoned marksman. His shooting was incredibly accurate, and his grenade throws landed almost directly on the enemy's faces.
With dozens of tentacles wielding firearms and attacking simultaneously, for a few moments, it felt as if the firepower from Kurozawa alone was suppressing the entire Blade Breakers force.
Especially when he threw all the grenade weapons, the metal storm attacking him abruptly paused, and the Blade Breakers division fell completely into passivity.
"Times have really changed, this stuff is actually quite effective."
Kurozawa laughed heartily, feeling inexplicably exhilarated and refreshed.
He didn't care about the number of bullets, pressing the trigger all the way down each time. The fire spewing from the muzzle was almost tangible, and he had emptied his magazines multiple times.
In Kurozawa's perception, nearly two hundred Blade Breakers soldiers had already died under his barrage.
If not for the complex terrain, which allowed many Blade Breakers soldiers to find cover, the casualties would have doubled.
In terms of reaping lives, he felt that human weapons were much stronger than the Metal Blades of a Parasitic Organism.
However, Kurozawa had limited ammunition. After emptying his magazines multiple times, he had no more to replenish, and the roar of gunfire around him weakened, with the surrounding muzzle flashes dimming accordingly.
With a flick of his tentacles, he casually discarded all the firearms he held. Then, their tips transformed into chilling Metal Blades, surrounding Kurozawa's body.
These tentacles extending from him were a full ten meters long, meaning the ten-meter radius centered around Kurozawa was a death zone for the Blade Breakers division.
Crack! Kurozawa's leg muscles exploded with force, causing the ground to crack layer by layer, with spiderweb-like fissures radiating outwards.
His figure flickered non-stop, and in a few blinks, he had bypassed the Blade Breakers soldiers' line of fire and charged towards the nearest dozen soldiers.
Whoosh! A cold light erupted, and blood fountains surged.
Over a dozen heads encased in tactical helmets flew into the sky.
The next second, tentacles coiled around their weapons and unleashed a torrential metal storm towards the surroundings.
The sounds of bullets hitting bodies were incessant. Even though the Blade Breakers soldiers wore hard bulletproof vests, dozens more died in this wave of attacks.
Furthermore, Kurozawa felt they had underestimated him somewhat.
"The last time I fought against the Blade Breakers, I didn't use firearms, and I didn't show high mobility."
"They probably only focused on my regenerative ability and weren't fully prepared."
Under intense gunfire, Kurozawa could regenerate and repair himself, but the impact force of the gunfire's kinetic energy could also make it difficult for him to move. However, he wasn't an ordinary Parasyte whose physique could only stand still and take hits.
With Kurozawa's speed, he was like a Demon in the mountain forest. Combined with the precognition of his Fighting Spirit Perception, it was already good enough for them to aim at him; hitting him was a complete miracle.
In the time that followed, Kurozawa, with mobility exceeding the limits of ordinary human eyesight, directly lunged into the crowds. Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, everywhere he went was strewn with severed limbs and mutilated bodies.
Mid-to-long-range firepower suppression was useless against Kurozawa, and it was even harder to launch effective attacks once he got close.
Metal Blades that could cut through gold and iron could easily slice fleshy human bodies into several pieces, like cutting paper.
The smell of blood permeated the air, filling the silent mountain forest.
His figure flickered, dodging a series of licking flames as if teleporting, and Kurozawa appeared like a Demon before several people.
They instinctively raised their firearms and pulled the triggers.
Bang! Amidst the muffled sound, what flew out of the firearms in their hands were not bullets, but high-tenacity rope nets dotted with iron balls.
"Rope gun? Want to capture me alive?"
The Metal Blades whistled, sharply slicing the rope nets in the air into scattered strips. He felt resistance as he cut, indicating the material of the rope nets was very tough.
Kurozawa himself advanced, like a raging beast, each punch and kick sending a person flying over ten meters away.
Those he attacked died before they even hit the ground.
Afterward, he casually picked up an iron ball embedded in the soft mud and weighed it in his hand.
The round iron ball wasn't large, but it felt very heavy, with high density. It seemed specially made. If he were entangled by a dozen such rope nets, it might temporarily immobilize him.
Kurozawa shook his head, breaking into a wry smile.
"I'd be an idiot to stand still and let this thing restrain my body."
Just as he was about to seize the moment and slaughter the remaining people, a series of violent noises erupted. The surrounding trees were disturbed by strong winds and air currents, their branches and canopies swaying wildly.
Looking closer, it turned out that ten armed helicopters, which had been parked on the back of the mountain, had taken off and were rushing towards Kurozawa.
Their fuselages, about fifteen meters long, were larger than any beast on land. With their military green paint and cold, hard metal bodies, their highly concentrated searchlights were dazzling and striking, like the sharp eyes of these metal beasts.
The armed helicopters' wings were equipped with rocket launchers, and their noses mounted multi-barreled heavy machine guns whose caliber far exceeded any handheld firearm, practically making them cannons.
Da da da... Golden-yellow bullets, radiating heat, spun and carried powerful kinetic energy, covering the area where Kurozawa was located.
The cannons carried by the armed helicopters were powerful. Just one bullet could tear a human body in half, and even metal would be ripped apart. Even with Kurozawa's physique, a direct hit would be difficult to withstand.
Ten armed helicopters firing simultaneously looked like ten fire dragons appearing out of thin air between heaven and earth.
Any trees obstructing the path of the cannons' fire instantly let out wails, snapped in half at the waist. Large amounts of rubble were also blasted from the ground, and a cloud of dust filled the air.
Kurozawa's pupils contracted. His Fighting Spirit Perception was fully activated, and the strange Demon Slayer Marks on his body seemed to twist slightly.
He moved continuously, doing his best to avoid the direct frontal fire, and in a few steps, he leaped onto the branch of a very tall Longbo Tree.
Shattering the thick trunk with one foot, Kurozawa's agile body shot into the sky, heading straight for one of the armed helicopters in mid-air like a cannonball.
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