Attack From Shield: part 2(chapter 33)

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Finally, he reached his desired location. The door looked no different from the others, but something felt off. "Let's see what you look like," Henry whispered, reaching for the handle. Before he could react, the door exploded outward, sending him crashing into the opposite wall. The blast rattled the entire floor, shaking dust and debris from the ceiling.

Dazed, Henry struggled to focus as footsteps echoed in the hallway. He felt hands grabbing him, lifting him up. Without hesitation, he bit down on the pill between his teeth which potion form was.

[ Name: Extremis Flameheart Elixir ]

[ Grade: 4th ]

[ Description: The Extremis Flameheart Elixir is a potent blend created from the essence of Extremis-infused blood and the Flameheart Brew. This elixir grants the user the ability to generate extreme heat from users body and emit flames from the users mouth as well as healing from any injury aside from heart and enhanced physical attributes. ]

[ Effects: +100% regenerative +100% physical strength +100% resistance to heat and fire +100% fire-based attack potency for 50 minutes ]

[ Deterioration-Rate: 0% ]

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As the elixir took effect, Henry felt a surge of power course through his veins. His wounds began to close almost instantly. He could feel his muscles bulging, heat radiating from his skin. The agents surrounding him, clad in tactical gear and armed to the teeth, let go of him as his skin was superheated. With a roar, Henry unleashed a torrent of flames from his mouth, incinerating the nearest agent. The others recoiled in shock, their guns trained on him. Bullets tore through the air, but Henry barely felt them. His enhanced strength and regenerative abilities made him nearly invincible.

He lunged at the closest agent, his fist colliding with the man's chest with a sickening crunch. The impact sent the agent flying down the hallway, his body slamming into a wall with bone-shattering force. Blood splattered across the dingy wallpaper, adding to the scene's grim reality.

Another agent came at him with a combat knife that seemed to be coated with something cold which he noticed, aiming for his chest. Henry caught the blade with his bare hand, freezing part of his hand but cold disappeared, the metal melting in his fiery grip. He twisted the agent's arm, breaking it with ease, before delivering a devastating punch to the man's face. Teeth and blood sprayed from the agent's mouth as he crumpled to the floor.

The hallway was a cacophony of screams, gunfire, and the roar of flames. Henry moved with lethal efficiency, each attack precise and deadly. He grabbed an agent by the throat, lifting him off the ground. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the man into a nearby door, the wood splintering on impact, that is when he noticed something, "there is too many of them, they are trying to burn me out" as he then realised what shields intention where, "so they think i took the unstable version of the extremis" he grinned as he looked around

The building itself seemed to groan under the assault. Flames licked at the walls, smoke filling the air. The heat was intense, warping the paint and causing the old pipes to hiss and steam. The sprinkler system activated, but the water did little to quell the inferno.

Henry's eyes glowed with a fiery intensity as he surveyed the corridor, the walls flickering with the light of the flames he had unleashed. The air was thick with smoke, the acrid scent of burning materials filling his nostrils. The initial squad of agents had been reduced to smoldering husks, but he knew more would be coming.

Footsteps echoed from the stairwell, the rapid thuds of combat boots indicating reinforcements. Henry smirked beneath his mask, relishing the challenge. He flexed his fingers, feeling the heat radiate from his skin, ready to unleash another barrage of fiery destruction.

The first wave of agents burst through the doorway, tactical visors gleaming under the harsh lights. They moved with precision, rifles raised and ready. Henry wasted no time, launching himself forward with a speed that belied his size. He closed the distance in a heartbeat, grabbing the nearest agent and slamming him into the wall. The impact left a crater, and the agent's body went limp.

Bullets whizzed past Henry, some finding their mark but melting harmlessly against his superheated skin. He spun around, a trail of fire following his movements, and spewed a jet of flames from his mouth. The corridor lit up like a furnace, agents diving for cover as the intense heat washed over them. The sprinklers activated again, but the water vaporized before it even reached him, adding to the smoky haze.

Henry's enhanced senses picked up movement to his left. An agent attempted to flank him, moving silently through the thick smoke. With a swift motion, Henry seized a piece of broken pipe from the floor and hurled it with deadly accuracy. The pipe impaled the agent, pinning him against the wall, his blood sizzling as it met the hot metal.

A pair of agents, undeterred by the carnage, charged at Henry with stun batons crackling with electricity. They swung simultaneously, aiming for his head. Henry ducked under the first swing and caught the second agent's wrist. With a powerful twist, he wrenched the baton free and drove it into the agent's chest. The shock sent the man convulsing to the floor.

More agents poured into the corridor, their numbers seemingly endless. Henry felt a bullet graze his shoulder, and for a moment, his vision blurred. But the regenerative properties of the elixir kicked in, sealing the wound almost instantly. Fueled by rage and the raw power coursing through his veins, he erupted into a whirlwind of fire and fury.

He grabbed another agent by the collar and hurled him down the hallway, the man's screams cut short as he crashed through a wooden door. Flames roared around Henry, the temperature in the confined space soaring to unbearable levels. The walls began to buckle under the heat, paint bubbling and peeling away in sheets.

One of the agents, a burly man with a heavy machine gun, opened fire in a desperate attempt to bring Henry down. The bullets hammered against Henry's chest, each impact sending shockwaves through his body. But he stood firm, raising his hand and unleashing a concentrated beam of fire. The beam sliced through the air, cutting the agent and his weapon in half.

The remaining agents started to falter, the relentless assault and intense heat proving too much. Henry could see the fear in their eyes, the realization that they were facing a force far beyond their capabilities. He reveled in their terror, his laughter echoing through the smoke-filled corridor.

As more agents attempted to retreat, Henry pursued them with ruthless efficiency. He tore through their ranks, each strike precise and deadly. Bodies fell one after another, the floor slick with blood and littered with the remains of shattered weapons. The building itself seemed to groan in agony, the structure compromised by the relentless onslaught.

Henry's rage-fueled rampage was interrupted by a sudden, sharp pain in his side. He looked down to see a tranquilizer dart embedded in his flesh. Growling, he ripped it out, but the damage was done. His vision swam, and he stumbled slightly, the effects of the elixir starting to wear off.