Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society
State your farewell, stash your resources, and sharpen your blades, for it's the age of apocalypse. Technological worlds, fantasy worlds, mythical worlds, cultivation worlds, etc. all face an apocalypse these days. But this isn't natural. Having suffered in a looping apocalypse for 48 lifetimes, Rhizen establishes an intergalactic force to clean up all apocalyptic worlds, vowing to destroy the ender of everything, the Grade-3 System...Apocalypse! To stand against it were the band of broken heroes, once pitiful souls, but now grouped as vengeful victims, naming themselves… The Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society!
Pyrrhic Victory
Boom!
A vine slammed into the ground, raising dust while splattering out rock fragments like shrapnel. Even though the vine was only as thick as a human hand, it possessed concentrated firepower, enough to shatter boulders.
That wasn't all, the vines could also grow and regenerate any damage sustained while battle by absorbing nutrients from the ground, their primary advantage.
Thanks to this, the corruption expended by the Blight Human—Commander Goss—was lower than what one might expect for the displayed firepower.
Yihan hovered in the air, staring down at the dozens of vines that had cropped up, observing the figure of Commander Goss hidden amongst them, in safety, thinking, 'If I just fight them head on, I'll only end up exhausting myself.'
After all, unlike him, Commander Goss could sustain himself for longer durations thanks to his vine's ability to regenerate by absorbing minerals from the ground. Though, this process took a longer time than healing using corruption alone.