Infuriated

  The walls broke apart from everywhere, blasted into bits and chunks that hurt but didn't immediately kill all the civilians it reached. Unknown special agents came shooting and killing whatever they could find, finishing dozens of lives, with more than half belonging to PSD agents.

  Around Fox, a Green Blood directly faced an incoming chunk of debris flying towards them, holding a large blade hidden in his upper back. He immediately swung it downwards, his body was sent backwards, but the debris was stopped and almost halved, falling to the floor and cracking a small web on it.

  The agent was immediately focused on, with his sidesteps saving him some obvious, tremendous damage. But the bullets followed him, along some dull, obscure golden flying objects, which scratched his skin off.

  He threw some bions forming an elastic screen of glass, which stopped a couple of bullets before each of the subsequent ones broke through and landed around him on the floor and past him. He lifted a DLM in its submachine form, firing away, but was rapidly reached by more firing lines.

  The agent was hit to death, his right and left sides riddled with bullets, unable to penetrate. By then, Fox had dashed away, sliding Luis’s knees through the floor, with his elbow deflecting a couple of DLM bullets aimed at Luis’s back.

  Fox pushed the President up to his feet, his head low and back bent forward, rushing towards PSD agents as the massacre had just commenced. His right hand grabbed a large pistol hidden in his semi-empowered suit, immediately killing enemy agents who came from all sides.

  Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! Ta- rarararararara…!

  Luis’s world was rocketed. The previous explosions dizzying his head to unexplored levels, his ears ringing with a sharp whistle that was suddenly replaced by a tremendous continuous gunfire from his side. He didn’t need to look to know it was Fox, feeling immeasurably safer upon realization.

  Fox arrived near the PSD agents and threw Luis forth, sliding his knees and shins on the floor before turning to where his women were. Nala was already firing with her left arm extended out, a DLM submachine adding to the PSD fighting back, which were not slow at all to respond.

  Esmeralda hid behind a couple of special agent circles, protecting her while taking out shielding bions and preparing to move. Nala saw him and nodded, with Fox receiving a DLM rifle from an agent passing him by. He caught it and aimed, using his legs to harshly stomp onwards, killing every enemy agent surrounding Nala’s space.

  The PSD agents were all over the place, mitigating the intrusion of hundreds of enemy agents. Everything was silent from the special agents of both sides, with the sound of gunshots raining in every corner of the party room.

  Stomp! Fox looked around and saw the representative captains and their teams responding readily, commanding up to a few dozen agents to fight back. He arrived beside Nala, throwing pivots everywhere without exchanging a word.

  The other special agents and Esmeralda, keeping her head low, mobilized. They neared the accorded location where Luis and the rest of the people were being moved to. Fox exchanged a glance with Nala, his impassive yet apprehensive, while Nala’s was natural yet altered; angry.

  After giving Esmeralda a look, to which she replied with a nervous expression she tried to tone down, Fox tightened a grip on Nala’s left hand and dashed off. After their mobilization began, with the agents guarding Esmeralda throwing more pivots and returning fire, Nala hurried to Esme.

  Nala grabbed her left hand with hers and tightened the grip, passing Fox’s feelings onto Esme. With a calmer chest, still heaving up and down, Esmeralda nodded and slightly gulped nervously.

  Fox rushed to Vanessa, which 2 White Bloods were protecting and moving to the location. One of them had the left side of their head just holed 7 times by DLM rifles, while the other pushed Vanessa forward, with their back unable to form enough breath, penetrated through and through.

  Vanessa didn’t look, but before she fell to the ground, a solid body caught her as bullets bounced off the floor, trying to hit her after killing. Fox looked ahead, his right hand and comet extending at a fast speed as he swung his right arm from the right to left, sending a plethora of pivots out.

  Ba- ba ba ba ba ba- bang! Ta rararararara- rarara- rarara- bang, bang! Bang bang bang bang!

  Fox fired his large pistol with his left hand before lifting his right one after Vanessa picked her feet up and stood on her own, leaning towards Fox’s chest with her forehead. Her eyes widened and their contents had shrunken, inexpressive and trembling; in shock.

  Fox’s left arm protected her back while sending even more pivots, their rotating bodies covering every spot, with the enemy understanding the difficulty, even when it came to DLMs. Fox strode backwards, making Vanessa yelp before turning her around, suddenly dashing away to the side.

  Vanessa shut her eyes, only seeing a dozen sudden intruders have their heads turn into popped balloons with gore spilling out, or a third of their torsos from their necks to their chest burst off. She felt small pokes at her sternum, down her belly, with tingling sounds of metal colliding with metal sounding nonstop. She opened her eyes only to see it was an arm receiving bullets for her.

  The sparks weren’t much, although even her, who could recognize the DLMs, knew the stupid ferocity firearms as ultramodern as these are. She held Fox’s arm from the sides before he roughly admonished her, “Don’t grab me! We are still in danger!”

  Vanessa jolted her hands away, terrified and startled. Fox continued to bring her away, killing several enemy agents every very few seconds. His head was somewhere, though. Had he been but half a second later, without his pivots, Vanessa…

  His polycoria eyes warped, 7 impenetrable black pools threatening to become 6, with his large pistol getting out of bullets as it hung from his neck. The DLM submachine was easier to reload, but more enemies were coming. Fox looked at the side and hurried that way.

  “Don’t question anything and wake up. Follow the one they call Tailburn. She’ll protect you for me,” Fox whispered beside Vanessa’s head before arriving near Nauer’s team. Fox surprised them a bit, with Teon immediately nodding, needing not even a gesture, and walking to Vanessa.

  “Task! Bring her to safety, Grefang!” Fox roared at Nauer, who looked back at him after killing some more. “What of you, Raging Blood?”

  “That is your task.” Fox didn’t wait for Nauer to call him before turning around. He added, his words low but clear in their eyes, startling them for a second. “Get her out of here with the rest. I’ll cover for your part.”

  Nauer and his team looked at Fox’s back before turning, departing with a hurry. Teon didn’t look back twice, bringing Vanessa, this ultra-high value target, to safety. Not as an SCJ minister, but as Fox’s words and heart.

  Fox heard their footsteps as they glided through the air, impulsing themselves and tapping the floor every 2 seconds with one of their feet. He grabbed his large pistol and looked down at it, with countless gunfire raging on before him, with those behind him belonging only to PSD.

  This was a line the PSD quickly formed, even with hundreds of enemy agents pouring in every heavendamned second.

  Fox reloaded his large pistol with ease, putting it on his lower left hip afterward before doing the same to his DLM. He placed 3 magazines at its side for immediate use, and his right upper comet, atop his forearm, still out. Once finished, he looked up, where dozens of PSD faced a cluster of enemy agents.

  STOMP! Fox rushed forth, his body lowering enough for his left arm to impulse him onwards. His movement was smoother, and without breath. He was synergized with the monstrous strength from his ultra Mintip arm.

  He rushed into the cluster of enemies, who were not expecting something like Fox to occur to them. Fox’s comets went out, upper and lower, with the occasional gunshot from a large pistol sending brains and a column flying about, in bits or separate chunks.

  It wasn’t like the Piya Sanctum District agents would stop fighting because Fox joined them, even when they only saw limbs, organs, bosom, genitals, and slices of heads fly about whenever they weren’t shot. But every time they aimed and fired, Fox had already slain the target.

  Even when they fired, confident they’d at least harm the enemy agent right before they died, Fox would just kill the enemy swifter and before the agents pulled their triggers. They still aimed at others a bit farther, with Fox moving within the enemy agents and scampering them around, ending their meaningless lives.

  When Fox finished, he had changed comets once for both arms’ sides, with his large pistol still having less than 10 bullets. He was a little injured, but nothing more than bions’ blasts and slight cuts around his body. All the enemy bullets were eaten by his left arm.

  He briefly glanced at the PSD agents watching and focusing their aim elsewhere, remaining around just in case, before lowering his chin and stomping to another location.

  Vanessa was safe now. He had to go to the President, where the majority of enemies concentrated, while some even took the exit, not allowing anyone but themselves past it.

  At this moment, Luis nervously finished putting a pair of gloves, shaking and fidgety. His left hand had it on, but his right hand was a bit difficult, with his emotions all bursting within. Just then, he looked up where some PSD agents were bringing Lesly towards him. His eyes stared, but his face fell, paling.

  Lesly ran to him, her face focused on him. She looked too altered by the situation, her heart surely jumping by the way she lifted her body in her run. Suddenly, with the PSD agents beside Lesly suddenly throwing her legs backwards into the air, dashing into the air, and covering her from the side and above, bursts of gunfire went off.

  TA- RARARARA RARARARARA RARARARA RARARARARA! The sound deafened the surroundings, bringing ordinary people to the floor with weak legs and revolving stomachs. But Luis fought to stand with his presence lowered and staring at Lesly.

  The Bloods turned into minced meat, not even a fifth of their clothes remaining. More Bloods poured in, throwing strange umbrella-like bions, which he saw before, known as Fox’s ‘pivots’, invented when he was still in Riverlye. Only then was the enemy firepower neutralized.

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  The layer of gore on Lesly’s back and her lack of movement garnered the President’s attention, when a squad of 12 Red Bloods rushed, throwing countless bions and explosives, including the new SM. One Red Blood lifted Lesly by the shoulder, waking her up from her shocked state, before she pushed herself off the floor.

  Her feet slipped, almost striking her bloodied face from the bridge of her nose to the top of her head on the floor, when the agent grabbed her and brought her to safety. But they were further intercepted by half a hundred enemy agents.

  The motion was too fast, impossible for any ordinary person to visualize, but not for the PSD agents. Definitely not for the PSD Red Blood, whose Raging Blood was born from!

  11 Red Bloods and the others who rushed to protect the vice president met the plethora of enemies, forcing them to halt. But there were still too many, even if they were killing the enemy quickly.

  The Red Blood bringing Lesly away was shot in the neck. The wound barely didn’t penetrate, but it took the agent’s whole breath to stop it. He palmed Lesly’s back, gently motioning her to continued forwards, while he turned and took 2 large pistols out.

  He faced 3 enemy agents wearing protective bions and more active in their hands. The Red Blood bled out from his neck, but he faced those 3 and disappeared in clusters of smoke, raging electricity, and gunshots, accompanied by severe hand-to-hand hit sounds; intermittent.

  Luis stepped forth, his eyes widening as Lesly was just several meters from him. The agents guarding him moved with him, a little slower due to the enemy engaging them and forcing their pace to slow down.

  Lesly widened her eyes, stopping for a moment to look behind her, unable to do otherwise. An enemy agent with one of their arms removed, seemingly forceful and without cutting weapons, balanced towards her with a hook penetrating the ceiling from afar.

  Bang!! Lesly felt her right ear ringing, the sound was gone before she noticed. Her hair flew, irregularly cut off by the bullet of whatever enormous firepower was shot from. It landed on the enemy agent, with their breath not enough, penetrating from their chest past their shoulder blade.

  The only functioning arm they had was disabled, limping at the side, while the large pistol’s firepower opened a vast hole from just several meters of distance. But the agent hadn’t given up, stepping towards Lesly; but she grabbed a small handgun from her belt and fired away.

  Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang… Lesly was in a state of shock right after, with the enemy’s head filled with holes, falling limply to the floor like a giant still brimming with vitality. Suddenly, from behind her and nervously disarming her, Luis hugged her and spoke into her ears. “That’s it, that’s enough. L- Lesly, it’s okay… come with me.”

  Lesly’s shocked, widened eyes became lifelike and intelligent again, turning around to bury her head on Luis’s neck. The Red Bloods, dying but not until their last hurdle, were still facing off the less than 10 enemy agents who intercepted them.

  Whoooosh! Bang bang bang bang- Pfwah- pffh- sssu- PFWAH!

  Suddenly, a figure flashed by, coming to help the Red Blood, downing half the enemy agents, with 2 bullets collaterally killing them, and the remaining 4 with an SM explosive. It was so exquisitely situated so it beheaded and struck their columns, sending them into shock-death.

  With heads flying and Luis’s right hand letting go of the large pistol he used to save his woman, caught by a Green Blood before it was forgotten and landed in any enemy’s hands. Fox turned to the highest 2 commanders in the country.

  “There was one-” Luis elaborated, almost stuttering, processing what happened. But Fox had no time, his expression fixated with a slight squint of his eyes. “Shut up! No more words! Your daughter is already safe, so go there immediately!”

  Fox spoke to Luis and the special agents alike. The latter nodded and moved, bringing Luis and Lesly away, while Fox accompanied them from the side, using everything on him to clear the way. He even madly threw a lot of his explosives and flying blades from his comets to groups of enemy agents, abstaining them from intercepting them ever again.

  When he looked to the side and watched Elega hurry to Miros, Fox saw her send out belt after belt of SM explosives, extending over several meters. Causing colossal shockwaves that made the whole interior tremble. If the pillars weren’t decorations, all this hall, including a few floors below, would’ve been leveled down by now.

  When she arrived at Miros’s side, he had gotten rid of a strong enemy agent at the level of a 1st Grade, suffering many punches to his ribs and belly, but ending shooting the enemy’s head from the chin. Miros had just thrown the body off his shoulders, standing strong on the floor, when Elega appeared before him, startled and proud. Fox saw them look at each other’s faces before kissing in an embrace, gaining but his impassive glance.

  Getting close to the area where PSD agents had formed a defensive line further to the back, whereas the people brought here ‘disappeared’, Fox stopped walking forward. His head turned to the side, where half the remaining enemy agents fled through the entrance.

  “Sir, permission to chase?” Fox ghostly asked, reloading his pistol and DLM. Fox looked back, nodding with a still slightly shaken visage, “Go ahead, but return alive. You can’t mess up.”

  “Mn.” Fox exclaimed before stomping forwards with both feet. He zoomed towards the gates, where the last enemy agent stared in shock at Fox before hurrying out, not closing the gates.

  Fox went through the ajar gates, immediately welcoming the sight on the other side with his left arm already moving up to cover his torso, neck, and brains.

  BOOM! Bang bang bang- ta rarararara rararara rararara! Fox was welcomed by the sight of more than 200 enemies situated everywhere; up and down, behind decorations and walls. He was received by an explosive with electricity, which he coldly returned with a glare, and they followed up with firepower from all sides.

  He stepped forth, covering his vitals with his left arm while using his right hand to aim at anyone who went for his limbs and any uncovered areas of his body. Fox was unstoppable. His figure moved forth, luring the enemy to aim out of their conventional angles to get one-tapped.

  The head, neck, or entrails; they were all in Fox’s polycoria eyes, turning to bits and blasts.

  At some point, they decided to approach Fox, knowing it was the riskiest. But if they didn’t, they would only be slowly mowed down by this animal, this monster. This Raging Blood.

  Fox, of course, welcomed it. The moment several dozen jumped to him from the ceiling and high on the walls, he rushed forth, jumping a little with his arms flinging about. He no longer had any comet blades left, but his right arm only needed to hold onto a firearm while his left brutalized everything it found!

  SPLASH! BANG! Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink…!

  Fox was attacked without a break. His every angle not left unfocused, and his left arm always deflecting a plethora of bullets. Even as he fought, focusing on the defense of his left arm, his body moved wildly whenever he wanted, savagely claiming lives with a mere palm strike, punch, backhand slap, and even finger digging through eye sockets.

  In retrospective, his body was cut, shot, grazed and directly, by the countless enemies whom he was downing time and again.

  Pssst- clan- whistle- BOOOOM! When Fox rushed into another group, annihilating them all, an agent aimed a rocket launcher at him, firing it fast and precise. Fox pushed his folded left elbow forth, ricocheting the rocket before it crashed on the wall to his right, exploding some debris, causing a lot of orange to illuminate his profile.

  He rushed to the enemy, with only a few left. His front and back were decorated with holes and uncountable cuts. There were only a few dozen left, with Fox’s bloody state partially paralyzing them, especially those who were forcibly brought away before he mauled them to insanity.

  Fox dashed before the rocket launcher agent and grabbed it with his left hand, deforming it in the center, thinning its structure before throwing it to another enemy agent, blowing them up. Then, he crushed the agent before him, turning their cranium into flying bone splinters.

  Fox dashed time and again, ending the remaining enemy survivors, using their own DLMs and pistols against them, beating them into pulps with them, even with remaining bullets to be used.

  As there were only 3 alive, standing together, with 2 of them mortally wounded by him before, Fox looked at them before showing his ultra teeth. The same ones he’s used to destroy semi-empowered jackets and shirts, even biting into stomachs, shoulders, and tearing limbs off.

  Bang bang! Fox dashed to one of them, bursting their body apart with his left arm used like a spear-shield, their body brutally halving, further bloodying him. Immediately after, from the back, a large pistol aimed at his column, but Fox tilted when his hyper senses reacted.

  He looked back, but another large pistol blasted 3 holes into his abdomen, spurting blood despite his overly trained and enhanced breath. Fox felt the bullets poke into the other side of his body before getting stuck. The pain made his 6 impenetrable black pools shudder for moments.

  Fox rashly impulsed his body backwards, breaking the breathless agent’s jaw before elbowing the sternum. Half-paralyzed and previously mortally wounded, Fox sidestepped out of nowhere, but the enemy was shot still. On his lower left side, his body was cut open, but the agent behind him had a profusely bleeding hole on their entrails.

  Fox lifted his polycoria eyes immediately, whereas the remaining enemy aimed and fired at his knees with a burst. Fox lunged at the last enemy like a beast, his claws breaking those wrists, arms, and shoulders one after another. At last, Fox’s ultra nails found the neck, crushing it to mashed flesh and tantalizing blood.

  Fox’s body fell to the floor, repulsing corpses everywhere behind him, with the exception of that one, last enemy agent. His legs folded, his breathing quick and brief, his lungs clearly not functioning well. After a minute, Fox abruptly breathed in longer than half a second, an improvement.

  After a long breath in, whizzing. Fox stood up, shaky and trembling, with strength barely able to keep him awake, let alone stand up with those injuries, the pain, and loss of blood.

  When his breathing returned to a… fairly acceptable degree, he turned and headed back to the party room, mostly empty. Some Bloods came to Fox and supported him, bringing him to the secret passage to meet with the rest.

  Crossing a tunnel, enough for 3 people to walk together beside each other with their arms spread, Fox met a couple of hundred people crouching and waiting for good news. When they saw more people come in, they awaited terror or more sadness. But it was Fox.

  Furthermore, he was impossibly injured, to the point they couldn’t even drown in their sorrow any longer… for those who did not lose a beloved just now.

  Fox’s eyebrows twitched a frown before he directly walked somewhere. There, he saw Nol and Alea tremble, with the latter in the former’s embrace, kneeling on the ground. Their faces locked on each other, not wanting to but willing to spend their time … remaining time together.

  Nol had multiple gunshots on his body, especially his limbs as he held Alea. But she even had 2 holes in her neck, and a few more around her chest, except her heart. What’s more, she didn’t have any injury around her stomach. Fox’s polycoria eyes looked at this and then at Nol, whose back and arms were heavily injured with gunshots.

  “Lye…” Alea weakly mumbled. Her face pale, and her lips trembling irregularly. Nol’s face shook, trembling with sickness. “L-”

  “Save your Lyes for when it’s born.” Fox harshly commented from the side, kicking Nol in the mouth before kneeling beside Alea, who looked at him wordlessly. A small smirk forming at her lips. It looked funny; how Nol was kicked away. But then, she saw Fox’s state.

  Yet, what truly shook her was Fox’s right fingertips opening a long cut on his left arm with ease. Before she could frown as weakly as she could, Alea saw Fox’s arm become bigger and bigger, before a liquid, excessively warm feeling overwhelmed her mouth.

  Fox slowly looked up after a few minutes, feeding his blood to Alea, while Nol had long gone unconscious. Luis walked to him, his cabinet and Lesly behind, looking at him, with Nala, Esmeralda, and the other representative captains walking to him as well.

  Luis had a ‘you were right face’, but Fox looked calm. Everyone here, except the people and the new cabinet members, could understand what may be going through this mad Fox’s mind.

  “Zees…?” Miros looked around, asking out loud with a worried face. He was supported by Elega, who helped him look around this time. She already had her young boy in the bag, so she didn’t worry about another girl.

  “Fox-” Luis looked at his state and noticed Esmeralda rushing over with Nala from the corner of his eyes. But his words were interrupted by the sound of his phone and that of others. When those whose phones left intact were checked, videos and voices played out.

  “Without any explanation, and with mobilization filling the skies as we speak— Torka has declared war on Melenon!”

  “It’s been just minutes since Torka’s declaration of war on Melenon, but now, Cerka has declared war on Argopolas, with their fleet training at Half Moon Ocean directly heading to Argopolas as we speak!”

  “What is happening on Resilient? This isn’t Lymoca, or an accidental tragedy. Is this what the world is… has ahead for us all?”

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  This is the end of Volume 6 — Door Fully Open.