The incomplete fanatic gave a crazed smile, but his smile stopped halfway, replaced by an indescribable daze, which then turned into extreme horror.
The body that this fanatic was so proud of, a body that had transcended ordinary people and could easily kill regular humans was disassembled by Noid in a second, turning into two parts that fell to the floor.
Noid, now equipped with the A.T.A. Power Armor, extended the two blades on his arms and dispatched the incomplete fanatic. He then used his paralysis staff to take down the guards who were still in a state of shock.
However, this place was like a dungeon that continuously spawned monsters. Noid knew that this place had a place to imprison survivors or something similar, but so far, there were only endless hordes of fanatics.
After taking down five more incomplete fanatics, he even started to feel a bit tired.
"I can't continue like this."
Noid thought to himself, his movements not stopping as he continued to push deeper inside.
The commissioner sat in a damp, cramped space, slowly eating a piece of bread. She had shed the dignified and neat appearance of a leader, becoming more rugged and casual. She was like an old soldier who had lived on the battlefield for a long time.
This was the fourth day since she had escaped from the warehouse. The commissioner hadn't fled with the crowd but had gone her own way, stealthily hiding in the ventilation ducts and finding empty spaces within the building to hide.
It was just as she had thought: the Doom fanatics here were not to be underestimated. The nearly one hundred people who had escaped were quickly found and suppressed with ease. This place not only had fanatics with weapons, but also many incomplete fanatics who were much stronger than ordinary people.
These people also had senses that were much sharper than normal. There were a few times when she was almost discovered just for staring a little too long.
Fortunately, the incomplete fanatics were not like the fanatic guards who wandered everywhere; most of them stayed put in various rooms.
On the first day after escaping, the commissioner immediately searched for a kitchen or a dining hall. The fanatics were human, so they had to eat. But when she found the kitchen, what was inside was so traumatic that she now only dared to eat dry bread and drink water to fill her stomach.
The kitchen was very large and divided into two areas. The first area was where they produced and stored food for the fanatics. This was where she had gotten her food. Taking advantage of a moment when no one was around, the commissioner broke in and ate hastily to fill her hungry stomach.
But the second area, which was only accessible through a small door in the corner of the kitchen, was what she went through out of curiosity. It was one of the decisions she regretted the most. She had seen what humans were capable of when humanity was gone and the soul was corrupted to a depth greater than any abyss.
The second area was a concrete room that was not painted, giving off a gloomy and heavy atmosphere. The most horrific thing was that there was a conveyor belt leading to a huge pot that was always steaming from the heat of a fire.
On that conveyor belt was a disgusting mixture of blood, shredded flesh, internal organs, and severed or gnawed limbs. This did not come from animals, but from the "remains" of living humans. She knew these things; they were what was left over when a living person was thrown to the bloodthirsty doom.
She didn't know how many people they had thrown into the mouths of the doom to gather such a pile. What the commissioner was concerned about was that these things were then ground up and put into the large pot to be cooked into a mashed mixture. It was fed to the survivors locked in the warehouse, and then the people in the warehouse would continue to be torn apart by the doom, and the rest of their bodies would go onto the conveyor belt to become "food" for the next group of people who were locked up.
The commissioner only remembered that at that time, all the food she had just eaten was immediately thrown up. She vomited until her guts were churning, until the last drop of stomach acid came out. After that, she only dared to eat dry bread and drink water, not touching any of the canned goods.
The commissioner had starved for three days. Her stomach was raw, and she vomited again this time. But she secretly felt lucky, lucky that she hadn't eaten that thing. If she had, it would have become a stain on her life forever. Even if no one knew, the commissioner would not have forgiven herself.
During her time hiding, she had seen one horrific secret after another from the Doom cult. Worshiping the doom, experimenting... the crimes of these people were too numerous to count. She had also recovered her scratched and dented alloy briefcase. It seemed they had tried to open it using many methods but failed, and in the end, they just threw it into a storage room.
The commissioner finished her bread and continued her journey of hiding. She had found a way out, but the path was crowded with guards, and their density was tight. She could use the card to create a shield around her body to break out, but she wasn't sure if there were only this many guards, not to mention whether there were still fanatics guarding the top.
"It would be good if they were in a state of chaos."
The commissioner muttered, unaware that at that very moment, Noid had approached city hall. A few minutes later, an alarm rang out. The sound of footsteps became dense and all headed in one direction: the door that led upward.
When she observed, the commissioner saw a familiar black armor struggling. This person had very strong combat ability, not only defeating dozens of surrounding fanatics but also cutting down incomplete fanatics like they were fruit, with no difficulty at all.
She wanted to signal and lead the black-armored man to hide here, but Noid kept running into crowded areas. She couldn't immediately lead him. Only if the black-armored man hid in a room could she then lead him through the ventilation system to her location.
…
Noid found a different hallway, thinking he could hide there. He ran in and opened the door at the end of the hallway.
"Thank goodness, no guards."
He thought to himself, entering and closing the door. He quickly realized this was not an ordinary place either.
The inside was designed like a prison with many parallel cells on both sides of the walkway. Noid noticed that a foul, mixed odor permeated the place, so bad that he had to hold his breath. A cold, unsettling feeling spread throughout his body. Noid walked slowly, turning his head to look into the cell next to him.
It was not for holding prisoners or anything he had imagined. There was a man and a woman. They were naked, lying casually on the dirty floor covered in dried and fresh bodily fluids. Both were pale and haggard, like wild people.
For a moment, his heart skipped a beat. Noid turned to examine the next cells. All of them held a man and a woman, just like the previous room.
The stench, the foul, fishy smell seemed to have seeped into the very walls. It made him nauseous, it made him breathless. His breathing started to become ragged. He had realized what these cells were for, even though it was still just a guess. But the mere thought of it made the fire of fury inside Noid almost erupt.
Just then, a voice came from behind him.
"They call this place... the breeding camp."