Kruger staggered, his vision blurring as the serum burned through his body. His enhanced regeneration fought back, but for the first time, he felt it—weakness.
A slow, creeping sensation of decay spread through his veins, his fingers twitching involuntarily.
Reaper-77 stood motionless, his serrated blade dripping with the glowing serum—a weapon specifically engineered to counter Kruger's unnatural resilience.
"Not so invincible now, are you?" Reaper muttered, his voice as cold as the steel in his hands.
Kruger snarled, forcing himself to his feet. His body refused to obey him. Muscles spasmed, black veins pulsating erratically. The rage in his eyes burned, but it was flickering, no longer absolute.
Across the ruined bunker, Eva Morales groaned, trying to push herself up. Her ribs were shattered, her breathing ragged—but she smirked through bloody teeth.
"Told you we'd find a way to break him," she rasped.
Sergeant Rook, still gasping from Kruger's earlier chokehold, stumbled forward, gripping his side. His usual confidence was replaced with a wary determination.
"Doesn't mean he's down yet."
Kruger gritted his teeth, his rage boiling over. Even weakened, he refused to fall.
His fist clenched—then slammed into the ground.
A shockwave erupted, sending cracks through the floor, forcing Reaper and the others to retreat.
"You think you've won?" Kruger growled. His voice warped, his body still changing, adapting. "I AM WAR ITSELF!"
Then—his form twisted.
His veins, once black, flashed crimson. The serum was being absorbed, metabolized.
Reaper's single eye narrowed. "He's overriding it…"
Kruger's body convulsed—then he lunged.
Before Reaper could react, Kruger's fist connected.
Reaper was sent hurtling across the room, smashing through a steel column. Blood splattered against the concrete.
Eva barely had time to scream before Kruger was upon her.
A hand clamped around her throat.
"You—are—nothing," Kruger spat, lifting her like a ragdoll.
Eva choked, struggling, fingers clawing at his grip. Darkness crept at the edges of her vision—
Then came the gunfire.
Rook and a squad of undead enforcers opened fire. Armor-piercing rounds tore into Kruger's back, but he barely flinched.
He turned, hurling Eva aside like discarded trash.
The undead charged him—and he ripped them apart.
Limbs tore. Blood sprayed. A whirlwind of destruction.
Rook watched in horror. Kruger wasn't just surviving—he was evolving.
The Overlord had no limits.
And if they couldn't stop him now… no one would.