My Abyss Survival Diary

Chapter 37 An Astounding Reversal

Simon sat on a tree branch, his fingers gripping the bark tightly. In the distance, two enormous machines collided, the sound of metal and flesh colliding carrying hundreds of meters away, muffled like two small mountains pressing against each other.

He turned his head to look at the birdcage hanging in the side pocket of his backpack. Brienne's head was swaying inside the cage, her long hair hanging down from the gaps in the bars, and her unfocused eyes were staring in the direction of the battlefield.

"Is it still possible for it to retain self-awareness?" Simon asked.

"Self-awareness?" Brienne's lips twitched slightly. "You mean, can the Hungry Angel overcome the abyss's corruption through her own will and reawaken her self-awareness as a legionary warrior?"

"That's right"

“That’s impossible. From the moment he swallowed the flesh of the Abyss’ offspring, the evidence of his sins, his consciousness was under the Abyss’s control.” Brenner gave an example: “With a tumor in his brain, even the most lucid person probably couldn’t make the right judgment.”

A burst of intense machine gun fire came from afar, and the clanging of spent shell casings hitting the ground was still clear even hundreds of meters away.

The two monsters collided violently once again, causing the ground to tremble, making Simon wonder if he should change his position.

"So what is it now?"

"It is a new offspring of the Abyss." Brienne's voice was hoarse. "It does not have the blood of the Abyss, but it has devoured enough Abyss creatures, and its body has been modified by the Abyss. It cannot go against its instincts and will eventually carry out the will of the Abyss, breaking through the Empire's blockade with the seed of the Abyss."

Simon didn't ask any more questions; he turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

The machine gun on the right arm of the Angel of Death was still spinning, but the barrel was completely overheated. Every bullet fired was accompanied by white smoke, and the ammunition belt was being pulled out of the drum-shaped ammunition box, getting shorter and shorter.

The hungry angel spread its broken wings and glided toward the angel of death.

The Angel of Death did not dodge; the two remaining spikes on its left arm sprang out, the hydraulic system hissing as it bravely met the attack, the spikes plunging heavily into the shoulder of the Hungry Angel.

The hungry angel's two arms simultaneously gripped the torso of the angel of death, while its other two arms clenched into fists, thrusting straight into the joint between the angel of death's armor and torso and its arms...

thump—

The fist could not penetrate the steel plate. The grayish-white arm collided violently with the steel frame, shattering into pieces with a cracking sound, sending flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The nails beneath the feet of the angel of death were pulled from the earth, the knees bent at an inverted joint, the body sank, and the two sharp spikes on the left arm were pulled from the shoulders of the angel of hunger, thrusting upwards and piercing its jaws, blocking its gaping mouth.

Spikes pierced through the lower jaw and emerged from the upper jaw, while the gaping teeth on the chest bit into the metal, scraping with a piercing sound.

Now, the Angel of Death has completely stabilized the situation thanks to its strong steel body.

The blood of the Hungry Angel gushed from the wound in his jaw, pouring onto the breastplate of the Angel of Death, hissing and corroding the metal. High-pressure steam poured from the steam pipes of the Angel of Death, mixing with the viscous black blood to form a crimson cloud in the morning light.

From a tree branch in the distance, Simon concluded that the battle was over.

"The Empire's mechs have defeated the Hungry Angels; it seems we are safe for now..."

To escape the abyss, he had to try his luck on the second level, but before that, he didn't want to die under the Empire's bombs.

But Brienne suddenly spoke up: "The battle isn't over yet."

Simon turned his head and stared intently at the battlefield.

The Hungry Angel's body began to deform...

That was a terrifying, explosive proliferation.

The new flesh gushed out almost from the gaps between the ribs, like boiled pus, grayish-white, with pulsating blood vessels covering the surface.

The newly formed chunks of flesh had no fixed shape; they entwined themselves around the spikes of the angel of death, climbing up the metal and submerging the spikes in the fleshy pulp.

Its broken arm did not heal; instead, new limbs grew from the broken bone...

Those don't resemble human arms, but rather large "weapons" modeled after human arms, with more imposing muscles, thicker arms, and a noticeable layer of bone growth on the knuckles, as if brass knuckles were being put on the fists.

This is a more convenient "tool" for the Hungry Angel; it directly modified its own body to make combat easier!

"What's going on?" Simon couldn't believe his eyes.

Although he had seen heretics like Faldor who could regenerate infinitely before, he had never seen such a terrifying regenerative ability before.

Breanne observed the battle, her expression equally horrified:

"What you said may be true... Its will as a warrior has been suppressing its 'instincts' as an abyssal creature. It is unwilling to actively use the power of the abyss to repair its body, which is why it was at a disadvantage in the battle just now."

"It didn't actively use the power of the Abyss in the battle just now?"

"That's right! But now that its life is threatened, it has completely released the restrictions on the power of the abyss! That's why it has gained such terrifying power!"

The steam pipes of the Angel of Death were still gushing out, high-pressure steam carrying a crimson mist of blood, pouring onto the body of the Hungry Angel. The grayish-white flesh was scalded, rolled up, turned black, and peeled off, but beneath the peeling flesh was not bone, but even more new flesh.

New flesh, covered in mucus and blood, is squeezed out of the burn wound. It doesn't care about the pain or the damage; it only cares about one thing...

Smash this machine in front of you!

The hungry angel's arms began to swing, unleashing a frenzied, reckless barrage of blows!

The grayish-white fist slammed into the joint of the Angel of Death's left arm, each impact accompanied by a cracking sound of bones breaking. Finger bones shattered, wrist bones shattered, and bone fragments pierced through the flesh, but the fist did not stop.

Smash, smash again, keep smashing! Bone fragments embedded themselves in the metal gaps, pried open the rivets, and tore apart the steel plates.

The Death Angel's sensor probes flashed wildly, the dark red light turning into a blood-red hue.

It tried to aim its right-arm cannon at the hungry angel's chest and fire, but the barrel was already red-hot and the bullet was stuck in the chamber.

The machine gun exploded, shrapnel embedding itself in its shoulder armor and slicing a large chunk of flesh from the side of the Hungry Angel's abdomen.

The hungry angel didn't look at his wounds...

At the same time, its other arm came through from below and suddenly grabbed the hydraulic pipe exposed by the damaged left arm of the Angel of Death!

The grayish-white fingers gripped the copper pipe tightly and squeezed it so hard it burst! Hydraulic oil sprayed out from the threaded gaps, splashing onto the hungry angel's face, mixing with its own blood, and dripping down the half-faced angel.

The angel of death bent its knees in reverse, and the nails drove back into the soil, trying to stabilize itself.

It pulled its left arm outward, the spikes tearing a section from the Hungry Angel's pile of flesh, bringing out large chunks of minced meat, but this gave the Hungry Angel an even better opportunity.

Both arms were raised high and then slammed down! They slammed down at the same spot—the ball joint where the left arm connects to the torso.

Heavy sounds echoed continuously as rivets loosened, steel plates dented, hydraulic pipes burst, and under the relentless onslaught, even the snap fasteners of the ball joints were on the verge of breaking.

Boom—

The angel of death's left arm detached from its torso, the heavy metal arm crashing to the ground, its two sharp spikes embedded in the mud like two tombstones.

Unbalanced, the Angel of Death swayed and stood still, sparks flying from the severed point on its left shoulder, as hydraulic oil and coolant mixed together and sprayed outwards.

The hungry angel looked up at the sky again and let out an extremely piercing scream.

This battle is about to witness an amazing reversal...