"Hey, hey, idiot, that's just a robot! Do you want to get both of us killed here?" Looks Like the Warrior shouted angrily. What a little maniac—on the battlefield, life and death are decided in an instant. Even blood brothers can't always help each other, let alone a completely meaningless robot.

Brian Carter slapped the air and shoved Looks Like the Warrior inside. At this moment, Brian Carter had no time for nonsense!

Black Charcoal was a robot, but after all, an intelligent one, so it also had a fear protocol and was desperately trying to run. But when it saw Brian Carter suddenly charging in its direction, it panicked and almost tripped.

"Master, run! Danger! Danger!"

Black Charcoal waved its mechanical arms as it spoke. Protecting humans was the first law of robotics.

Brian Carter still said nothing. Instead of wasting energy on words, he'd rather figure out how to save Black Charcoal. Looks Like the Warrior's words had clearly provoked him. Maybe to others, Black Charcoal was just a worthless, broken-down robot, but without this piece of junk, he might have died long ago.

All those so-called combat codes were nonsense. He only knew one thing: he absolutely couldn't just watch Black Charcoal die like this.

Whoosh...

Brian Carter suddenly leapt up, landing nimbly on a Zago's back, and punched it right in the forehead. As soon as the punch landed, he jumped again without the slightest pause. "Black Charcoal, keep running forward. That's an order!"

As long as Black Charcoal got away, he could use his speed to shake off these creatures.

Black Charcoal had wanted to help Brian Carter, but a master's order had to be obeyed, so it could only run forward again.

He kept leaping, punching one after another. At first, it was almost one punch per Zago, each blow blasting a Zago's head. But the Zagos' defenses were incredibly tough. After more than a dozen punches, Brian Carter could feel his eighth brain region's output starting to lag.

It was also his first time fighting so violently, but there was no choice—there were just too many bugs.

Swish...

A huge claw slashed past. Brian Carter dodged immediately, but more claws came at him. By using the terrain, he could minimize the number of attacks he faced at once, but then two more dark shadows lunged at him.

The instant and continuous bursts had already slowed Brian Carter's speed, even if he hadn't realized it yet. At this moment, it was impossible for him to dodge completely. He avoided the vital spots, pulling his arms in close.

Boom...

Brian Carter was sent flying, pain shooting through him, and his body went completely rigid. The source of human strength was the gene core, but the main function of the eighth brain region was stimulation. Although it could generate some power, facing so many Zagos, Brian Carter had already reached his limit.

The Zagos seemed very interested in Brian Carter, crawling in from all directions. The encirclement was complete. The Zago that had knocked Brian Carter away raised its claw.

Chapter 9: Impulsiveness Is a Man's Nature

Swish...

It pierced right through Brian Carter's thigh as if through paper, lifting him into the air. Maybe the intense pain jolted Brian Carter awake—he chopped down with his palm, severing the Zago's claw, and fell to the ground.

This time, it's over.

"Kill!"

A stiff voice tinged with a strange impulse rang out. Black Charcoal had somehow found a huge wooden stake and was charging over. In those usually mechanical eyes, there was now a fierce fluctuation.

Boom...

The stake smashed the crippled Zago, sending it flying. Before the other Zagos could react, Black Charcoal scooped up Brian Carter and ran.

The Zagos behind immediately howled and charged after them. The problem was, all the routes in every direction were blocked. The mine entrance was in sight, but it might as well have been a world away.

"Black Charcoal, put me down," Brian Carter felt these Zagos were after him.

For the first time, Black Charcoal didn't respond to Brian Carter's order, but just charged forward blindly. Suddenly, Black Charcoal stopped moving, its body slowly lifting off the ground.

"Master... run..."

Its chest had already been pierced. Brian Carter fell to the ground. Black Charcoal struggled, but clearly the Zagos weren't interested in scrap metal. With a few swipes, their claws tore Black Charcoal to pieces.

A deep red Zago slowly crawled out. Brian Carter had never seen a Zago like this before. Clearly, this one was even more interested in him. The crimson Zago stomped on Black Charcoal's torso, crushing it like trash. Don't think this was a coincidence—the Zago race was not unintelligent; they liked to toy with their prey.

Brian Carter, who had already given up hope, was now deeply enraged, his mind going blank, overcome by a near-mad impulse!

Kill! Kill! Kill!!!

The nearly-stalled Blade Technique suddenly spun up like a whirlwind. A hurricane exploded out, and Brian Carter's body was suddenly suspended in midair.

Two hundred and fifty-six gene core points ignited in an instant, converging in his dantian, and a burst of power swept out.

Roar...

Brian Carter charged into the Zago horde like a madman, killing every one he saw. No Zago could withstand a single punch from him. There was no technique or form—some Zagos were simply torn apart by Brian Carter's brute force. Brian Carter's pupils disappeared; this state was very much like going berserk.

Cultivating the eighth brain region was extremely dangerous. After all, it was a spiritual world. One careless mistake could lead to mental collapse—either madness or a vegetative state. Every year, many people went berserk from reckless cultivation or severe trauma. Surviving was already considered lucky.

Some who went berserk experienced a surge in mental power, but became murderers, only to be killed in the end.