Three hundred living sacrifices

"Data Eye, activate!" Anthony whispered.

The system prompt immediately sounded.

"Ding! Name: Twin-Headed Lion (Aberrant)

Race: Aberrant

Level: First Tier Upper

Intelligence: 0.3

Strength: 80.3

Agility: 20.1

Overall Combat Power: 100.7

"No wonder it was able to push me back with just one move, its strength attribute has reached 80.3!" Anthony licked his lips, realizing that the Twin-Headed Gryphon's ability to follow him meant that the individual he missed was likely its master.

"In that case, I can't let you live." Anthony gripped his long knife with both hands, glanced at Cheryl and Verna who were still stunned beside him, and shouted, "Quick, you two take these survivors and find a safe place."

"And you?" Verna asked worriedly.

"I'll be fine, a mere beast can't pose a threat to me." Anthony's voice remained calm. Once the two women led the survivors to safety, Anthony looked at Dash and said, "Old man, I'll leave the finishing blow to you."

"No problem." Dash replied confidently.

"Alright." Anthony nodded, tightly holding his Tang knife, and with a slightly bent posture, he whispered to himself, "Release the power!" In an instant, the inner energy from his dantian surged out, enveloping his entire body. His strength attribute skyrocketed to 108.92, or 10892 jin.

"Beast, come and die!"

As the eagle's cry pierced the air, the Twin-Headed Gryphon circled in the sky and then dove straight toward Anthony. Its speed was so fast that the sound of rushing air was audible.

"Kid, be careful." Dash reminded from the side. Anthony nodded solemnly, and in the blink of an eye, the gryphon was getting closer. He sprang into the air, his second-tier Tang knife slashing through the air with a metallic hum. A 30-centimeter-long talon flew into the sky, blood splattering the ground. The gryphon's talon had been severed, and feeling the intense pain, fear flickered in its eagle eyes. It hastily flapped its wings, generating a strong wind as it attempted to take off.

"Old man, don't let this thing escape!" Anthony shouted urgently. Dash reacted quickly, his body expanding explosively by three meters. He launched himself towards the gryphon, rising into the air with a fist radiating dazzling golden light. "Vajra Wrath!"

In an instant, Dash burst forward, his body growing three times larger. He ascended into the sky, his fist glowing with a brilliant light, and shouted, "Vajra Wrath!"

With a deafening roar, his fist connected, and the gryphon's other head exploded into a shower of blood. A crystal-clear blue sphere shot out from the explosion, and the massive body collapsed on the ground, motionless.

"Old man, you're quite impressive!" Anthony was amazed by Dash's actions. A first-tier individual had just obliterated a creature with a single punch. Was this the true power of Dash's transformation ability?

Dash scratched the back of his head awkwardly and explained, "My Aberrant transformation, Vajra, triples my strength and enhances my body's defenses to a level that even a second-tier Aberrant can't break. Combined with the eruption of my inner energy and the Vajra's inherent skill 'Vajra Wrath,' my strength is doubled again. This means that the damage from the punch I just delivered would have been enough to cripple a second-tier Awakened individual."

"As the saying goes, age brings wisdom and strength. Back in the day when I roamed the Rose Garden, which young lady didn't..." Dash's words began to trail off, becoming more and more indecent. Anthony's forehead was covered in black lines, but regardless, the threat had been eliminated. However, there was still no room for carelessness. As for now, he thought of the more than fifty survivors Cheryl had brought back and his headache returned.

At the same time, in TN City, YangHe Hospital, in the ward. Ollie was watching his subordinates clean up the remnants when suddenly his face turned red, and he felt a lightning-like strike to his chest, causing him to spew out a mouthful of fresh blood.

In an instant, his previously spirited face turned pale. The surrounding subordinates didn't know what was happening, but seeing their boss's grim expression, they cowered in the corner, too afraid to speak.

After a while, Ollie's face darkened, and he coldly ordered his subordinate, "Go, within three days, find me three hundred living sacrifices."

"Boss, we've almost captured all the survivors in the vicinity." The subordinate couldn't help but speak up.

"What? Are you questioning me?" Ollie stared straight at the subordinate with his golden eyes.

The subordinate hastily shook his head and said, "No, not at all."

"If I don't see three hundred men and women after three days, I will use you all as sacrifices!" Ollie's voice was icy.

The subordinate nodded vigorously. He immediately threw a meaningful glance at a few other subordinates nearby, and they hurriedly rushed out. Once the subordinates were gone, Ollie glared in the direction of LinXian City and muttered with hatred, "Don't let me find you."

Meanwhile, downstairs in the hospital's inpatient department, the Butcher noticed the hurried expressions of the subordinates and curiously asked, "What's going on?"

"Ollie ordered us to find three hundred living sacrifices." The subordinate's voice trembled.

"Is that so?" The Butcher's voice grew heavy, and after a moment, he said directly, "I remember we haven't searched the YJ District near YangHe yet, there must be survivors there."

"But what about that thing in YangHe?" The subordinate expressed fear.

"What, do you want to become a sacrifice for Ollie? Well, that's all we can do then."

In the YJ District, within two days, under Duane's gluttony, the food meant for six people had vanished in an instant.

Clark glared at Duane, who was licking his fingers, and scolded, "Duane, this was meant for six people! What about my sister? What about the kids?"

Duane paid no attention to Clark's tone, utterly indifferent. "Isn't this food from your good buddy? Just go ask him for more."

"You... you shameless!" After thinking for a moment, Clark spat out a few words.

Duane sneered, "Shameless? So what? In this apocalypse, when you have food, you eat it all. Who knows when you'll end up in a zombie's belly? I'm just trying to survive. Any problem with that?"

Nicola, who was nearby, couldn't stand it anymore. She propped up her weak body and scolded, "Duane, you beast! Do you have any conscience left when you say things like that?"

"Can conscience be eaten as food?" Duane sneered.

"Fine, it's really great! I, Nicola, have finally seen your true colors today! Cough... cough, cough!" Nicola was also infuriated, coughing violently for a few moments before glaring at Clark and saying, "Clark, starting from today, this beast won't get a share of any food you bring back. Let him find his own food!"

Hearing Nicola's words, Duane immediately flew into a rage. Without food, how could he survive? He quickly jumped up and was about to strike Nicola, but before his fist could connect, his tooth was knocked out, and he fell to the ground. Duane couldn't believe that this weak little brother-in-law had actually struck him.

After delivering the punch, Clark stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife, and pressed it against Duane's throat. He growled, "Today, you must go out and find food."

"I... I just go"