Chapter 301: The Counter-Attack
The Medical Bay was no longer a room; it was a kill box.
Snow swirled in through the torn roof, mixing with the dust of shattered machinery and the metallic tang of blood.
In the center of the chaos stood General Vargr, a seven-foot Lycan monstrosity radiating an aura so dense it distorted the air.
He was A-Rank. In a fair fight, he would slaughter us in under a minute.
But we weren't fighting fair. We were fighting for survival.
"Leon! Anchor!" I shouted, my voice cracking from the strain.
"RAAAH!"
Leon didn't swing the [Breaker's Hammer] to kill. He swung it to collide. He choked up on the handle, turned his shoulder, and drove the massive iron head into Vargr's midsection like a battering ram.
CRUNCH.
Vargr didn't budge. He caught the hammer head with one hand. His claws dug into the iron, screeching like nails on a chalkboard.
"Weak!" Vargr roared, raising his other fist to crush Leon's skull.
