Apocalypse: My Items Can Upgrade Infinitely

No matter how much power one possesses, humans are social creatures by nature, and that is not something that can change in a short time.

This was true even though they had all become Tier Two Awakeners.

Following Shen Jie’s lead, the other two Tier Two Peak Genetic Warriors also began to take small, tentative bites.

Everyone knew, more or less, that zerg meat was highly toxic. But a primal hunger surged within them, and the strange odor filling their nostrils made their mouths water uncontrollably...

All these sensations sent a single, undeniable message to their brains: devour the pile of Cyan-winged Zerg corpses in the corner of the classroom!

After the Battle Group Leaders had each eaten the base of the wings they held, their faces showing satisfaction rather than the expected poisoned stupor, the others finally started to move, one after another, toward the Cyan-winged Zerg corpses.

Under Shen Jie’s encouraging gaze, they joined the feast reserved exclusively for Genetic Warriors.

The gluttonous feast, which lasted for nearly an hour, soon ended. In reality, even as Tier Two Genetic Warriors, they could not eat too much zerg meat before their bodies had fully metabolized and replaced all their cells.

They were merely a bit stronger than ordinary Tier Two Awakeners, possessing a higher resistance to toxins.

The seventy-two Tier Two Genetic Warriors had only eaten ten pairs of Cyan Wing Membrane Wings, averaging less than half a kilogram of zerg meat per person.

But even so, as the zerg meat entered their stomachs, the Fusion Zygote implanted in their lower backs, stimulated by the increased activity of their Genetic Glands, began to release a flood of assimilation cells to absorb and digest the meat, updating their own Genetic Libraries.

As the genes of the Cyan-winged Zergs were absorbed, they influenced the dominant expression of the subsequent assimilation cells. Newly divided clumps of cellular tissue began to accumulate in large amounts on the exterior of their shoulder blades.

As time passed, two football-sized, yellowish-gray, tumorous sacs gradually bulged from their shoulder blades.

Everyone present felt their Energy being gradually drained, all of it consumed by the specialization of the assimilation cells.

Soon, once the sacs matured, their hard, dark-yellow outer shells began to crack, revealing the membrane wing tissue gestating inside.

Cyan-yellow membrane wings slowly unfurled.

In a large classroom that could hold four classes, the seventy-two Tier Two Genetic Warriors slowly grew their own membrane wings within a mere two to three hours.

This was equivalent to directly mastering a flight Superpower.

Immediately, a number of excited team members walked to the windows, wanting to flap their wings and soar, to experience the unprecedented sensation of flight.

Humanity’s desire for flight is deeply ingrained.

It represents freedom and hope.

"This is the fourth floor. A 20-meter fall might not injure you, but if you break these newly grown membrane wings, I guarantee the pain will be unbearable."

Shen Jie’s voice came, cold and sharp.

Many of the overexcited team members instantly sobered up, realizing that these membrane wings were now an important part of their own bodies.

Like newborn limbs, they were exceptionally fragile.

If they were damaged, they would likely lose their only chance to fly.

They immediately moved away from the dangerous windows.

Seeing their response, Shen Jie continued,

"Let’s go. The Commander has already prepared a meal for you to replenish your energy."

He then led the group to a small cafeteria in University City, one that could only accommodate three to four hundred people.

Lin Feng had arrived early and was drinking Organic Nutrient Liquid extracted from Tier Two Zerg Eggs, replenishing the energy he had consumed while Copying and synthesizing forty-five Flying Wing Tanks.

Earlier, Chen Yanyan had spent a whole morning breaking through from the Tier Two Early Stage all the way to Tier Two Late Stage Perfection. The forty-plus Tier Two Zerg Eggs she killed had yielded nearly 4,500 kilograms of Organic Nutrient Liquid.

This was just enough to serve as logistical supplies for the Tier Two Corps.

Every one of them was a vital combat asset, and with a major battle looming, they deserved the best possible treatment.

Upon seeing their leader, the Genetic Warriors quickly formed ranks and awaited their orders.

Despite their great increase in Power, they did not become arrogant or defiant. Instead, their reverence for their longtime leader, Lin Feng, only deepened.

The reasoning behind this was actually very simple:

They couldn’t even defeat Shen Jie, the actual overall leader of the Genetic Combat Team. Two of the Genetic Battle Group Leaders had privately fought Shen Jie before, and the difference in their Power and reaction speed was immense. Battle Group Leader Shen Jie could easily take on both of them at once.

Even without using his Slaughter Realm, he could soundly defeat two Genetic Battle Group Leaders of the same tier.

This was because their genetic modifications only provided an initial boost of around 30%, whereas Shen Jie, who had mastered the Slaughter Realm and fully integrated with the Zerg Race’s genes, had long since surpassed a 100% enhancement to his Physique Attribute.

They could hardly defeat Battle Group Leader Shen Jie, let alone their leader, Lin Feng, whose power was far greater.

The more powerful they became, the more profoundly they could sense the depths of Lin Feng’s strength.

He was the undisputed supreme leader, the Legion Commander of the entire Tier Two Corps.

And now, seeing that all seventy-two Genetic Warriors had grown a pair of membrane wings, Lin Feng smiled and called out,

"Dismissed. Go eat, it’s all ready for you."

At Lin Feng’s command, the men, under the direction of their respective Battle Group Leaders, finally took their seats at the tables.

In large iron basins that had been prepared in advance, there were over two kilograms of Organic Nutrient Liquid, as well as dried fish and meat jerky made by the Support Soldiers to supplement protein and fat.

Compared to the Zerg Race corpses, the aroma of the Organic Nutrient Liquid was far more appealing. Everyone began to gulp it down, replenishing the vast amount of stamina they had expended absorbing the zerg meat for their membrane wings.

Their stomachs began to swell at a visible rate. Ten minutes later, having eaten and drunk their fill—some even licking their plates clean—the team members reassembled under their leaders’ command.