Form of the Venom Suit

The French Riviera, one of the five key beaches targeted for assault.

The sand on the French Riviera was exceptionally fine, glittering like gold under the sunlight. Paired with the coconut trees along the shore, it was quite a nice tourist destination for leisure and relaxation.

At this moment, the sun was setting over the French Riviera. Only a faint crimson glow remained on the horizon, heralding the arrival of a long night.

Along the coastline, countless sandbags had been stacked into a fortress-like defensive line roughly a hundred meters inland. Tens of thousands of German Soldiers in Steel Helmets were stationed there, their heavy machine guns aimed outward.

They all held their breath solemnly, their faces tense. No one spoke. The shore was so quiet that only the sea breeze and waves crashing against the beach could be heard.

It was like the eve of a storm—calm, yet concealing boundless killing intent.

"Has our elite tank division still not arrived from the rear?" a German officer of general rank quietly asked the communications officer beside him.

The communications officer quickly replied, "Report! The rear forces said they have been bombed by enemy aircraft from the Allied forces. Their movements are restricted everywhere, and they cannot reach the coastal defense zone in time."

"Those damned Allied forces! Send out the order: hold the coastal line at all costs! Shoot down every enemy who lands on the beach—no matter what, we must hold out until the rear tank division arrives."

Before the German officer could finish giving his orders, he saw the communications officer staring blankly and fearfully at the sea beyond the sandbags, his young face pale with terror.

The German officer immediately looked up in the same direction. On the darkening sea, dozens of enormous warships could vaguely be seen emerging, filling the entire visible waters. The leading battleship charged toward the beach like a steel beast.

"They’re here! They’re here!!!"

Click—

For a moment, countless German Soldiers along the coastal defense line drew in sharp breaths, followed by the dense sound of weapons being cocked.

The large-scale beach landing battle had officially begun!

First came the Allied forces’ long-range artillery barrage. The cannons of battleships and warships aimed at the coastline, unleashing indiscriminate bombardment amid thunderous explosions.

With their firepower fully unleashed, the nearby beach and sky were illuminated as bright as day!

Meanwhile, in the waters near the French Riviera, the battleship came to a halt first, with the surrounding warships following suit. Beyond this point, the water was too shallow for the vessels to proceed.

But the purpose of deploying so many warships had never been to use them as the main weapons for destroying the enemy defenses. They were meant to transport soldiers and cover the large-scale landing of combat troops onto the beach.

As soon as the dozens of warships anchored, an endless stream of Allied soldiers poured into the sea. In hundreds of lowered boats, they surged toward the beach in a vast landing assault.

The moment Allied soldiers set foot on the French Riviera beach, the machine guns in the German defensive fortifications sprang into action. Their suppressive hail of bullets turned the beach into a forbidden zone of death. The Allied soldiers could only force their way forward with their flesh and blood, while the shallow waters and beach were dyed red with blood.

The beach landing campaign had begun as a brutal war of attrition, where lives were as cheap as ants!

"Hm, where’s Kyle?" Fury scanned the battleship’s deck and only then realized that while he had ordered the army to storm the beach, Kyle had vanished.

"Fury." A calm, indifferent voice suddenly came from the highest observation platform of the battleship.

Fury followed the voice and looked up. At the edge of the observation platform stood Kyle, tall and straight in a black battle suit.

"I’ll leave the command in the rear to you."

After saying that coldly, Kyle leaped from the observation platform, fifty meters above the deck and nearly a hundred meters above the sea.

Under Fury’s horrified gaze, the black battle suit on Kyle’s back suddenly extended into demonic wings as he fell. His free fall instantly became a swift glide toward the coastal beach.

Venom Suit, Wing Form!

This was a form transformation Venom had unlocked after symbiosis with Blue Eagle. Unfortunately, Venom had not grown enough to truly fly with its manifested wings, but gliding from high altitudes was more than manageable.

Under the cover of night, the Venom Suit’s innate concealment ability made it even more unobstructed.

Kyle swooped and glided through the air, swiftly crossing the shallow waters and the bullet-ridden beach before silently entering the airspace ten meters above the German defensive fortifications.

Gazing coldly down at the dense mass of enemies below, Kyle canceled the suit’s wing form and dropped straight down. While still in the air, he reached to his waist with his left hand and threw down a piece of Anti-Magnet.

The instant the Anti-Magnet hit the ground, the Gravity Field within a twenty-meter radius doubled! The German Soldiers within its range immediately staggered and fell under the discomfort.

At the same time, Kyle landed as well. He rolled across the soft sand to disperse the force of impact, already gripping the Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword in his left hand. He sprang up like a beast and charged first toward the machine gun still spitting blue flames.

With a rise and fall of his sword, the German gunner and the machine gun held in both his hands were cleanly severed into two!

"Enemy!" The German Soldiers within the Gravity Field struggled to their feet. Just as they raised their guns, they saw Kyle beneath the night sky, bathed in their comrade’s blood and charging at them with a dripping longsword.

Rat-a-tat—

Countless bullets struck Kyle’s Venom Suit, which could withstand ordinary bullets, and all of them ricocheted away. Those that hit the Vibranium Bracer on his right arm, raised to shield his head, fell without even sparks or sound.

"Venom, full-body coverage," Kyle muttered deeply. The next moment, black Venom strands rapidly spread over his face and head above his neck, forming a savage black helmet as ferocious as a demon.

This made Venom into a fully integrated battle suit, covering every inch of Kyle’s body and making him look even more like a humanoid demon!

Full-body coverage was the true fusion form of Venom and its host! Their strength could merge seamlessly in this state. Although their power and speed did not increase much, they could be used more smoothly and perfectly!

The reason Kyle normally did not want full-body coverage was that he would become immersed in war and slaughter in this state—cold and merciless, with not even a trace of human compassion in either appearance or heart.

But now, surrounded by enemy troops and a rain of bullets, only in the Venom Suit’s full-body coverage state could he bring his combat power to its absolute limit.

Kyle lowered his right arm coldly, allowing bullets to strike the grotesque helmet head-on. With his sword in hand, he charged into the enemy ranks, hacking and sweeping through them, or sending soldiers flying with his right fist clad in the Vibranium Bracer, continuously reaping the lives of the struggling enemy soldiers.

In just ten seconds, dozens of well-equipped German Soldiers within the range of the Anti-Magnet’s amplified gravity were reduced to mangled corpses, collapsing into pools of blood.

Thick scarlet blood dyed the entire black battle suit dark red. Kyle stepped over heaps of soldiers’ corpses and continued forward, carrying out an endless, frenzied slaughter.