20demayo Chapter 155: The Sorrow of the Nine-Tailed Fox (To the Great Shelter Society)
Chapter 155: The Sorrow of the Nine-Tailed Fox (To the Great Shelter Society)
【Warm Tip: There is a knife in this chapter!!!】
After obtaining a powerful "vanguard zombie force", Crimson Vader immediately took action.
He cleverly concealed the aura of this troop and began to advance rapidly towards the headquarters of the shelter association.
Under the dual reinforcement of the virus and the crimson aura, these red-eyed zombies showed amazing physical fitness, as if they were endowed with endless energy.
In just one hour, they quietly arrived at the edge of the city where the shelter headquarters was located, ready to launch a deadly attack.
However, just as Crimson Vader was about to launch a general attack, he felt a strange fluctuation.
It turned out that his clone was cleverly intercepted by Su Ze.
Crimson Vader smiled slightly, he knew that this meant that Suze had been deceived by his own scheme and fell into wrong judgment.
At this moment, Crimson Vader no longer hid his strength. The long-accumulated power burst out in an instant like a volcano about to erupt.
He gathered powerful crimson energy and launched a fierce attack on the headquarters city's walls of irrational roots.
There was a loud bang, and the city wall collapsed instantly under the impact of energy, leaving a huge hole.
This move not only successfully broke through the defense of the city wall, but also produced a huge psychological shock.
The residents and defenders in the city, who had originally held out a glimmer of hope, fell into panic after seeing this scene.
What made them even more desperate was that 343, the only one in the city who could compete with Crimson Vader, also felt unprecedented pressure from this attack and finally chose to flee.
Everything is going according to Crimson Vader's plan, and he is about to have his moment of victory.
So, with an order from Crimson Wade, more than a thousand red-eyed zombies rushed in like a tide, frantically attacking the city's defense line.
The number of normal humans in this city is decreasing at an alarming rate under the crazy attack of zombies.
These red-eyed zombies, strengthened by crimson aura, are not only powerful, but also often awaken some terrifying special abilities.
For example, one of the red-eyed zombies had raging flames burning on its body and billowing black smoke, and the flames were actually mixed with a deadly zombie virus.
Any human who gets slightly close and inhales a hint of smoke will be mercilessly corroded by the virus and instantly become a member of the red-eyed zombies.
As the zombie population continues to expand, the number of these mutated red-eyed zombies is also increasing, bringing unprecedented pressure to the city’s defense.
Soon, starting from the front city wall, half of the headquarters city had fallen.
But fortunately, the defense line urgently set up by the shelter finally blocked the tide of crazy and painless red-eyed zombies, winning a glimmer of hope for the city's survival.
The roar was deafening, and smoke filled the sky above the battlefield, forming a chaotic gray sky.
"All of you, die!!!"
Hank, the captain of the Nine-Tailed Fox Mobile Task Force, his roar echoed on the battlefield, shocking the people like thunder.
Holding a miniature machine gun, he leaped nimbly and shot madly at the wave of zombies in the distance.
Every shot was accompanied by flames and splashes of ammunition. The zombies fell one after another under his fierce firepower, but the tide of zombies was as surging as a tide, and seemed endless.
The end guard of the machine gun turned red under such overloaded shooting, like a burning flame.
A large area of flesh on Hank's hand had been burned, and on the charred back of his hand, the flesh and skin were stuck together, forming a shocking scar.
But at this life-and-death moment, he completely ignored the pain. His eyes were firm and sharp, as if he wanted to devour all the zombies in his rage.
However, even the mighty machine gun has its limits.
Under the continuous shooting, the machine gun finally couldn't bear the burden, making a sharp sound of metal breaking, and then it was completely scrapped.
Hank stared at the weapon in his hand with wide eyes in disbelief. It was like a tired beast that finally fell down at the last moment.
"Fake!"
Hank cursed angrily and threw the broken machine gun to the ground.
He quickly picked up another spare machine gun, readjusted his shooting posture, and roared as he fired at the tide of zombies.
At the same time, his heart was filled with confusion and anger: "Damn it, where is 343? Wasn't he left behind by the senator to help us?!"
The signalman behind him looked pale. They tried to contact Su Ze and 343, but all the equipment failed due to internal combustion caused by the high temperature and could not transmit any information.
Another team member ran back panting and reported in a trembling voice: "Captain, that damn fake God ran away!"
This news made Hank so angry that he almost burst into flames.
But he soon regained his composure.
As the captain of the Nine-Tailed Fox Mobile Task Force, he has experienced countless containment missions and knows that the most important thing at this time is to maintain morale.
He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then shouted, "We, the Nine-Tailed Fox, don't need anyone's help! We were born to drive out darkness and fight independently!"
These words were like a flash of lightning that pierced the night sky, illuminating the hearts of the soldiers.
They all straightened their chests, raised their weapons, and prepared to face an even more violent wave of zombies.
At this critical moment, they have only one belief in their hearts: to fight for the future of mankind!
Hank's eyes were bloodshot, as if burning with an unyielding flame.
He stared at the few remaining Nine-Tailed Fox members in front of him, and his firm gaze pierced their hearts like a sharp sword.
He roared, "Wrap yourself up tightly, carry tactical nuclear warheads, and follow me forward!"
The voice was full of determination and courage.
Those team members did not hesitate at all, they knew very well that this was the final decisive battle.
They quickly put on the most solid protective equipment, like warriors in armor, ready for the upcoming battle.
Afterwards, they successively carried the tactical nuclear warheads that had been prepared long ago, and every movement appeared extremely firm and decisive.
After destroying another machine gun, Hank spat out a mouthful of blood foam. The bright red blood looked so dazzling in the sunlight.
He endured the physical fatigue and pain, put on his equipment, and carried the nuclear warhead.
At that moment, he seemed to have become the most fearless warrior on the battlefield, fighting for the future of mankind.
"Brothers, let's take one last shot of adrenaline."
Hank gently pressed the button on his combat suit, and a cool feeling instantly spread throughout his body.
He felt his heart beating wildly and his blood boiling, as if a powerful force was surging in his body.
He knew that it was the power of adrenaline that made him braver and stronger.
Hank's cold face beneath the mask forced a stiff smile, which was the desire for victory and the trust in his comrades.
He shouted hoarsely, "Charge according to the plan!"
The sound was as shocking as a war drum, making every team member's blood boil.
The next moment, seven figures including Hank rushed out of the defense line like arrows, and they ran in different directions.
Perseverance and determination were written on everyone's face; they knew they were fighting for the future of mankind.
They drained the last bit of life force from their bodies and rushed towards the seven locations where the corpse tide was densest.
At that moment, they seemed to become the light of hope for mankind, illuminating the dark battlefield.
As the combat order was issued, the Nine-Tailed Fox Squad rushed towards the surging tide of zombies like an arrow.
In just two minutes, their figures collided with the densely packed, hideous-looking swarm of red-eyed zombies, like the confluence of a storm and the sea, stirring up chaos and panic.
At this life-and-death moment, Hank and the other six team members did not show any panic.
Their faces were filled with determination and smiles, like brave warriors facing the final decisive battle.
They pressed the nuclear bomb unlock button almost at the same time, and the crisp sound echoed on the battlefield, as if announcing the judgment of fate.
Then, they all shouted the slogan of the shelter in unison: "We shelter, we control, we... protect!"
This is not only their belief, but also the goal they strive for.
Their voices echoed across the battlefield, as if condensed into a powerful force, inspiring every soldier present.
As the last word was shouted out, seven earth-shattering explosions erupted in the tide of zombies!
The deafening roar seemed to tear the whole world apart.
The dazzling light instantly tore through the group of red-eyed zombies in front, as if seven small suns were slowly rising from it, illuminating the entire battlefield.
This light is countless times more dazzling than the sun!
It is like the god of death's scythe, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the zombies.
The sound of the explosion was like thousands of thunders exploding at the same time, and the entire city seemed to be shaking with the roar of the Nine-Tailed Fox Squad.
However, the power of the explosion of seven tactical nuclear warheads is far more than that.
The terrible destructive shock wave quickly spread, sucking in the surrounding zombies that survived the explosion.
The zombies struggled and roared in the shock wave, but were eventually ground into dust.
Flames and smoke rolled and intertwined in the air, forming a huge red mushroom cloud.
The mushroom cloud continued to rise and rise... and finally dissipated over the city.
When everything calmed down, people realized how huge the results of this explosion feast were.
More than half of the zombies were destroyed in the explosion!
However, to Crimson Vader, who was watching indifferently from high in the sky, all this was just a drop in the bucket, an insignificant sacrifice.
In his eyes, these zombies are nothing more than the cheapest chess pieces. Even if countless of them die, it is just a loss of his chess pieces.
The remaining half of the zombies are still enough to completely destroy the city.
When the seven core members of the Nine-Tailed Fox Squad fell, the remaining soldiers of the shelter obviously lost their backbone. The defense line was broken through again and again by the swarm of red-eyed zombies like paper, and finally turned into pieces.
At this moment, there was only one-sided massacre in the city.
The wails of women and children, the desperate roars of men, and the screams of zombies intertwined into a horrific symphony that echoed in the sky.
Crimson Vader was fascinated by what he heard, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "This is the art of war!"
In just five minutes, the entire city became a zombie paradise, and the number of zombies under Crimson Vader skyrocketed to a staggering 30 million.