Chapter 118 - Chapter 118: 81. Seeing Jiegu again (1/2)
Chapter 118: 81. Seeing Jiegu again
Translator: 549690339
10 minutes later, at the entrance of Staircase 16.
Dozens of Imperial Soldiers fled chaotically from the staircase interior.
They were the members of the reconnaissance squad and the combat squad led by Sergeant Alvin Stafford.
The entities chasing them were not Frost Skeleton Mages, but Tomb Walking Dead covered in rotting flesh, and skeletal soldiers with empty eye sockets.
An endless Undead Army swarmed out from the staircase interior, treading on the heels of the Empire’s soldiers, and crossed into the first underground level of the tomb hall.
The phenomenon happening at the entrance of Staircase 16 was not an isolated case.
All staircase entrances, except the first and second blocked by the river, were flooded with a huge number of undead forces.
“Dadada…”
The ripping sound of gunfire rang out.
The water-cooled light machine guns waiting at the staircase entrance spouted tongues of flame, facing the approaching undead with a flood of bullets.
The flesh of the Tomb Walking Dead split apart, ripped to shreds by the sharp barrage of bullets.
The stench of rotten meat and filthy blood splashed everywhere, instantly filling the tomb hall of the first underground level with a putrid smell.
The Undead Army surged forward, stepping on the corpses of the Tomb Walking Dead.
At this moment, the undead creatures fully demonstrated the advantage of “Constant Morale”.
No matter how the machine guns roared, the Undead Army would never stop their advance.
The moment the living and the dead made contact, the battlefield situation skipped the probing stage and went directly into the most intense phase.
Squad commanders bellowed orders.
“Fire! Fire!… Quick, change the gun barrels! Reload the ammunition chain!”
“Bomb launchers prioritize attacking Skeleton Archers, their arrows are poisoned!”
“Flamethrower troops press forward! Alternate flame jets! Prevent overheating of the flamethrower!”
The flamethrower operators, dressed in heat-resistant suits, looked bloated and moved slowly, constantly bearing the tremendous recoil of the flame jets.
They strode forward under the force of the fire jets and were pushed forward by comrades standing behind them.
The unique liquid flame had excellent adhesion, no low-level undead troops could shake off its corrosion if touched by the flame.
It could be said that as long as the Undead Army was trapped inside the staircase, the fierce flames could purify everything.
It could effectively damage the Undead Construct and Sutured Creatures, much more efficient than machine gun bullets loaded with Biochemical Nectar and Bee Syrup Bombs.
With the flame dragon leading, the on-site situation instantly went under control of the Empire’s Army.
Mars’ reconnaissance team had just escaped from the staircase and could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Noland Lee flung open the breathing mask, wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead, still feeling a lingering fear thinking back to the scene inside the staircase.
The Frost Skeleton Mage retreated when the giant stone coffin appeared, seemingly only aiming to prevent the reconnaissance team from entering the first underground level.
Once the Frost Skeleton Mage had left, a large group of Skeleton Hounds fled into the staircase, followed by a dense crowd of Walking Dead and Skeleton Soldiers.
The explosive capacity of giant coffins was indeed extraordinary.
The staircase was instantly crammed with the undead, yet more undead continued to squeeze into the corridor from the metal gate.
Fortunately, the combat team which came for the rescue brought Biochemical Army dogs and successfully slowing down the Skeleton Hounds.
Otherwise, the combat team would surely fall into a dangerous situation of being besieged by the undead while trying to save people.
“Mars, Jarvis!”
Alvin Stafford’s guards came over and relayed the commander’s instructions: “You both, come with me. Someone wants to see you.”
Sergeant Mars was slightly startled, “Someone wants to see us?… Oh, I see.
Mike, you take command of the team. Jarvis and I will go see the chief officer.” “Alright, Captain.” Sergeant Mike Adams nodded.
Mars gestured to Noland Lee, and the two of them ran off with the guard.
They pushed through the crowd, avoided ammunition-toting trolleys, and struggled through the crowded camp.
“Boom!”
A sudden explosion resounded throughout the field, making people’s scalp tingle and their eardrums ache.
Noland Lee turned around and looked in the direction of the sound, witnessing a shocking scene.
In the staircase that had been sealed off by flamethrowers, several Metallic Skeletons suddenly appeared marching together.
Metallic Skeletons resisted the spray of flames with their metal covered bodies, with greater burning resistance than other undead troops.
While they held on for only a few seconds, they successfully escorted the Suicide Skeleton Soldiers to the ground level!
The moment the Suicide Skeleton Soldiers appeared, the Empire’s side had no time to switch off the flamethrowers!
“Boom! Boom!”
The fire exploded repeatedly, and the smoke engulfed the sky.
Noland Lee stood in the camp, feeling the gusts of wind brushing past him.
No need to mention the flamethrower operators closest to the staircase entrance, all of them were blown up into the air by the violent explosion.
The fire attack was broken, smoke filled the staircase entrance, and the Undead Army disregarded the remaining fire, rushing out of the staircase.
Noland Lee watched all this with a grave expression.
The Undead Cult was truly cunning.
They stealthily mixed Suicide Skeleton Soldiers into the crowd, breaking the Empire’s defense line in one fell swoop…
It has to be said that the low-rank undead troops, the Suicide Skeleton Soldiers, indeed work wonders when breaking through a firepower blockade.