Chapter 41 - Chapter 41: 33. Yell until your eyes are sore. (1/2)

chapter 41: 33. yell until your eyes are sore.

translator: 549690339

tomb level two.

the imperial army had set up a defensive line inside the grand hall.

the soldiers dug up the ground tiles, filled them with special soil, planted squirming grey worms, and poured a viscous yellow-brown liquid on them.

within three minutes, violently swelling grey bulges rose from the ground, continuing until they grew into perfectly square “stone dunghills”.

this was the tatis empire army’s unique bio-crafted building – the gray worm barrier.

it took shape quickly and was easy to construct; it was indispensable for blocking the boundless undead army.

alongside, they also prepared bee syrup bombs for skeleton warriors, liquid flame throwers for the walking dead, and biochemical war dogs for skeleton hounds and cavern stalkers.

everything was prepared for the undead.

noland lee stood at the frontlines, facing the seemingly endless undead army, without an ounce of anxiety.

the game was called “billion zombies”, a real-time strategy zombie game.o

now, he felt like one of the machine-gun soldiers in that game, holding a machine gun, standing in place, and spraying bullets at the swarming undead army.

of course, he couldn’t truly be considered a machine-gun soldier, at best, he was just a low-rank soldier with a small handgun, providing negligible fire support.

noland lee was well aware of his limited firepower.

thus, he focused mainly on searching for unknown undead troop types.

taking advantage of the unlimited ammunition supplied currently, he endeavored to passively deconstruct all undead troops he had not yet deconstructed, in addition to recovering his energy points.

however, noland lee soon realized he had oversimplified the concept of fighting.

when the wave-like undead creatures closed in under the gunfire, all he could do was continually open fire and shoot.

as the saying goes, good marksmen are made by bullets. no matter the shooting talent, after firing hundreds, even thousands of rounds, one could gradually develop the so-called “gun feeling”.

noland lee fired continuously for nearly half an hour, his elbow numbed by the recoil, when he finally unlocked a new passive skill.

[system message: through extensive training, you have mastered the passive skill ‘kinetic weapon shooting proficiency’, currently at level 1.]

noland lee looked at the system message in front of him and nodded in satisfaction.

he observed the undead under the rain of bullets once again and noticed something strange.

why wasn’t the floor of tomb level two covered with the remains of skeleton warriors killed by bee syrup bombs, or the walking dead reduced to black charcoal by the liquid flames?

shouldn’t their numbers have been increasing, forming little hills?

noland lee narrowed his eyes and focused on a walking dead not far away.

the creature was being scorched in the liquid flames and was about to turn to black charcoal and fall to the ground.

just as the walking dead fell, noland lee was startled to see the black charcoal it had transformed into seep through the cracks of the ground tile like fine sand.

noland lee had been focusing on shooting until now. this was the first time he noticed such a bizarre phenomenon.

he strained his voice over the deafening gunfire to shout at sergeant mars, who was beside him manning a water-cooled machine gun:

“chief officer, chief officer!”

sergeant mars barely made out noland lee’s voice against the thunderous gunfire.

he released the grip of the machine gun, shook his numb hands, and asked:

“what’s wrong, jarvis!”