Chapter 293 - Return to the battlefield 2 (1/2)
A green curved wind blade silently swept past the head of a living corpse. The live corpse first stopped moving, and then a faint line of blood appeared on its head. The blood vein expanded, cracking into countless fine threads of flesh, causing the living corpse to split evenly from the middle of its nose. The head was split in half, and the living corpse fell to the ground without a sound, revealing a tall and straight figure behind it.
His short silver hair stood up straight, and his resolute face had a beard. His face was so deep that it made him look like a rock standing in the middle of a snowstorm. No matter how fast the snow was, it couldn't leave a mark on the rock. Wukachev, a level five wind user, had dozens of blue wind blades floating around his sturdy body.
As if strolling through his own garden, the wind blades that surrounded him constantly shot out. Every time a wind blade shot out, a living corpse would be killed. Then, under the replenishment of energy, the wind blade would appear again. By relying on this skill, Wukchev had walked all the way from the edge of the battlefield, harvesting the lives of over a hundred zombies. Behind him, there were two third level Fighting Domain experts and seven slave warriors. They were in charge of increasing the number of Russian battle results.
”Chief, it's about time to go back.”
In the blink of an eye, he had killed two more living corpses. Then, the voice of Robin, the member of the team, came through the communication channel.
”Got it, get ready to leave...” Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he looked towards the distant ruins to his left.
A hundred meters away in the ruins, a three-storey building suddenly collapsed. Fragments of the wall fell with a rumble, and in the falling rocks, a tall figure suddenly rushed out. It was a butcher, holding a one-handed battle-axe in each hand.
Halfway through his journey, the butcher was greeted by five machine guns. The dense barrage of bullets exploded into a cloud of blood, but the butcher crossed his arms and shielded his head and chest with his axe, completely ignoring the rest of the attack.
Behind the butcher, there were more figures, and more living corpses.
Hookchev's team was on the southwest edge of the battlefield, and the living corpses pouring in from the southwest were clearly a new force. Seeing this scene, Hookchev was stunned. However, the butcher's approach did not leave him in a daze. With a thought, the wind blades on Hookchev's body shot out in an instant, slicing towards the butcher from all kinds of unbelievable angles.
The butcher charged into the wind blades, and every single wind blade passed by, leaving a bone-deep wound on the butcher's body. However, the butcher relied on his terrifying defensive power to resist the attack. Just as he was about to force his way into Hukchev, Robin and another Fighting Domain expert inserted themselves into the battlefield and stopped the butcher.
This was the usual tactic used by Wukichev's team. When facing strong enemies, Robin and the other two Fighting Domain experts would intercept them.
A clump of green energy rolled and rolled in both of Wukachev's hands. When a huge green wind blade about two meters long was released from his hands, both of them were able to dodge to the sides. The huge green wind blade hit the butcher directly. The butcher's tall body was sent flying by the wind blade. In midair, the wind blade exploded, forming countless small wind blades that flew around recklessly.
When the butcher fell back to the ground, a terrible wound rose from his right shoulder to the left side of his stomach, ripping him in half. Following that, countless fine bloodstains appeared on the butcher's body, and the areas that had been cut by the small wind blades immediately cracked open. With a loud crash, the butcher was reduced to a pile of mincemeat. Only his head was still intact.
Blades of Rage, advanced version of the basic skill, Wind Blade. The energy required to condense hundreds or even more wind blades was concentrated into large wind blades. When hitting the enemy, apart from the first powerful slash, the huge wind blade would explode, and the small wind blades would slash the target in all directions under the effect of the explosion.
It could be said that in the instant that the Blade of Rage struck, the butcher had already decided to die.
But after unleashing the Blades of Anger, Hookchev felt a little weak. In front of him, a large number of living corpses had already rushed over.
”Retreat!” At the same time, he moved his hands backwards, and a dozen or so wind blades shot out, slashing horizontally towards the group of corpses at the very front.
Although it was a retreat, the team didn't immediately turn around and run. Two of Robin's guards came to the side of Hookchev, while the servants behind them shielded them with firepower. When Hookchev and the other two retreated a certain distance, the Russians would release all kinds of wind blades and wind guns to stop the corpse, giving the slave soldiers time to retreat. Not long after withdrawing in this kind of trapezoidal fashion, several strange figures suddenly emerged from the mass of living corpses.
They were still living corpses without a doubt, but these living corpses were completely naked, and they only covered their lower bodies with camouflage. These living corpses were extremely thin, and their bodies were as skinny as skin and bones. But their stomachs were large, like the fabled hungry ghosts of pregnant women. Even so, it was impossible to slow the speed of these living corpses.
Skinny Corpse used both hands and feet to rush across the ground like a wild beast. They constantly changed their trajectory, causing the attacks of the slave warriors to miss one after another. Even Hookchev's wind blades were having a hard time hitting them, but the scrawny corpse's target was not the slave soldiers. They flashed past the soldiers and pounced on Hookchev and the other two.
”F * ck!” Robin shouted and rushed towards two of the corpses.
The other guard did not want to be outdone, so he roared and pounced on the other corpses, shouting at Hookchev, ”Leader, don't worry about us! There's something strange about these things.”
In a flash, Hookchev sent out six wind blades, forcing away one of the skinny corpses that was pouncing towards him. Robin and his guards had already started fighting with the thin corpse. The thin corpse's fighting style was very strange. It was neither like the butcher with his great strength nor like the Ripper who used speed and sharp claws to win. The corpses that he had seen from the end were a pack of mad dogs, and the sight of them clutching Robin and biting him made Hookchev's heart palpitate.
He turned around and left.
In the Annihilation Hammer's team concept, as long as the captain doesn't die, the team will exist forever. Whether it was a low-level guardian or an ordinary slave soldier, they were all cannon fodder that could be sacrificed at any time for the captain. Of course, according to their status, the captain had to pay them varying amounts of pension after sacrifice.
Hookchev did not know that the fragility of these corpses was not only terrifying. At the same time that he turned around to run away, several tentacles suddenly appeared from the thin corpses that were hugging Robin and the other two.
These tentacles had no other use, their only function was to bind the scrawny body tightly to the target.
Robin's hands and feet were tightly bound by these few wet tentacles, and he could feel the temperature of the thin corpse at the side of his body rising.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Two explosions rang out behind him, and the Russian looked back and saw two balls of fire. Just as Hookchev was trying to figure out how this sudden explosion had happened, a scrawny corpse fell on him from the right and knocked the big Russian to the ground.
Wurkechev's reaction was extremely fast. Immediately, a dozen or so wind blades sliced through the thin corpse's body. Skinny corpse's flesh and blood splattered everywhere. However, it was still crazily shrieking as it tightly held onto Hukchev, unwilling to let go. At the same time, another scrawny corpse rushed over, wrapping itself around this person's body from his head and companions.
After catching him, the two thin corpses had long tentacles growing out of their backs at the same time, and flying around him were those who had the ability to wrap around themselves. After finishing all this, the thin corpse's round belly actually had a red blush on it.
Huxchev, wrapped in the living corpse, realized with horror that this was a phenomenon in which biological energy was soaring. In the blink of an eye, the red light that shone from the belly of the living corpse was dazzling. In the end, the bright light suddenly exploded inside the living corpse's stomach.
As a result, the few of them who were at the entrance of Lemour's cave suddenly heard a loud sound from afar. The red light from the explosion shot up into the sky and turned into a fiery cloud in the air before slowly spreading out.
On Commander Avenot's tactical board, the symbol representing team Hookchev dimmed.
The Wind Speaker squadron had all been wiped out!