Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 195, Section 026: Crossfire
"Watch out! Don't hit your own people!"

In the narrow passage, the monsters ahead clashed with the radical White Walker forces. Although they were White Walkers, the radicals possessed excellent military skills. Rather than worshipping brute force, they were more accustomed to modern firepower warfare with multiple people working together. The powerful recoil of their well-made rifles caused a jolt that made people feel as if their internal organs were about to shift.

However, their destructive power was also obvious. The White Walkers in black robes were able to dodge and weave on the walls with their agility, but they couldn't withstand the sheer number of them. They were hampered by each other and were unable to exert their advantage in the passage. They were shot down and had countless severed limbs.

Large clumps of blood stained the walls red, and some monsters were pinned to the walls by the force of successive bullets, never coming down until their deaths.

Once the monster gets close, it will take away a radical special White Walker almost at the same time it breaks through the riot shield.

The remains and severed limbs piled up in the passageway. Once someone was pulled away, they would be pulled out of formation and become the target of dismemberment.

Stray bullets and heavy firepower rained down, and more than half of the Swift White Walkers who arrived first were killed or wounded.

As time passed, another group of tall, powerful White Walkers arrived from the base.

[Fighting the Tiger Across the River], [Fighting the Tiger Across the River], [Fighting the Tiger Across the River]!
The fearless giants, roaring, strode forward through a hail of bullets.

The bullets embedded themselves in the flesh, but the monsters were oblivious, roaring and hurling the few remaining fragments high into the air, smashing them fiercely against the shield.

"puff--"

Almost as soon as the fragments hit the shield, the shield-bearer lost his grip on the handle and was thrown backward.

One or two might be manageable, but when a whole group of strong men came crashing in, carrying the bodies of their fallen comrades, they slammed them down as soon as they were within throwing distance, like a heavy hammer tearing apart the front-line defenses.

These radical armed forces were all pale-faced. These monsters were almost inhuman, only knowing how to launch a fierce attack. They were incredibly strong, impervious to pain, and once they went berserk, there was no room for negotiation.

"What kind of monsters are these?" the armed White Walkers shouted, their hands spitting out flames.

"Even Resident Evil wouldn't dare to act like this." Fu Xun mingled at the back of the crowd, listlessly firing his gun, at least waving his hand to make sure no one else noticed he was slacking off.

However, this large-scale encounter allowed him to witness the power of modern firearms, which was truly beyond the reach of any individual.

Soon, the base waited until the enemy had used up most of their ammunition, and the remaining White Walkers with knives joined the battle.

[Showing Off Their Brilliance] x13!

What made Fu Xun narrow his eyes slightly was that these guys seemed to have become much stronger. Each of them had a sword in hand and could unleash sword energy that could penetrate more than an inch through the body. This was far from the low probability sword energy that Jin Ziyue had described last time.

They seem to be constantly selecting, following the most primitive survival of the fittest, and continuously improving their survival ability through a huge population base.

As soon as this group joined the battle, the tide of the war began to turn. They moved with the agility of dragons and tigers, possessing the same litheness as the geckos and otherworldly beings. They moved swiftly through the Passage Mountain, bouncing left, right, up, and down. By the time people realized what was happening, all they could see was the group of people closing in at once, their swords flashing and creating a dazzling display of blades.

The dense network of sword energy swept through everything in its path, and the first and second front lines of the armed White Walkers were almost instantly destroyed, shields and all.

Clearly, the remaining giant berserk monsters also rushed in, forcing the armed forces behind them to retreat while using light machine guns to form a network of fire to block the movements of these White Walkers.

Fu Xun could clearly sense a strange power emanating from the life-ordaining words of this group of swordsmen.

Similar to—determination?
He craned his neck to look into the chaotic crowd, but not wanting to be too conspicuous, he hid in a position where he could run away at any time and continued to observe.

The fully armed, radical White Walkers, benefiting from their numerical advantage, continued their steady advance, and even though the monsters they sent were quite sinister, they still had the strength to fight back.

Indiscriminate heavy weapons exploded in the corridor. Since the other side was agile, the most brutal method was used to suppress them.

The flames from the explosion were menacing, and thick smoke billowed throughout the stairwell.

……

Ben Shan's face was gloomy. He was keeping an eye on both sides. The masked boy who had sneaked in first was now facing the pursuit of the White Walkers alone. He was finally exhausted and had run out of pistol bullets. He could only barely use his dagger to struggle out of the scrambling White Walkers again and again.

On the other hand, the enemy's firepower was very strong. Sending close combat teams to the base was already a disadvantageous move, but there was no other way. In order to obtain more test data, they had to sacrifice the pawns to save the king.

"Sir, Gate C has fallen. The enemy's firepower is too strong."

"Report, Gate D has also been blown open, and another squad of them has surrounded us."

Ben Shan looked displeased. Although a few entrances weren't a major project, they were a matter of appearance, and it was indeed undignified to have one's lair attacked.

He stared at the half-crying, half-laughing mask on the screen. The mask was covered in blood, and there was a cut on the forehead. The guy was using the brief standoff to catch his breath.

"Hmph, let's go, let's take down that masked brat first!" He waved his hand, and the dozen or so guards behind him, their weapons flashing silver, followed him out of the command room.

The deputy general was left behind to monitor the scene, along with personnel debugging the monitoring equipment.

"Bring that puppet girl along too!" Benshan didn't forget to call on the pretty vase-like woman as well.

"Sir, there's a dedicated telephone line."

Ben Shan glanced around to make sure it was safe before muttering, "Answer."

"Station Chief Benshan, can you hear me?" The other person's voice was filled with eager concern.

"Doctor, is there anything I can help you with? We're busy right now," Ben Shan said patiently, trying to be polite.

The voice on the other end sounded somewhat regretful, saying, "I also wanted to ask, how is that new puppet?"

Ben Shan glanced at Qing Yise, who had a blank expression beside him, and said, "She's obediently following behind, but sometimes she's not very agile."

"That's natural. The technique of manipulating fate is not just simple manipulation. It involves completely extinguishing the other party's consciousness, allowing fate to take over the original owner's memories and instincts, making them an absolute tool of obedience."

The other party started boasting.

Ben Shan scoffed, but still said, "If the professor has nothing else to do, then I'm going to do a thorough cleaning. There are too many bedbugs and rats that have gotten in."

"I see. Well then, I wish Station Chief good luck in battle." The other party didn't say much more and happily hung up the phone.

"Boring." Ben Shan hated this kind of arrogant guy. He looked around and saw that they had entered the empty training ground. The monsters were packed inside and out, and only that guy was still struggling to survive.

He glanced at the text message, which said that Ander had arrived.

Ben Shan put away his communication equipment, raised his voice, and his eyes blazed with fanaticism:
"Little ones!"

"kill him!"

-

The doctor on the other side put away his phone with a half-smile.

"Didn't you say you were going to test the fate explosion?" Beside him, Chu Binlin was browsing his phone messages, the screen's glow reflecting off his glasses with a faint light.

"Forget it, we can just control it ourselves. Judging from that guy's arrogant attitude, he probably won't live that long."

The doctor smiled and said, "Anyway, she's just an experiment. As long as we time it right and detonate her destiny, that's fine. I'm even hoping her destiny will explode in a spectacular way."

"Hmm." Chu Binlin nodded, without saying anything more.

(End of this chapter)