Industrial Cthulhu doesn't believe in the end times.

Chapter 135 Are you sure your tank is new?
As Sun Qi and the others had predicted, since Su Xun's arrival, the entire battlefield situation had shifted and was developing in a more positive direction. Every time the zombie horde retreated, more troops would seize the opportunity to pass through the strongholds, and armored vehicles would crush the flesh and corpses still struggling on the ground, constantly advancing forward.

As a result, those on the front lines witnessed many things they had never seen before.

Accompanying the 'Bear Police' were not only new troops, but also a host of new weapons.

The zombie horde continued to assault the town as it had been before, and the soldiers at the outposts within the defensive perimeter had noticed that the number of zombies rushing into their firing range was significantly less than before.

Many zombies had some rather strange wounds on their bodies. They didn't look like the tearing marks that would appear after being hit by bullets or shrapnel. Instead, they looked as neat as if they had been cut by a long knife.

Of course, with the battle at hand, the people inside the stronghold didn't have time to think about such details.

"Quick! Grenade launchers!"

The veteran's arms were taut like steel frames, and the weight and recoil of the heavy machine gun seemed to disappear as he held it in his hands, continuously spraying firepower outwards from the stronghold.

"Sergeant Xu's side has too many zombies. Don't hold back on the new equipment, fire those grenades over there!"

"understood!"

The sounds of gunfire and zombie roars converged in the small stronghold. If the group wanted to communicate, they had to shout at the top of their lungs. Even with Sun Qi's near-superhuman physique, he felt his throat was dry and his ears were ringing.

However, he moved very quickly. He kicked away the empty box next to him and took out a string of 40mm grenades with red-painted bullets from another separately stored box. He skillfully transferred them to the launcher.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of a grenade launcher is quite different from that of a machine gun. A series of bright spots rapidly fell into the horde of zombies huddled below another outpost in the distance.

Explosions rang out one after another, seemingly quieter than those of conventional grenades, but soon, an invisible force lifted up the pile of zombies, scattering severed limbs like rain.

"That's amazing! I wish there were more!"

"I heard it's made from spiritual energy crystals, but where would we get so many in such a short time!"

The amount of such equipment issued to them was quite small; most of it was probably sent to the more forward positions. What they received was likely not only for emergency use, but also to give them a taste of what they had and boost their confidence.
That's what Sun Qi thought, but he couldn't afford to do much research right now.

In reality, there were already quite a few zombies downstairs in their own stronghold, but they completely ignored them and didn't care at all. Soon, firepower from a distant stronghold poured down on them.

Just as they can help each other out of trouble, they can also rely on the firepower of their teammates in their shooting blind spots.

"That's enough, throw down two grenades!"

A new recruit pulled out two defensive grenades, pulled the pins, and threw them down. They exploded with two loud bangs, and the floor beneath their feet trembled.

Within a few days, they had carried out this kind of cooperation countless times, with each stronghold supporting the others. In this meat grinder that covered the town, there were practically no blind spots for shooting.

This design, in general, ensures extremely high efficiency in eliminating zombies, but sometimes it may result in friendly fire. In fact, due to the zombie king's special abilities, this happened frequently in the past few days, causing widespread panic. It was only after more Tier 3 superhumans joined the battlefield that the situation was alleviated.

Gunfire roared, its sound like thunder, and flames continued to seal off the town. On this battlefield, human weapons were fighting for humankind, not for killing one another.

The new round of fighting lasted for three hours, and the zombies on the street were once again in chaos. Everyone knew that a minor lord who led this zombie horde attack had been eliminated by friendly forces, but they didn't know which unit it was.
Sun Qi and the others guarding the outpost were actually a little envious. Although the outpost was relatively safe, who wouldn't want to make a name for themselves after joining the army? That being said, they didn't complain about their posts. The veteran was an extraordinary person. He put the heavy machine gun he had been holding back on its stand. Even with his physical strength, holding that thing for so long was quite tiring.

"The barrel needs replacing. I'll take over for now, you can replace the barrel first."

"it is good."

The heavy machine guns quieted down, and Sun Qi set up his plane to fill the fire gap. Just then, they heard the sound of an engine coming from afar.

"That's not right, is it? The zombies haven't been cleared out yet, so why are there cars coming out so early?"

Sun Qi was somewhat surprised. Armored vehicles are usually only allowed to operate on the streets after the number of zombies has decreased to a certain level, since some mutated zombies can still pose a danger to these vehicles.

The sound grew closer, and many soldiers in the strongholds looked out onto the street. The next moment, a strangely shaped thing... that looked like a tank appeared on the battlefield.

It uses the common tracked chassis of tanks, but instead of a cannon, it mounts a large, telescope-like structure on the turret.

"Something new again? What's it for?"

"Why are there five pairs of wheels? Is this new or not?"

"Such a big lens barrel, it can't be a telephoto lens, can it? Is it here to fight zombie birds?"

There was much discussion at the outpost; after all, it was something they had never seen before, and everyone was extremely curious about it.

As if it had heard their questions, the telescope-like 'tunnel' suddenly lit up, pointing at the zombies that had not yet been completely cleared from the street.

Those superhumans present who were already able to sense spiritual power were suddenly startled. They could clearly perceive a massive, almost scorching, source of spiritual power appearing in that direction.

The next instant, a hazy beam of light poured out from it, and wherever the light touched, the filth, the still-moving zombies, and even some remaining ruins on the ground melted away as quickly as thin snow touched by sunlight.

The earth seemed to have been scraped by something, and Sun Qi and the others in the stronghold also realized why there were so many zombies whose bodies looked like they had been cut open—the edges where the beam of light swept across looked as if they had been cut by a knife, with many cuts as smooth as a mirror.

There wasn't even a burnt smell in the air. The earth, which had been soaked in blood and filth, once again revealed its true colors. The layer of rocks on the surface and the piles of rotting flesh disappeared as if they had evaporated.

It was as if it came here not to kill enemies, but simply to clean up the trash on the battlefield.

The soldiers, suddenly losing their target, looked at each other in disbelief, speechless with shock.

"Holy crap, a Prism Tank?"

"Does the Prism Tank also have five pairs of wheels?"

"...Don't say anything."

This piece of equipment, which seemed to exist only in science fiction novels, brought great shock to those who saw it. Seeing such an utterly illogical weapon in the midst of a disaster that was completely beyond reason gave everyone present an extra sense of encouragement.

(End of this chapter)