In the name of supernatural powers

Chapter 140 Killing a Tier 3 Monster
A golden light soared high and low among the mountains.

Zhao De could leap a hundred meters with each step, his figure like an arrow released from a bow, shuttling through the continuous mountains.

Underfoot was a slippery rocky slope, with steep cliffs on both sides and a rushing stream below.

He walked in a great hurry, as if he wished he could use his supernatural powers to fly.

The powerful Golden Light Sword possesses the ability to fly, but that would be extremely taxing for Zhao De, who has not yet reached the fourth rank.

Flying is a privilege of the fourth rank, while the rulers of the skies are the fifth rank.

The fourth rank only grants the ability to fly briefly, relying on powerful Qi to ascend. To soar freely without relying on supernatural powers, one needs the fifth rank of 'Domain'.

Suddenly, a fishy, ​​foul smell wafted in the air; the smell was so faint it was almost imperceptible.

But Zhao De could smell it very clearly, because it was the aura emitted by a powerful creature.

"A third-tier demonic beast?"

Zhao De's face was gloomy.

The outpost only has Wang Tong at the second rank; the rest are all first-rank transcendents.

First-tier transcendents are very powerful to ordinary people, and they have a chance of winning against second-tiers even if they use firearms.

Once you reach the third tier, you will be immune to most gun damage, whether you are human or monster.

It requires high-powered weapons, such as missiles, large-caliber artillery, and other superhumans of the same level.

None of these outposts exist.

"Kid, don't die so soon."

Zhao De could only pray for Lu Zhao.

However, given his personality, he would most likely lead the charge, which would greatly increase his chances of dying.

A saying circulated after the catastrophe: "The people need heroes, but heroes often die before the people."

Too many idealistic people perished in that great war ten years ago.
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At the outpost, a strong, fishy stench filled the air.

Wang Tong lay prone three meters behind Lu Zhao.

Suddenly, the third-order boiling barnacle stopped and began to slowly turn in their direction.

Wang Tong's heart raced with fear, as did all the soldiers.

This is the oppression of lower-level life by higher-level life forms, and the instinctive fear is difficult to completely suppress.

At this point, not running away already required immense courage.

Wang Tong looked up at Lu Zhao, only to see that the other man had raised his right fist, signaling to everyone that no one was allowed to make any moves.

He's a complete madman!

After breaking through to the second tier, Lu Zhao's mental power detection also changed, namely, the 'graphics' within 100 meters became 720P.
He could clearly observe all parts of the third-order boiling barnacle, including its twelve tentacles.

Two of them are capable of spraying, and the other two appear to be eyes.

Other juvenile and adult forms have no eyes and rely entirely on the leader for observation.

The three-tiered boiling barnacle's 'two eyes' weren't looking at them, but rather fixed on the carcass of the armored crocodile.

He was waiting, waiting for the third-order boiling barnacles to leave the riverbed.

If they get ashore, both their movement speed and explosive damage will increase.

The three-tiered boiling barnacles crawled for ten minutes to cover a distance of one hundred meters.

The enormous body came ashore, each step extremely slow.

The enormous shadow of the third-tier demonic beast had already enveloped them, and the warriors could clearly see its writhing body.

Lu Zhao moved, rushing out of the bushes almost without any hesitation.

The other soldiers, filled with fear, followed him in the charge.

On the hillside behind him, Liu Qiang stood up first, took the rocket launcher, aimed it at the third-stage boiling barnacle, and pulled the trigger.

Ten rockets streaked over the soldiers' heads, striking the soft tissue beneath the shells of the third-order boiling barnacles, the flames illuminating everyone's eyes.

Those eyes revealed a fear of death, yet also a resolute determination to die.

They roared unconsciously as they charged forward, clutching the explosives.

When the Tier 3 Boiling Barnacle was damaged, its enormous tentacles, resembling a ferry anchor, twitched wildly and danced erratically around it.

With one lash, three soldiers died instantly, their limbs flying everywhere.

Lu Zhao was also selected. He flew three meters into the air and spat out blood.

His second-tier transcendent physique saved him from instant death, but it also gave him a rapid, dramatic recovery.

Time slowed down, and he could see the bodies of his comrades and the survivors charging forward.

Lu Zhao remembered that Colonel Li Shaoqing had told him this.

"Three or four tanks, if they find the right opportunity, can kill a Tier 3 monster, but by the end, all the tanks are gone. A vehicle that leaves the factory and arrives on the battlefield might not survive more than a day."

'Those beasts are different. If one of them dies, as long as its kind eats its flesh, another third-tier demonic beast will immediately appear.'

"There were too many, really too many. In the end, we had no choice but to carry explosives and look for an opening."

"Eight hundred ordinary people carrying explosives would only have the chance to kill a third-tier demonic beast. And that's just a chance; if the beast escapes, you're out of luck."

Eight hundred people were exchanged for just one chance—what a cruel chance.

Without modern weapons, eight hundred ordinary people would be of no use.

thump!
Lu Zhao fell heavily to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Boom!

A violent explosion was heard ahead, followed by a shockwave.

Someone was luckier than Lu Zhao; he was the first to reach the end and successfully detonated the explosives.

The third-tier boiling barnacle emitted a sharp cracking sound. The massive coral shell remained unmoved by the explosion, but a large gash was torn in the soft tissue beneath, and one tentacle was severed. Lu Zhao struggled to his feet, lit the explosive charge, and ran forward again.

He bit off the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, abandoning all supernatural powers, Taoist arts, and skills, and charged forward relentlessly.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, ten meters, five meters...

Lu Zhao threw the explosive charge in his hand with all his might. The fifty kilograms flew three meters and landed in the 'armpit' of a tentacle.

The flames burst forth, fully filling his vision.

The last words Li Shaoqing said to him were: 'Lu Zhao, I hope you won't need this opportunity in the future.'

He didn't want his descendants to have to risk their lives, to carry explosives to blow up monsters.

But things never go as planned. Lu Zhao recalled that when he died in his previous life, the Olympics had only been held for two years.

If he could, he would like to see peace and no longer be coveted by foreign enemies.

All he wanted was peace.

The next moment, Lu Zhao was sent flying again.

Boom!

The explosion was deafening, and flames engulfed the third-order boiling barnacle.

The soft material beneath the shell was shattered in the fire and explosion.

Even after the smoke cleared, the third-order boiling barnacle still clung to life, its last remaining tentacles trembling slightly.

In the distance, a golden light flew in through the rain.

The moment Zhao De saw the explosion, he could no longer hold back and used his supernatural powers to fly over on his sword. When he arrived at the battlefield, it was already a scene of utter devastation.

The third-tier demon beast was barely clinging to life, its flesh and blood a mixture of demon beast and human flesh on the ground.

In an instant, he felt as if he had returned to the dark and sunless battlefield ten years ago.

They're all dead. Everyone's dead.
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August 11th, 1 a.m.

For the past eight hours, the night outpost has been quiet, with the air thick with the smell of blood.

In the corner lay a row of corpses and bags of blood-soaked body parts.

Lu Zhao lay in the infirmary, which had been converted from a dormitory. His eyes twitched slightly, and the person sitting by the bed immediately noticed the movement and turned to look at him.

When he opened his eyes, a blinding light came into view, causing him to instinctively close them again.

A familiar voice came to my ears.

"If you get back alive this time, you'll definitely get a first-class merit."

Lu Zhao opened his eyes again, saw Zhao De, and asked, "How many people died?"

He did not inquire about the first-class merit, nor would he be happy to hear that he could receive it.

Zhao De paused for a moment before replying, "Fifty-seven people, and three others are seriously injured and in critical condition, including Wang Tong. As a second-tier transcendent, he should be able to pull through, but the other two probably won't survive the night."

Lu Zhao was also seriously injured. Zhao De used his Qi sense to examine him and found that his internal organs were damaged. If it weren't for his strong healing ability, he probably wouldn't have survived the night.

This also surprised Zhao De greatly.

Lu Zhao has actually reached the second tier.

At the beginning of this year, his physical examination report showed that he had 35 points of vitality, but by August he had actually advanced to the second tier.

In other words, in just six months, his vitality development increased by a full fifteen points!

This speed of vitality development is not alarming; many countries cultivate key talents at this speed, or even faster.

However, Lu Zhao's unit has always only had low-level life supplements, and no precious medicines or machines to accelerate the development of life force.

As far as Zhao De knew, the life-sustaining supplements used in the Ant Ridge border defense battle didn't even have the purity of T3.

Despite such poor resource allocation, Lu Zhao's vitality development not only did not stop, but continued to rise.

This shows that his conversion rate is extremely high.

Lu Zhao's future potential is probably immeasurable. Even without the support of the Lin family, other forces will extend olive branches.

"..."

Lu Zhao remained silent for a long time before saying, "I was the one who sent them on the mission."

He had encountered the sacrifice of his comrades before, both in his past life and in this life, people have been constantly sacrificing themselves.

But this was the first time so many comrades had died because of his orders.

A subtle sense of guilt welled up inside me.

Lu Zhao couldn't help but think that if he continued to wait and see, he could wait for Zhao De to arrive, and then so many people wouldn't have died.

Zhao De, seeing what Lu Zhao was thinking, said as if reopening a wound, "It was indeed because of your orders that you died. If you had just sat there and waited to die, you could have waited for me to come, and then I could have punished you afterwards."

"You are an officer, and you need to make the right judgment when necessary. To retreat is to defect. They are soldiers, and it is an honor to die on the battlefield to defend their country."

There are no "what ifs" in war. If Lu Zhao's story gets back, he will actually be rewarded by his superiors.

Because Lu Zhao made the right decision at the most critical moment.

"If you were an ordinary person, you could run, any of you could just run without caring about anything, but you're a soldier, fucking!"

Zhao De took out a medicine about the length of his index finger from his pocket. It was a special medicine that could quickly heal wounds.

However, it cannot be given to people below level two, as they cannot tolerate it.

"Drink this now, and go back to guard duty tomorrow. The war isn't over yet. If necessary, you'll need to carry a second bomb."

Lu Zhao hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and drank the medicine.

He suppressed all his grief and emotions, and gave a brief reply: "Yes!"

(End of this chapter)