Mechanic endlessly amassing troops in the apocalypse

Chapter 186 Trapped Beast

The enraged gorilla raised its left arm.

The sound of the collision echoed across the playground.

The shield on the gorilla dimmed considerably, but it only took half a step back.

Sun Biao's pupils contracted. His full-force punch had only forced this mechanical beast to retreat half a step?

Before he could continue his attack, the other three enraged gorillas simultaneously opened the gun barrels on their arms.

The next instant, a barrage of bullets rained down like a storm.

Sun Biao had no time to dodge and could only cross his arms to protect his chest, pushing his physical strength to the limit.

The steel ball struck his hardened flesh, splattering droplets of blood, but ultimately failed to penetrate.

The defensive capabilities of a level 30 physique awakener are beyond the capabilities of the current mechanical gorilla.

But the impact of the shotgun shells was too dense and too fierce. Each volley felt like being hit in the chest a dozen times with a hammer. He was so crushed that he couldn't straighten his back and kept backing away, each step leaving a deep crater in the track.

The three enraged gorillas completely disregarded the loss of durability and fired wildly.

They positioned themselves at three angles, pinning Sun Biao firmly to a corner at the edge of the playground, rendering him unable to move.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the playground, the battle had already begun.

Awakened individuals at level 10 or above.

Wu Qiming's ability to dominate the mining area for so long is indeed a testament to his strength.

"Old Zhou! Left wing!" A bald, burly man struggled to his feet from the gravitational field and roared at his companion beside him.

The man called Lao Zhou was a thin, middle-aged man, a level 31 spiritual awakener, whose ability was air compression.

He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and a visible, semi-transparent ball of air condensed between his palms. He then pushed it forcefully toward the second floor of the teaching building.

The air mass expanded rapidly in mid-air and exploded with a bang, knocking several gunmen from the second-floor window to the ground.

A gap suddenly appeared in the firepower network.

Seizing the opportunity, the bald, burly man pushed off the ground with both legs and shot out of the gap like a cannonball.

He is also a level 30 physique awakener, with the same ability, Stone Skin. When he unleashes his full power, his body surface is as hard as steel, and ordinary bullets can only leave shallow white marks on him.

His goal was clear: the person directing the battle on the playground was Mei Xicai. As long as he could take down this leader, the tide of battle could be turned.

But Mei Xicai stood still when he saw this, and even a smile appeared on his face.

A sense of unease flashed through the bald, burly man's mind, but he had already rushed to within three steps of Mei Xicai, his right fist already raised.

If this punch lands, that skinny old man will surely die.

With a bang, Mei Xicai was sent flying backward, but the latter immediately stood up from the ground, and a stone armor exactly like his own appeared on his body.

It's also stone skin?

The bald, burly man felt a chill run down his spine. As the user of this ability, he knew just how high Stone Skin's defense was.

It seems we can only fight a war of attrition.

He gritted his teeth and charged forward again.

Bang, bang, bang! A series of striking sounds rang out, and the two were instantly locked in combat.

In truth, they were evenly matched in strength and ability, so it should have been a close contest.

But fighting is never just about one's own strength.

With a soft "pfft".

A glint of light appeared on the blade.

The bald, muscular man felt a chill on his right arm, and then saw his right arm fly off.

At this moment, Mei Xicai was holding a lightsaber that was radiating terrifying heat.

His once-proud defenses were like paper in front of this lightsaber.

The cut was smooth and even, and even the bone fragments were charred black by the high-frequency vibration of the high-temperature alloy.

The bald, burly man stood frozen in place, looking down at his empty right shoulder, his lips trembling as he couldn't utter a word.

Mei Xicai gave him no time to react, kicking him to the ground. The lightsaber was pressed against his throat, the heat so intense it felt like his stone skin was about to peel off.

He looked at the weapon in the other person's hand with great incomprehension. Could such a thing even exist in the world?

"Don't move," Mei Xicai said coldly. "Our Brother Fei said he doesn't want any more deaths tonight. But if you don't know what's good for you, I don't mind having another corpse."

The bald, burly man swallowed hard, loosened his fists, and stopped resisting.

Seeing that the bald man was restrained, Lao Zhou was about to turn the attack direction of the energy ball to rescue him, but the ground beneath his feet suddenly bulged up.

Suddenly, a thick tree root burst out of the ground, wrapped around his ankle, and threw him to the ground.

He had never seen such an ability before, and before he could even resist, he was wrapped up like a dumpling by the tree roots.

Meanwhile, in a corner at the edge of the playground, a middle-aged man wearing a dark green windbreaker squatted on the ground, his hands pressed against the ground, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

This person is Li Weimin, whose ability is plant manipulation.

Old Zhou was trapped by the tree roots and couldn't move. He barely managed to lift his head and saw the bald, burly man being pinned to the ground by the mechanical leopard. He also saw several other level 30 awakened individuals in the main force being suppressed one by one by various strange abilities and mechanical creations.

One by one, the level 30 awakened individuals in Ironstone Camp are losing their fighting ability.

What exactly is the origin of this camp? Even the Dawn Base is nothing special.

"Brothers down here." A middle-aged man's voice came from a window on the fifth floor of the teaching building as it was pushed open, with several young men standing next to him.

"I am Wang Meng from the New World Camp. This gentleman next to me is our lord, Li Fei." He gestured towards Li Fei and continued, "Our lord said that as long as you lay down your weapons and surrender, we will forgive and forget. Those who surrender will not only live but also remain in the New World Camp and enjoy the same treatment as us."

Upon hearing this, the groans that had been rising and falling on the playground fell silent for a moment.

Wang Meng continued shouting, "Look around you. Your main force has been completely wiped out, and your Awakened Ones have also been subdued by us. Our lord doesn't want to kill you. If he really wanted to, that volley of fire just now would have killed half of you. Think about it, what future do you have with Wu Qiming? He's using you as cannon fodder, using refugees as pebbles to scout ahead. In the New World, there are no cannon fodder, no masters, only brothers who will survive together."

The commotion was first aroused by the refugee group.

Some players in the main team have also begun to waver.

More and more people on the playground voluntarily laid down their weapons, and even some veteran members of the main team began to hesitate.

Mei Xicai stood in the center of the parade ground, looking at the situation, already planning in his mind how to reorganize the prisoners after the battle was over.

But then he heard a burst of laughter.

The laughter grew louder and louder, eventually turning into a near-hysterical maniacal laugh.

Wu Qiming stared intently at Li Fei through the fifth-floor window, his voice maniacal: "Li Fei! You think this is all? Hahahaha! How do you think I've survived in the mining area until now? Do you think I'm stupid enough to step into your territory without leaving myself a way out?"

He braced himself on his knees with both hands and stood up despite the pressure of more than ten times the force of gravity.

"I've never relied on these people to keep the entire mining area under my control."

He turned and shouted towards the crowd at the entrance to the playground, "Butcher! Tear them apart!"

In the crowd, an ordinary-looking man suddenly trembled.

Then his clothes were torn from the inside.

Muscles were growing wildly, skin turned from normal skin color to grayish-white in a matter of breaths, and bony hangnails appeared at the joints of the fingers.

The butcher slowly raised his head and grabbed one of the Ironstone Camp members who hadn't had time to escape.

The fingers dug directly into the team member's chest cavity, and before he could even scream, his body was torn in two.

Wu Qiming's voice came from behind the Butcher, tinged with smugness, "The more the Butcher fights, the stronger he becomes! You think you've won? Hahahaha, once he tears your men to shreds one by one, you'll know what true crushing power is!"

The butcher's eyes swept across the parade ground. Wherever his gaze fell, whether they were from Iron Rock Camp or the New World, everyone instinctively backed away.

Then it exhaled a puff of white air from its nostrils, directly targeting the members of the nearest New World camps, and pounced on all fours like a wild beast.

Most people present only saw a grayish-white afterimage flash by, and then the two New World team members were sent flying backwards at the same time.

One of them had his breastplate pierced by bone claws, leaving five bloody holes in his chest; another was pinned to the shoulder by a bone spike thrown by the butcher and was nailed to the barbed wire fence of the playground.

"The wounded must retreat!" Wang Meng shouted from upstairs.

A group of enraged gorillas charged forward, their guns firing simultaneously. The dense barrage of bullets struck the butcher's keratinized skin, leaving only faint white marks.

Just then, a gentle white light shone from the first floor of the teaching building.

He Lin stood at the entrance of the first-floor corridor, her hands outstretched, palms facing the injured person lying on the ground.

White light continuously flowed from her palm, covering the wound.

The bleeding from the five bloody holes in the chest of the team member stopped almost as soon as the white light covered them.

The team member who was nailed to the barbed wire had his bone spur pulled out by his comrade next to him. The bloody wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and new granulation tissue grew from the edge of the wound, filling the gap layer by layer.

The people at Ironstone Camp were all stunned.

Wu Qiming's pupils suddenly contracted; it was actually a healing ability.

Of all the survivors he had met, he had never seen one with healing abilities.

This ability is more valuable than any weapon in the apocalypse. If your camp had someone with this ability, how much would your strength increase?

Unfortunately, once the butcher starts, he won't stop until he's had his fill of killing.

The butcher seemed to be drawn to the white light as well. His pupil-less eyes turned to He Lin, and he crouched slightly, assuming a pouncing stance.

Then a burly figure stood between him and He Lin.

Wang Meng had already taken off his coat, revealing his two strong arms.

The prosthetic's alloy joints reflected a cold light under the streetlights, and the hydraulic system emitted a low humming sound as it preheated.

He looked at the monster in front of him, which was two heads taller than him, and stretched his neck.

"You're bullying the office staff, aren't you?" Wang Meng's voice was calm, but those who knew him well knew that this tone meant he was really angry. "Come on, I'll play with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Meng dodged the bone spikes and lunged forward, delivering a powerful right punch to the butcher's ribs.

The force of the punch was enough to pierce through steel armor. The butcher's massive body was forced to the side, and a crack finally appeared in the keratin layer of his ribs.

The butcher cried out in pain and swung his claws back, the bony claws colliding with Wang Meng's mechanical prosthetic body, sparks flying everywhere.

Wang Meng was forced back several steps by the immense force of the claw. But he shook the blood off his hands and charged forward again.

The two fought their way from the center of the playground to the outer wall of the teaching building, crashing through a wall and sending rubble and dust flying everywhere.

Wu Qiming stood at the edge of the playground watching this scene, and the sinister smile on his lips froze slightly.

He hadn't expected that Li Fei had such a formidable subordinate who could go toe-to-toe with the Butcher.

But he quickly reverted to his disdainful expression; the Butcher's strength was far beyond what a cyborg of his caliber could handle. If the fight continued, and his Blood Rage stacked up, even ten Wang Mengs wouldn't be enough.

boom!

A loud crash interrupted his thoughts. Wang Meng was sent flying by the butcher's claw, crashing into the wall of the teaching building.

Before Wu Qiming could even wipe his smile away, he saw Wang Meng's arms begin to glow with a dark red light, as if something was burning in his veins.

Wang Meng stood up from the shattered wall, the rubble beneath his feet crushed by his weight.

The humming of the prosthetic joints resumed, and he charged at the butcher once more.

The two colossal figures collided, and the shockwave sent rubble and dust flying everywhere on the playground.

This time, Wang Meng was not repelled. His fists clashed with the butcher's claws in mid-air, each impact producing visible sparks.

The air blast was visible.

The two fought their way from the outer wall of the teaching building to the center of the playground, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

Sweat began to bead on Wu Qiming's forehead.

The Butcher is his last trump card. If even the Butcher can't break through this defense, then he really has nothing left.

He subconsciously looked up at the window on the fifth floor.

Li Fei was still standing there, completely calm.

A sudden, absurd unease welled up in Wu Qiming's heart. He recalled a report he had once read from a spy about the New World camp.

He couldn't recall the exact details, but one sentence stuck with him.

"If possible, we should avoid a direct confrontation with Li Fei; his strength far surpasses that of everyone in the camp!!"

Cold sweat trickled down Wu Qiming's forehead, and a chill ran down his spine. "If the intelligence is true, just how terrifying is this Li Fei?"

Bang! A heavy thud was heard from not far away.

Wu Qiming raised his head.

A silver-gray mech stood in the center of the playground.

A slightly mechanical voice came from the mask, "Alright, Wang Meng, stop playing around and come back. Leave the rest to me."

Wang Meng's eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating he was enjoying the battle. However, upon hearing Li Fei's order, he retreated without hesitation, moving to He Lin's side.

He Lin's white light immediately fell on him, beginning to repair the damaged muscles and the wounds at the connection points of the prosthetic body.

The butcher lost his opponent, his milky-white eyes darted around, and locked onto a new target.

He pounced on Li Fei on all fours like a wild beast.