My Abyss Survival Diary

Chapter 111 Fierce Battle Without Retreat

The badger lowered its armored body and, under the cover of darkness, crept to the outskirts of the camp.

Inside the enclosure, the campfire had been reduced to dark red embers, and three cultist armored figures were patrolling.

With each step they took, the ground trembled slightly. Each of the three heavy armors was nearly three meters tall, with spikes welded to their shoulder armor and chest armor thick enough to withstand steel-core bullets from a nail gun.

The steam emanating from the vents condensed into white mist in the night, resembling the slow breaths of three sleeping giants.

The sand badger took a deep breath, picked up a piece of gravel from the ground with its steel paw, and hurled it forcefully toward the iron gate at the entrance.

The stone struck the iron gate with a dull thud. Both armored soldiers turned their heads simultaneously, and the dark red light through the peephole drew short arcs in the darkness.

The squad leader turned around, his voice coming from inside his armor, resonating into a deep rumble through the metal.

"That suit of armor—impossible!"

The sand badger turned and ran. She ran very fast, her metal boots leaving a series of deep craters in the mud. With each landing, she could hear her own heart pounding.

The squad leader slowly raised his right arm, and the head of the heavy hammer left the ground.

The hydraulic system started operating, emitting a dull hum.

"Those are not our comrades! That group is desecrating the sacred armor! Take the armor back!"

The two armored stomachs behind him simultaneously ejected arm blades, two half-meter-long alloy blades popping out from under the wrist armor, gleaming with a cold white light in the spore's dim light.

"Chase!" the fanatic squad leader spat out a single word viciously.

The three armored figures started moving at the same time, advancing in unison. Each step was so heavy that it made the ground tremble, and each step carried an aura of crushing everything.

The sand badger ran as fast as it could, but the footsteps behind it were getting closer and closer!

A slope appeared ahead, and the badger circled around it and disappeared into the flower field. The armor had barely come to a stop when the pursuers caught up.

The fanatic squad leader was the first to cross the top of the slope. He didn't step into the pit. His steps were more cautious than the sand badger had anticipated. His metal boots trod on the hard soil at the edge of the pit, and the branches and loose soil on top of the pit didn't budge.

Frani poked her gun out from the tree canopy on the right side of the slope.

The bullet struck the squad leader's peephole with precision, but the man had already noticed. He turned his head just before Flanye pulled the trigger, and the bullet grazed the edge of the peephole, hitting a rivet on the side of the helmet and sending up a string of sparks, but it did not injure the eye inside.

The squad leader snorted coldly, gripped the heavy hammer tightly in his right arm, and swung it horizontally, smashing the earthen slope where Flani was hiding, causing it to cave in and filling the air with dust.

When Florian was in danger, Simon immediately rushed out of the bunker. He moved along the slope of the earthen mound, using the dense flower bushes for cover, and circled around to the rear of the squad leader from the flank.

The harpoon's explosive bolt was already loaded, and he aimed at the hydraulic hose behind the left knee joint of the armor, one of the few areas not covered by the armor.

But the squad leader's senses were far sharper than those of ordinary fanatics. As if he had foreseen the future, he suddenly turned around before Simon could pull the trigger, and the hammer nimbly changed direction, smashing towards Simon.

Oops!

Simon had no choice but to abandon his aim, roll to the side to dodge, and the hammer slammed into the spot where he had just been crouching, creating a crater half a meter in diameter in the ground, splashing him with gravel and dust.

The crossbow bolt was fired, but it missed the hose and instead pierced the armor plate on the front of the armored thigh.

Boom—

An explosion rang out, leaving a charred dent on the armor plating, but the armor's movement was completely unaffected.

The squad leader's heavy hammer slammed down again. Simon didn't have time to get up and could only roll around continuously. Each hammer blow hit less than half a meter behind him, and the ground seemed to be torn apart repeatedly by the claws of a giant beast, with gravel and dirt flying everywhere.

The fanatic in front of me is not easy to deal with; he has too much combat experience and his ability to control the armor is terrifying.

With her silver hair flowing, the nun entered the battlefield from the left.

She aimed at the squad leader's left knee, raising the holy hammer upwards and striking the side of the knee joint with the hammerhead.

There was no armor plating there, only a layer of protective sealing rubber.

The hammerhead created a dent, and the squad leader's left leg bent slightly for a moment, but the armor's hydraulic system instantly compensated for the pressure. He turned around, and the heavy hammer swept across.

The nun raised her holy hammer to block, but the heavy hammer slammed into the handle, sending her staggering back three steps. The metal handle hummed in her hand, and her thumb and forefinger split open instantly, blood seeping from the gaps in her gloves.

She groaned, but the holy hammer did not leave her hand.

"Franny! Again!" Simon gave the command once more.

The fanatical squad leader in front of us is too difficult to deal with; we must reduce his combat strength!

Flannery held her pistol, this time steadying her breathing, concentrating, and betting all her hopes on this one bullet!

boom-

The bullet was fired and precisely pierced through the side of the squad leader's peephole!

The bullet pierced the protective lens inside the peephole, and shrapnel lodged deep in the squad leader's right eye!

The man let out a roar mixed with pain and anger, and swung his right arm wildly with a heavy hammer. The dark red light in the peephole of the squad leader's helmet flickered.

At this time, the other two armored stomachs also crossed the earthen slope.

The first one had its right leg entangled by a tripwire that Chalasu had set up beforehand. The old man from the third level of the abyss had extremely rich experience in making traps.

Behind the rudimentary trap lay an even more insidious one. The tripwire was more concealed, and the thick hemp rope got caught in the gear mechanism of the knee joint, temporarily locking the armored man's right leg. The fanatics had to bend down and tear the rope, giving them a few seconds to catch their breath.

Another suit of armor raised its arm blade and charged at Simon.

Simon narrowly dodged the first slash by sidestepping it. The blade grazed his robe, cutting off a piece of fabric. The second slash followed immediately, and he could only parry with the fork of his harpoon. The alloy blade struck the metal fork, sending sparks flying and the force of the impact nearly knocking him to the ground.

At the critical moment, the nun fearlessly stood in front of him, her holy hammer and arm blade clashing repeatedly, each impact causing her arm to tremble violently.

The fanatics' power was immense! The armor's hydraulic amplification increased the force of each swing of the sword to hundreds of kilograms.

Although the nun's holy hammer was exquisitely crafted, her arm was made of flesh and blood. When the third blow came down heavily, the handle of the hammer finally slipped from her hand, and the holy hammer spun out and crashed to the ground.

The blade followed closely, aiming for her chest. She managed to dodge it by turning to the side, but the blade sliced ​​through the edge of her shoulder armor, and blood seeped from the tear.

Simon got up from the ground, drew the Iron Wrist Heavy Revolver from his waist, and aimed at the joint of the right wrist of the armor, where the arm blade would spring out.

Bang, bang, bang—

All three bullets hit that spot, with the last one getting stuck in the jaw joint, preventing the blade from popping out.

Taking advantage of the moment, the nun retrieved the holy hammer, twisted her body, and with gritted teeth, slammed it into the same spot again!

Boom—

With a clicking sound, the arm blade jammed completely, and the fanatic lost his weapon.

"Damn it!" the fanatic roared, trying to pull out his spare weapon with his left hand.

"Just keep them occupied!" Simon thought to himself. "Don't try to defeat them; buy time for the rescue team!"

This is destined to be an extremely difficult battle; holding on is victory.