Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 37: Battle of the Tomb (I)
There was a fratricidal scene on the grounds of Hamunaptra.

Because only one person can be controlled at a time. Moreover, Team Zhongzhou has been with this army as a military chaplain for so many days. Although there are many guns aimed at Zheng Zha, only the soldiers under control can actually fire.

In order to avoid being suppressed by the army's firepower, Xue Nai controlled the soldiers to shoot at their comrades, triggering a chaos of fratricide.

When the Indian team arrived at Hamunaptra, less than one-tenth of the British troops were alive, and this one-tenth of the troops had basically lost the ability to continue fighting.

"Damn it! First it was Arot, then Manavia. A freshman team that hasn't even formed a psychic yet has lost two of my generals!"

The little monk's face was ferocious, and the resurrected Brahma Cobra was wandering around, devouring the wounded British soldiers.

Xue Nai rubbed his temple and asked tiredly, "Captain, there are still three people in the Zhongzhou team who can be controlled. None of them have enhanced their spiritual attributes. Do you want me to kill them?"

"Leave them alive, I will chop them into pieces piece by piece! I will let them taste the bitterness of Avici Hell! I will make them live in hell forever!"

The little monk looked at Xue Nai coldly, and the murderous intent in his eyes made Xue Nai lower his head quickly.

In the underground mausoleum, Zhang Heng, who had vomited until he had no strength left, hid his body in a dark corner. He suddenly lost control of his body, raised the arrow in his right hand, and stabbed it into his legs in front of his terrified eyes.

Blood splattered, and two bloody holes appeared on his thighs. Zhang Heng screamed in pain, and his body shook non-stop as if he was having an epileptic seizure.

Zhang Jie, Xiao Honglu, and several soldiers chased Imhotep deep into the underground mausoleum. Zhang Jie held a submachine gun and fired a volley of spiritual bullets at the mummy warriors blocking the way. The mummy warriors were torn into pieces, fell to the ground, and were trampled by the pursuers.

Xiao Honglu shouted loudly: "Stop! Immorton! Don't you want to resurrect Ansuna? Ansuna is in our hands."

"I'm not in a position to negotiate."

A hoarse voice floated over from the front.

Although he was once blinded by love, Imhotep was still a relatively rational person. If he was caught, there would be no chance of resurrecting Ansuna.

"Then I'll give you a qualification."

Xiao Honglu's tone became strange. He raised his pistol and fired three shots at Zhang Jie's back in non-lethal positions.

Zhang Jie screamed under the impact of the bullet, fell to the ground and shouted loudly: "Xiao Honglu, what do you want to do?"

Why are these priests fighting among themselves?
The soldiers around were at a loss, and they raised their guns, not knowing where to point them.

Xiao Honglu's expression was stiff as he fired two shots at his legs. Immediately afterwards, Xue Nai's mental power left his mind.

Having lost Xue Nai's control, Xiao Honglu screamed, curled up his body and fell to the ground, rolling around on the ground holding his legs.

Imhotep, hiding in the darkness, couldn't understand what was going on.

"Hello, Mr. Immorton."

At this moment, a voice sounded in Imhotep's mind.

"I'm the captain of the Indian team. The ones chasing you are from the Central team. We're sworn enemies. As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. We can work together. These two people are a gift. Please take them as hostages."

Although Imorton didn't know whether the Indian team was real or not, the two people who led the pursuit of him were indeed injured and fell.

The soldiers were still in a daze when Imhotep rushed out from the dark corridor. They hurriedly shot at Imhotep.

Imorton staggered towards the soldiers, his body riddled with bullet holes, but none of them caused any substantial damage.

Just then, an angry voice sounded in the corridor.

"Fuck you guys are pushing me."

Zhang Jie, who had been wounded by a bullet earlier, stood up swiftly. His eyes were red, his chest was heaving violently, and he held his submachine gun, roaring and spraying the new spiritual depleted uranium bullets at Imhotep. "I fell for a trick?"

Imhotep was extremely shocked and angry, feeling that he had fallen into a tortured trap. He turned around and tried to escape, but the dense bullets had already hit him, and the targeted bullets shattered Imhotep's body.

The soldiers looked at Zhang Jie in confusion. Zhang Jie threw the submachine gun and magazine to a soldier, scratched his hair as if he had a manic attack, and said angrily: "Don't just stand there, break him into pieces and put them away! Then go meet up with Zhan Lan!"

As he spoke, Zhang Jie glanced at Xiao Honglu, and with perfect telekinesis, he pulled out the two bullets stuck in his body. He threw the hemostatic first aid spray, high-efficiency bandage, and communicator on Xiao Honglu, then glared at the ceiling of the mausoleum.

"You're forcing me, right? You're forcing me, right? Then go die! Die!"

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Jie's skin cracked all over his body and blood spurted out, turning him into a bloody man and he fainted on the ground.

Xiao Honglu didn't understand what was happening, but he knew what he should do now.

"Don't just stand there! Go and smash Imhotep's body into pieces!"

Xiao Honglu endured the pain, urged the soldiers, sprayed hemostatic spray on his wound, and then tied it tightly with a high-efficiency bandage.

The healing items produced by the Lord God are indeed very powerful. The pain has been reduced a lot. As long as you don’t do strenuous exercise, it will not affect your movements.

The soldiers also fired hundreds of spiritual bullets at Imhotep, breaking his body into more than a dozen pieces. Then they used engineering shovels to break the fragments of Imhotep into even smaller pieces, and then shoveled them and the spiritual bullet casings into several boxes that had been prepared long ago.

After taking a look at the soldiers who were dealing with Imorton, Xiao Honglu picked up the communicator and made a call.

In the room where the statue of the sun god is located, Zheng Zha, Wen Lie, Ling Dian, Qi Tengyi, Zhao Yingkong and Zhan Lan have just met up. Wen Lie and Ling Dian are receiving treatment from Zhan Lan.

Feeling the vibration of the communicator, Zheng Zha quickly took it out: "Hey, Zhang Jie, how's the situation over there?"

"It's me. Zhang Jie can't talk to you right now."

Hearing Xiao Honglu's voice, Zheng Zha hurriedly asked, "Xiao Honglu? Where's Zhang Jie? What happened to Zhang Jie?"

Xiao Honglu glanced at the unconscious Zhang Jie and carefully recounted to Zheng Zha what had just happened.

"what?"

Zheng Zha looked bewildered, and the people around him looked at each other in confusion.

A relaxed smile appeared on Wen Lie's face.

"It's nothing good. It looks like Zhang Jie has made a decision. He's really slow."

Zheng Zha quickly asked, "Do you know what happened?"

Wen Lie said, "We encountered the Indian team's mind controller today. You should be able to guess that Zhang Jie has strengthened his mind control skills, right?"

Zhan Lan suddenly realized, "He eliminated the Indian team's mind controller? He suffered backlash during the mental confrontation, so he fainted."

"It's more like being punished than being retaliated against."

As Wen Lie spoke, he moved his right arm. After Zhan Lan's treatment, the arm could move freely.

"In short, we have the advantage now. Team India has lost their psychic controller. If they come to the catacombs to fight us, the power of Anubis, the god's substitute who can see through objects, and the spells in the Black Book of the Dead will be a huge advantage for us to win."

In other words, this team battle is finally coming to an end.

(End of this chapter)