Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 100 Desperate Escape

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, smoke and dust obscured the middle section of the corridor.

The soldiers, their morale boosted, also stopped firing due to the loss of visibility, and nervously stared at the smoke-filled area.

The bearded man carrying the grenade launcher also stared intently at the rising dust, his tense emotions causing him to lick his chapped lips.

Just like that, a few breaths passed.

The smoke and dust had begun to dissipate, but the monster was no longer visible.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a screeching sound of a hard object rubbing against each other suddenly came from the depths of the corridor.

Suddenly, a tall skeleton, its movements somewhat unsteady and carrying a giant gray sword, burst out from the smoke and dust.

The violent movements stirred up a strong wind, which dispersed the smoke and dust.

Before the bearded man could even open his mouth to shout something, the next scene brought everyone to a standstill.

Behind the towering skeleton bursting through the smoke and dust, a series of similar, sword-wielding, jet-black skeletons rushed out in quick succession.

Some crawled and ran on all fours, while others leaped across the walls, as if a horde of dark bones were rushing towards them.

The towering skeletal figures overlapped one another, making it difficult even for the experienced bearded man to determine their number.

This instantly shattered their already crumbling morale.

The first soldier who broke down and ran away seemed to become a fuse, and one after another, soldiers who could not withstand the overwhelming pressure turned around and fled in all directions.

Seeing this, the bearded man realized there was no way to turn the tide, so he could only decisively shout out.

"Retreat! Retreat! Throw all your grenades over there to slow them down!"

After saying that, the bearded man threw the heavy grenade launcher to the ground, tore the grenade off his shoulder, and flung it at the surging army of skeletons rushing down the corridor.

After doing all this, he turned around and ran away.

As he passed Dr. Payton, who was standing there dumbfounded, he grabbed the backpack on the back of the man and dragged him into another corridor.

Following the bearded man's order, some soldiers who still retained their senses also pulled the pins on their grenades and threw them towards the corridor in an attempt to stop the skeletons from advancing.

After they finished doing this, they scattered and fled.

Someone jumped down the narrow staircase, about one meter wide, from the intersection where they came from.

Some people, like the bearded man and the three members of the inspection team, ran towards another corridor.

The soldiers scattered like birds and beasts.

Just moments after the rout, the skeletons that were closer had already run into the room where everyone had been, amidst the creaking and grinding of their bones.

And at this time.

On the narrow staircase at the intersection where we came from, two soldiers were already stuck together and unable to move.

All one could see was a nearly 3-meter-tall black skeleton carrying a rough-looking, cracked stone heavy sword, walking towards them step by step.

"No...no...no! NO!"

In the midst of this series of fears and terrors, they have lost their ability to speak.

The next moment, the greatsword in the skeleton's hand grew larger and larger in his pupils.

Finally, a piercing scream was followed by the disgusting sound of persimmons being crushed.

Blood and brain matter splattered on the ground and the black skeleton.

However, the next moment, the bright red blood turned into a handful of charred ash on the ground amidst a hissing sound of corrosion.

The soldier whose head had been smashed open by a sword lay on the ground, looking like a piece of cotton candy that had fallen into the water.

It gradually dried up and decayed, eventually turning into a lump of black charcoal.

This scene is just a small corner of the whole carnage.

Those who fled in panic, trying to escape the fortress by the same route, were caught up by the skeletons' agile movements and hacked to death in the stairwells or the crowded doorways.

However, the deaths of these people also bought some time for the small group of soldiers and the expedition team who had escaped into another corridor.

This allowed them to distance themselves from the bloodthirsty monsters once again.

At this moment, on this side of the corridor.

The bearded man pulled Payton, who was the weakest, along the way, while the remaining two researchers, Watson and the bespectacled youth, were taken by the other soldiers who fled in this direction.

Everyone put all their strength into running for their lives.

But when they ran into the corridor, they found that it was much larger than they had imagined, and it was not a straight line.

Instead, after running for a while, you will come to a corner, or a small room similar to where everyone had been before.

Watson even saw it again, in the exact same room as when he had collected the red fungus.

But beyond that, there was nothing new or interesting. The dark walls on both sides of the corridor had identical windows at each end. The group had lost track of how far they had run, only feeling that one corridor led to another.

This frantic run wasn't without its rewards; at least the complex terrain allowed them to leave the skeleton monsters behind them far behind.

With his abundant stamina, the bearded man fled for his life while using a communicator to contact another small team that was retreating and preparing to meet up with the others.

Through communication, they confirmed that the two units were not far from meeting.

With the addition of this well-equipped and physically fit squad, the safety level was improved to some extent.

However, it was tough on the three members of the expedition team, as they were not particularly physically fit, and Dr. Payton was recovering from a serious illness.

He was so pale from running that he looked like he was about to foam at the mouth.

It was only because there was a monster chasing behind that he managed to stay afloat and not collapse from exhaustion.

After running for another ten minutes or so, they turned into an empty indoor room again.

Upon entering a new corridor, one is immediately confronted by beams of light at the end of the corridor.

"team leader!!"

The next moment, upon hearing the familiar voice coming from the other end of the corridor, the bearded man's stiff expression eased somewhat.

"Quick! Take a quick rest and distribute the spare ammunition evenly. The monsters in the back corridor could catch up at any moment, so everyone needs to have enough firepower at all times!"

After reuniting with the team, they entered a room filled with the red fungal spores from before, which looked like some kind of cultivation room.

However, no one could worry about that at the moment. After leaving a few soldiers to guard the corridor, they quickly took out their spare ammunition and redistributed it.

Meanwhile, the three members of the research team, who were exhausted to the point of collapse, were either leaning against the wall or lying on the ground, breathing heavily like broken bellows.

Perhaps they were lucky; after a short rest of a few minutes, the soldiers in the guard corridor still hadn't received any warning signals of an enemy attack.

This brief rest was enough to give the three who had collapsed a second chance at life.

Even so, everyone present understood that temporary safety did not mean they could relax.

The bearded man and his men had fled all the way here, and there was only one corridor. It was only a matter of time before they were caught.

As they rushed into the corridor, the glimpse of the bloody scene behind them was enough to constantly remind them that they needed to leave this place as soon as possible.

After redistributing the equipment, the bearded man came to the three members of the expedition team and pulled them up from the ground.

Looking at the pale faces of the three people behind their glass masks, he could only sigh.

He waved his hand, ordering three soldiers to help the people and continue deeper into the corridor.

Since the black skeleton monsters had not yet come after them, the urgency of setting off again was not so great, and they simply maintained a slightly faster pace than usual.

At present, it seems impossible to escape by returning the way we came.

It's likely that the skeleton monsters didn't chase after us because they were pursuing other soldiers who were running in different directions.

The bearded man was aware of this as well.

So for now, we can only take it one step at a time and gamble that this massive fortress has more than one exit.

Or perhaps, after an unknown period of time, this place will be abandoned and there will still be an exit for them to escape.

Thinking this, the bearded man walking at the front of the group turned to ask the leader of the rendezvous team.

How far have you explored so far? Have you found any other similar exit locations?

Upon hearing his captain's question, the soldier understood their current predicament and replied with a sour expression.

“We explored about seven or eight corridors. Further ahead, the corridors branched off into many different paths and some areas that looked very strange, so we didn’t venture in rashly.”

"But just ahead, after passing two rooms, there is a corridor leading directly outside, which looks like some kind of platform or walkway."

The bearded man was initially disappointed when he heard that no other exits had been found.

However, the soldier's final words, "leading to the outside," caught his eye.

The biggest challenge right now is getting out.

Although the fortress looks dilapidated, it can be described as airtight.

Although there are many windows that offer views of the lava lake, the gaps between the windows are extremely narrow.

He had discovered when he attacked the skeleton monster with a grenade launcher that even the most violent explosions failed to destroy the mysterious floor tiles that made up the fortress.

The window railings also appeared to be made of the same material, making the plan to break through the window almost impossible.

But nowadays, there is actually a corridor that leads directly to the outside world, which is at least more reliable than wandering around aimlessly indoors.

Having figured this out, the bearded man made a decision and ordered the soldier to lead the way.

Without hesitation, they headed straight for the corridor leading to the outside world that the other party had mentioned.

(End of this chapter)