Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 103 Monster Tide
"Quickly! Retreat!"

The bearded man shouted as he ran ahead of the group.

Then came the quick-thinking Professor Watson and Dr. Payton, followed by the few soldiers who survived the attack.

To lighten their load and run faster, most soldiers threw grenades behind them as they ran.

After using up all their grenades, they even removed and discarded unnecessary protective gear.

Some even threw the rifles they were holding at the pursuing monsters.

As they ran for their lives, Watson and his two companions were at the front of the group, along with the bearded captain.

Soon, through the hazy, dusty, and polluted air, a huge, palace-like building came into view.

This made the group secretly delighted.

The horde of monsters chasing them was enormous; they would only be able to enter the building once they did.

Given the similar corridor terrain from before, there might still be a chance to shake them off.

With that in mind, the three of them put in even more effort, and their speed increased to a new level.

Because he was carrying a golden apple, Watson was quickly left behind by the two.

At first, I didn't think much of it.

Because there was a group of soldiers running behind him.

But in the next moment.

Watson noticed a huge, gray, patterned semicircle appearing in the corner of his field of vision.

This made him turn his head slightly in confusion, looking to the side at the outside of the rock walkway, which should have been empty.

The next moment, his head, which he had turned to the side, rose higher and higher as his gaze moved upwards.

Soon, a blood-red eye, as large as half of his body, appeared in his line of sight.

At this moment, Watson was completely stunned.

My limbs were still running unconsciously, but my mind was completely blank.

"Wow~"

A sharp, piercing roar came from close by, as if it would shatter his eardrums.

Before this, the enormous, floating human head that had appeared in the military zone was seen, its mouth wide open, filled with tiny, sharp teeth.

A point of red light gradually condensed and expanded.

The sudden shriek brought Watson back to his senses.

A moment of fear caused it to accelerate forward suddenly, leaping forward for a distance.

But the golden apples weighing dozens of kilograms on its back slowed it down again.

Slowly, they looked up again at the giant head that was slowly floating over from outside the suspension bridge.

Seeing this, Watson gritted his teeth, ripped off the oxygen tank from his back, and threw it directly into the mouth of the giant human-headed monster that was right next to him.

But that wasn't enough. Professor Watson then took out his tool belt and the radio from his back, one after another.

He even took off his detachable gloves and threw them directly into the monster's burning mouth.

Only some important records were preserved, along with the precious golden apple behind them.

He threw out almost all the other equipment that could be separated and disassembled.

This also greatly reduces the burden.

As he charged forward with all his might once again, this time he finally managed to create distance between himself and the floating human-headed monster.

However, the soldiers following behind them were not so lucky.

Every now and then, some soldiers were injured, slowing down the operation. They were caught up by the monster horde and instantly drowned in a tide of skeletons.

Some were pierced through the body and limbs by arrows shot from the bows of gray-white skeletons.

He fell to the ground with a groan, and then followed in his footsteps.

Fortunately, the palace in the distance was already very close.

Driven by a final burst of survival instinct, the remaining survivors rushed through the door.

The bearded man noticed that there were two thick wooden doors open on either side of the entrance.

Without thinking, he decisively stepped forward and tried to close the door.

Although the wooden door might not be able to hold off the monster for long, it could buy them a little time.

However, as soon as he started working on it, the bearded man's expression darkened.

This brown wooden door, which looked as thick as a fist, was actually much heavier than I had imagined.

It was clearly a lever structure, but even with all his might, he could only move it slightly.

But this time.

Peyton, who had already run into the room, stepped back as he felt something under his feet and suddenly sink down.

With a clear "click".

Then, the two wooden doors, which had seemed to weigh an immense weight, slammed shut together with a whoosh.

The bearded man, who was still forcefully pushing the door open, stumbled.

And then the wooden door closed.

Noticing the commotion behind him, Payton looked down at his feet, somewhat puzzled.

Then he saw two neat stone slabs, each about a meter square, at his feet.

It blends perfectly with the surrounding ground color, and if it weren't slightly higher, it would be impossible to spot.

These two stone slabs seem to be the mechanism controlling the two heavy wooden doors behind them.

Look at this ingenious, yet incomprehensible thing.

A look of fascination gradually appeared on Payton's face, which was covered in sweat from the intense running.

Subsequently, they also realized the tense situation they were in.

Without further delay, he gently moved his foot.

He glanced behind him, watching to see if the wooden door would reopen as he lifted his foot.

Only after finding nothing amiss did they feel relieved enough to leave the premises.

They then distanced themselves from the closed wooden door. The bearded man, who had been knocked to the ground, drew a dagger from his waist and stuck it into the bolt of the wooden door.

After doing all this, he, along with two surviving soldiers and the research duo, began to observe the situation inside the building.

After just a quick glance, the hopeful look in his eyes was replaced by despair.

Unlike the corridor structure they had anticipated, this place seemed large enough.

It looked to be at least several hundred square meters, but there was no doorway or any opening for people to escape through.

Only the very center of the roof has a crystal dome, whether for decoration or something else, is unclear.

Nothing else.

Judging from the current situation, once the monster smashes down the door, it will be the end for everyone.

Watson clearly understood his current predicament very quickly.

He plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, overwhelmed by the exhaustion of another desperate escape.

His eyes held a hint of despair as he looked at the thin, dark brown wooden door in front of him, and the monstrous tide that was drawing ever closer through the door and window.

"Sigh... Perhaps this is our destined death. We shouldn't have come, or perhaps we should have been better prepared..."

In his current situation, no one wants to respond to his self-pity.

The two surviving soldiers then realized their predicament.

They started hammering and banging around the huge room, hoping to find some kind of secret passage.

But clearly, it was all in vain.

The only ones still standing and maintaining a degree of rationality are the bearded man with numerous near-death experiences in combat and Dr. Payton, who stands there dumbfounded, gazing up at the sky.

Although she appeared much calmer than the others.

But when the bearded man looked at the monster approaching the wooden door, his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

You can see that his cheeks are bulging and his jaw muscles are taut, clearly indicating that he is not as calm as he appears.

until the next moment.

"boom!"

A gray, cracked skull slammed violently against the wooden door, followed by a second, then a third…

One skeleton after another rammed against the wooden door, making the entire door rattle loudly.

The terrifying scene, combined with the oppressive atmosphere, made the bearded man swallow hard.

But he also understood that in this completely sealed room, there was no point in running anywhere.

It's better to stand up and face it like a warrior.

With that thought in mind, he pulled out the pistol belt strapped to his leg and took out his only remaining weapon.

He pulled the bolt to chamber a bullet, and with his somewhat unsteady hand, he released the safety and pointed at the dense mass of gray-white skeletons outside the window.

The whole scene appears both fearless and tragic.

However, he held the gun up for three minutes straight.

The tense atmosphere gradually began to freeze.

The bearded man, who had adopted a heroic expression, awkwardly lowered the pistol he had raised.

Looking at the door, which was still being violently pounded, there was no sign that it would be smashed or broken open.

"This door is quite sturdy."

He then realized what had happened and remembered the stone brick floor that had remained undamaged despite all the gunfire and explosions.

Therefore, the door blocking the monster in front of us also has the same exceptionally sturdy characteristic.

However, what was unexpected was that these monsters living behind the door were also unable to damage these buildings, which possessed exceptionally sturdy properties.

Having figured all this out, the bearded man, who had been on edge, suddenly relaxed and let out a deep breath.

He sat down on the spot, and there was no trace of the heroic spirit he had just displayed when he bravely sacrificed his life.

Meanwhile, the other survivors, who had been equally tense and terrified, staring at the door, also discovered that the monster outside could not get in.

Professor Watson, who had suffered the tragic deaths of his colleagues, been chased by monsters, and fallen into despair, managed to recover somewhat after receiving medication.

I feel like my heart, which is no longer young, will just give out if I get any more of this kind of stimulation.

Overjoyed at surviving the ordeal, Watson clutched his chest to relieve the tightness in his chest.

Turning to look at Dr. Payton, who was still standing there in a daze, he assumed that the other man was simply too frightened to stand still.

He comforted her with a slightly teasing tone.

"Dr. Payton, don't just stand there, take a rest."

"Maybe if we wait a little longer, God will send an angel to rescue us."

After saying that, Watson, who had been waiting for a moment, turned around with some confusion.

Looking again at this colleague who had gone through hardships with me.

However, the other person just stood there blankly, looking up, seemingly staring at something.

This piqued Watson's curiosity. Having regained some strength, he staggered to his feet, supporting himself on his knees, and walked toward Payton, who had his back to him.

"Hey old buddy, what happened to you? Did you hurt your ear when you were running away..."

As he spoke, he walked around to face him.

When you get close to the other person and see their expression,

Watson's smiling, rambling words gradually faded until he finally fell silent completely.

At this moment, Payton seemed to finally notice that someone was beside him.

His thin, withered face bore an eerie, calm smile.

He slowly turned his head to look at Professor Watson, who was shocked and speechless.

His eyes were bloodshot, with dense blood vessels everywhere, as if the blood vessels inside were spreading and swelling due to the ups and downs of his emotions.

They stared at each other, his dry, cracked lips moving, his hoarse voice revealing an undisguised madness and excitement.

“You’re right, Professor, there is a messenger… I saw it…”

(End of this chapter)