Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 174 Breaking Free, The First Shot

underground.

In the damp, cold soil.

A grayish-brown insect, curled up in a ball, seemed to awaken from hibernation, shaking and stretching its body.

A human-like light flickered in those chilling insect eyes.

It initiated the upward movement of its limbs, and then penetrated a layer of rock that resembled dense syrup.

next moment.

My vision suddenly became clear.

From the insect's eerie perspective, a corridor paved with huge bluestones appears.

In the corridor, a dense crowd of human figures huddled together, almost filling every inch of space in sight.

The reason they gather together is also obvious.

All that could be seen were countless battered figures, each with their withered heads tilted back, looking upwards.

The focus of the horde of corpses was the dome of the corridor, which was also made of huge bluestones and was several meters above the ground.

An insect identical to it wriggled out half of its body and swayed incessantly.

After a few breaths.

"Pap~"

It swayed and fell, growing longer and longer as it burrowed, until finally crashing into the dense horde of corpses.

next moment.

The horde of corpses, which had been looking up, quickly pressed towards the center, like hungry wolves craving that small lump of flesh.

Arms, like withered yellow weeds, surged wave after wave toward the center, trying to grab the fat, gray worm.

Almost instantly, the arm-length gray worms were torn into pieces and stuffed into the mouths of several zombies.

Just as the horde of corpses finished fighting over the food and was about to become agitated again, another insect wriggled out from where the first insect had fallen.

Clearly, it was the fresh scent carried by these insects that caused the zombies in the passageway to huddle together.

Instead of attempting to breach the sealed tomb entrance.

But now, this simple "bait" is no longer needed.

The gray worm that had fallen onto the rock top turned its eyestalk and glanced at another worm that was emerging from the ground not far away; they stared at each other.

Immediately, the insect's body, which had been slowly wriggling, suddenly accelerated.

Soon, just like the previous one, it fell to the ground amidst the zombies' eager "welcome" and was devoured in an instant.

In that instant, the pain of being dismembered made the ant's consciousness tremble, but it did not react further.

Since I began cultivating, I have died far more than I can remember. Now, physical pain is no longer enough to cause me any turmoil.

As the plan progressed, the number of zombies that had been blocked and accumulated was already sufficient.

After the insect landed, no new insects poked their heads out.

The zombies, having lost their target, soon became restless.

The horde of corpses, which had been huddled together, dispersed, and the insects that had initially poked their heads out to investigate were quickly detected.

Then, like hounds that have smelled blood, the zombies that were slowly wandering around suddenly became excited.

As the passageway gradually narrowed, all the zombies found this new target.

They moved their shriveled bodies in waves, surging toward the newly appeared insect on the ground in the distance.

But the ants didn't move, as if they were terrified, silently watching their vision being filled and covered by zombies.

Soon, it felt a withered hand suddenly grab its exposed head.

After a strong tug, it was pulled out, and the last thing I saw was a twisted mouth with fangs.

"Pfft!"

After the sound of the insect shell being crushed, the zombie, who had been enjoying its meal, was quite dissatisfied with the tiny bloodstone.

Soon, their gazes were drawn to a long, sloping staircase in front of them.

The brain, already decayed, was utterly incapable of comprehending what it was.

But at the far end, a faint scent of life wafted over, the scent of vibrant blood.

As the first white-haired zombie stepped onto the first step.

Following closely behind were countless footsteps, chaotic and densely intertwined.

Some had dry, bluish-purple skin, while others had black or green hair, and their calves, gleaming with a metallic sheen, kept moving forward.

At last.

A foot wearing a worn-out iron boot, covered in dark purple fur, with bulging muscles beneath the skin.

The heavy footsteps on the stone steps produced a dull thud.

...

at this time.

on the ground.

The soldiers who had sensed something was wrong had all been summoned and returned to their posts.

One by one, large-caliber rotary cannons and heavy machine guns, which were not commonly used during routine guard duty, lowered their partitions and appeared at their corresponding positions on the city wall.

The meticulously calculated firepower arrangement ensures that every angle has sufficient firepower to block and strike.

In addition, there's the outer perimeter protection that helped to quell the chaos.

The artillery pieces, each capable of long-range strikes, had already adjusted their angles and were aimed at the cement seal that was now cracked from repeated impacts.

The entire defensive base is ready to engage in battle, awaiting only the order to unleash a barrage of fire.

At this moment, Lao Li, who was in charge of the defense line, was also wearing a full set of protective gear from head to toe.

There was also a yellow talisman sticking to his chest, emitting a faint glow.

Accompanied by several bodyguards, they stood together in front of the spacious firing platform.

Beside him stood Yang Ping, holding a sword and with a serious expression, behind the altar.

Under the high-wattage searchlights surrounding the city wall.

The composite fencing, constantly bulging and cracked from repeated impacts, seemed poised to break at any moment, creating immense pressure.

Old Li was no exception at this time.

Beneath the bulletproof helmet, a bead of sweat slid down his forehead.

He stared at the steel plate and the thick cement wall that were constantly deforming under unimaginable force, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

I couldn't help but recall the scene from the video footage.

The scene of densely packed zombies surging out like a tide, charging bloodthirstyly under heavy artillery fire.

He couldn't help but become more and more nervous.

After waiting for a while, he finally couldn't help but turn his head and look at Yang Ping, who had a serious expression and was wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe.

"...Master Yang, are we just going to wait like this?"

Although this statement may seem somewhat redundant, anyone could sense the tension it conveyed.

Upon hearing this, Yang Ping simply stood there with his sword, without turning his head, but still gave a brief reply.

"Yes, we must stall for as long as possible." "I have just called for backup from the bureau. What we need to do is stall until reinforcements arrive. We absolutely cannot let a single zombie escape the blockade zone."

Although the voice was not loud, the nearby soldiers and Old Li heard it clearly.

And then there's the thought of the consequences if zombies escaped the lockdown zone and entered the city.

Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes gradually hardening.

"...I understand. They're just zombies. We have so many people and so many guns, what are we afraid of!"

Old Li gritted his teeth, as if explaining to himself or encouraging himself, and shouted angrily.

As he said, the soldiers also gripped the weapons in front of them tightly.

For these soldiers, the cold guns and cannons were their greatest source of confidence.

Whatever is to come, the flash of the gun will tell the other side.

Now, it is the age of people.

What followed was an agonizing wait.

Perhaps it was the relentless use of materials and the construction that resembled the foundation of a skyscraper that had an effect.

The cement cylinder shattered and collapsed during the impact of the horde of corpses.

However, the dense high-strength steel frame and flexible steel plates inside, though deformed, still firmly sealed the opening.

This makes the wait exceptionally long.

Until the bluish mountain peaks were completely dark.

A sliver of moon rises, casting a cool, yellowish hue over the night.

The night sky, which should have been filled with twinkling stars, was obscured by dark clouds due to the lingering typhoon season, with only a crescent moon hanging blurry through the clouds.

The color seemed to foreshadow misfortune, adding a sense of oppression to the city.

During this agonizing half hour, the soldiers had already wiped the sweat from their foreheads for the third time.

Prolonged focus can lead to significant fatigue, causing some people to become complacent.

at this time.

A loud shout shattered the silence of all the soldiers on the channel.

"Attention! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The one who sounded the alarm was the observer on the tower with his telescope; he was the first to spot the unusual movement at the bottom of the pit.

This shout triggered a chain reaction, with shouts echoing throughout the entire circular defensive line, raising everyone's spirits.

"Notice!"

"alert!"

"... "

These continuous shouts echoed through the communication channels and the air, attracting Yang Ping's attention from behind the altar.

He squinted at the blockage at the bottom of the pit, where the disturbance had been going on for so long.

With a keen eye, this careful examination quickly revealed the anomaly.

One corner of the structure, which resembled a small house, was bulging out like a boil.

The high-strength cement on the surface has crumbled into pieces, revealing a special black alloy underneath.

The surface of the metal plate had been deformed to its limit, and a crack had appeared. A withered arm was reaching out from the crack, scratching around.

Soon, this gap that disrupted the balance triggered a chain reaction.

The tiny hole was quickly torn open, and more arms emerged from the crack.

Until the first zombie suddenly poked most of its body out of the torn hole.

This change has also stirred up a lot of emotions in everyone.

"Target locked, strike imminent!"

As one soldier completed aiming and locked on first, he shouted out.

The hand gripping the gun immediately pulled the trigger.

"boom!!"

The muzzle of the anti-materiel sniper rifle spewed out a blinding flash of fire.

In an instant, a specially designed armor-piercing projectile hurtled out at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

next moment.

"Pfft~"

A dull sound.

The white-haired corpse, with most of its body protruding, suddenly exploded, its swaying head scattering its withered bones everywhere.

The bullet, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, pierced through instantly and continued to penetrate several clawing arms through the holes.

Strangely, the zombie, whose head had been blown off by a single shot, was still struggling.

As the crack in the steel plate widened, it broke free of the seal with a "thud" and fell to the ground.

Then, with his neck completely empty, he swayed as he stood up.

The defending soldiers seemed to have anticipated this horrifying scene and were not surprised at all.

It was greeted by dozens of fires that lit up in succession from all over the city wall, accompanied by whistling sounds that tore through the air.

The headless corpse, which had been shaking and rising, suddenly emitted bursts of mist from all over its body, creating holes the size of bowls.

Almost instantly, they were torn apart by the wind pressure carried by the bullets and scattered everywhere.

After struggling for a moment, the severed limbs became completely still.

As the first zombie that emerged was eliminated, Old Li, who had witnessed the entire process, slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Having learned from the previous tomb riot, the garrison's weapons and soldiers have been specially adjusted.

According to the research institute's analysis, the bodies of these zombies become increasingly rigid according to their level, and ordinary small-caliber firearms can only restrict their movement through kinetic energy.

Only large-caliber, high-penetration weapons can damage limbs.

Although some unknown damage threshold still needs to be reached to kill it completely, a clever trick has been found through repeated testing.

That is to use high-penetration, large-caliber weapons for pinpoint sniping, break limbs to slow down movement, and then destroy them with specially made incendiary bombs.

This approach was far more efficient than saturation fire, as evidenced by the few zombies that had previously escaped.

Here, the easy elimination of the first zombie that leaped out from the crowd boosted the confidence of each defensive line.

The soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, their scopes fixed on the hole in the steel plate, wide enough for one person to crawl through.

Perhaps it means that the opening to the ground has been completely opened.

The blood and gore emanating from the large number of soldiers outside fueled the bloodlust and madness of these zombies who had been thirsting for millions of years.

That weak, white-haired corpse was just the beginning.

Following closely behind was a swarm of ants emerging from their nest.

Amidst the agonizing screams of steel tearing apart, the hole was suddenly widened.

In an instant, dense limbs burst forth, along with countless withered heads, their fangs gleaming...

(End of this chapter)