Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 87 On the verge of breaking out

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!"

As the pale creature's flames grew brighter and brighter, Smith could no longer maintain any semblance of composure.

Just like the ordinary people around him who were desperately wailing and struggling to escape, he cursed as he tried to get away from this place at all costs.

However, the monster's attack speed and charging speed far exceeded his expectations.

From the moment it opened its eyes to the moment its attack was fully formed, only a few breaths had passed.

Smith, in a desperate struggle, managed to free most of his body.

next moment.

Then a whooshing sound came from afar and grew closer.

He turned his head in despair and saw a blackish-red lava ball, almost large enough to cover most of his body, flying towards him amidst raging flames.

Everything happened so fast.

Before Smith could react, he could only desperately split his body into as many bats as possible in an attempt to escape before being swallowed by the explosion.

next moment.

The same flames and loud noises as before echoed through the already dilapidated research area.

A violent gale, carrying rubble and metal fragments, hurled them in all directions, sending some severely injured people, still groaning in pain, to their final moments.

Commander Thomson, who had already run out of the tent area, pressed his hat brim down tightly with his hand against the oncoming gale.

Even though he could no longer see the terrifying gray figure, his pupils were still trembling violently.

Now, look around him.

The group of researchers, officers, and guards that had originally surrounded them has now dwindled to less than half.

It's unclear whether they escaped, got separated from each other, or were simply unlucky enough to die in the aftershocks of the two explosions.

But clearly, Thomson no longer cared about any of that at this point.

Now that he had successfully reached a safe distance, he finally had the courage to mobilize the soldiers and heavy firepower that were originally there to prevent such incidents.

The sergeant beside him issued a series of orders via radio.

One after another, troop carriers, armored vehicles, and helicopters parked in various parts of the blockade zone started up and moved toward the central area that was now filled with screams.

A few minutes later.

Commander Thomson, fully equipped with protective gear, boarded the armored vehicle that had rushed to the scene.

Only then did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After slightly adjusting his mindset and calming down, he directed the remaining troops to deploy defensive firepower, preparing to annihilate the monsters within the encirclement.

As time went by, the troop movements took some time.

By the time the encirclement was in place, the bizarre creature that had blown the tent into countless craters had already detached from the tattered tent and was now slowly drifting into the sky.

Under the cover of darkness, it relentlessly bombarded the soldiers fleeing for cover on the ground, with only sharp, piercing screech echoing in the night sky.

Upon seeing this, three helicopters that had already taken off and were waiting in the rear approached directly.

But before they could fire more than a few shots, they were blown into fireworks in mid-air by several lava shells.

This further demoralized the already demoralized Federation soldiers, making them even more routed.

They carried some small firepower and a vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun, which continuously attacked the eerie monster that was hiding in the night sky.

However, the results were minimal, with a pitifully low hit rate.

Next, Thomson also directed some soldiers to point the mobile searchlights in the base at the sky.

But the monster kept moving and was impossible to lock onto.

In the middle of the war, the troops were even ordered to use rockets with tracking capabilities.

But after hitting its target, it exploded in a burst of light before disappearing back into the darkness of the night.

Thomson, who had been observing the battle in the sky, was certain that the rocket capable of destroying a small troop transport vehicle with a single shot had hit its target.

However, when you hit that huge head monster, it's like hitting a solid concrete wall.

The monster only slightly changed shape, with several holes appearing on its grayish-white surface, before continuing to drift and attack as if nothing had happened.

Dark red lava projectiles seemed endless, continuously spewing from the opponent's massive mouth filled with fine, sharp teeth.

Then, with a whoosh, it blasted open one large crater after another within the defensive perimeter formed by soldiers and armored vehicles.

In an instant, angry shouts and shrill cries for help echoed throughout the entire defensive area.

And the whole process only took 20 minutes.

The entire horrific scene was witnessed by Thomson, who was sitting in the armored vehicle.

This made him lower his head and painfully pinch his brow.

Regardless of the outcome of this incident, it is impossible for him to remain in this position any longer.

What will determine his fate—whether he spends his life in prison or packs his bags and goes home to retire—is ultimately whether he can obtain the monster's corpse.

Given their current terrifying strength, if they could obtain this valuable experimental sample, the consequences wouldn't be too bad.

Having figured all this out, Thomson lowered his head, a hint of ruthlessness and madness flashing in his eyes hidden in the shadows.

The next moment, a cold, emotionless command reached the ears of the adjutant who was standing nearby with a tense expression.

"Issue orders to divide all defensive lines into small teams for infiltration and harassment, and to launch a barrage of fire when the target's attack pauses. Do not worry about ammunition or casualties, focus all efforts on killing the target."

Upon hearing these words, the adjutant nearly dropped the communicator in his hand.

He could hardly believe his ears and asked again.

"Are you sure, sir? This order..."

However, before he could even utter his hesitant words, he was interrupted by Thomson's sudden roar.

"Enough! Lieutenant, your job is to follow orders!"

Angry roars echoed inside the cramped armored vehicle.

The adjutant, who had been interrupted, didn't say anything more, but simply pressed the communicator with a gloomy look in his eyes.

The order was repeated verbatim to the captains of each defense zone.

He then added a disclaimer:
"Think of your family and friends. If this monster were to enter the city, it would be a disaster."

This served as a word of encouragement to these ordinary soldiers.

He then ignored the angry curses and incredulous questions coming from the communicator and stood there like a statue, holding the communicator.

Thus, in the small space of the armored vehicle, Thomson and his adjutant remained silent.

He silently watched the battlefield amidst the cries and curses coming through the communicator.

Watching some soldiers go from despair to madness, and from madness to death.

...

And so, the entire battle lasted for nearly an hour.

As the gunfire gradually subsided and the night grew quiet, only the flames burning in some places on the ground and the groans from the ruins testified to the turmoil here.

Then came the task of finding the wounded and cleaning up the battlefield.

Time just passes slowly.

The sun was beginning to peek out from the west, and the sky was gradually turning blue.

The rising sun shone on this scarred land.

The once beautiful farm has now been almost completely razed to the ground.

The ground was covered with various craters and charred marks from explosions and fires, some caused by monsters and others by soldiers.

It can be seen.

In the later stages of the battle, some squads even attempted to turn their guns on their comrades nearby.

However, as Thomson had anticipated, the surveillance team he had arranged carried out the harmless disposal.

As the battle progressed, it descended into chaos.

Most of the armored vehicles and infantry fighting vehicles were reduced to scrap metal.

They might be blown to pieces by lava fireballs, or riddled with bullets by their own people.

At this moment, the entire combat zone was now surrounded by an even larger interception net.

A large number of heavy troop carriers and armored units nearly crushed the long-neglected road.

At this point, Commander Thomson had lost the domineering presence he once possessed on the battlefield.

His military uniform was torn off, and he sat in his seat with his head bowed.

The hands placed between her legs were also handcuffed with a pair of handcuffs that emitted a cold metallic gleam.

I don't know how long this lasted.

Suddenly, a metallic twisting sound came from inside the quiet carriage.

Then, the heavy armored vehicle doors were pulled open.

Then a gleaming leather boot stepped into the car, and Thomson, who had been awakened, looked up at the sound.

All I could see was the sun shining against the light.

A middle-aged man in the uniform of an army general walked in.

The man wore a flat-topped marshal's cap and large-framed sunglasses, and the badges on his chest reflected the gleam of the sun.

In his right hand, he also held a rather retro old-fashioned corncob pipe.

He looked rather strange.

(End of this chapter)