Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 99 The Dark Skeleton Giant
Inside the dark and gloomy room.

Listening to the gurgling sound of lava churning in the center of the room, a dozen pairs of eyes, accompanied by beams of flashlights, shone on a thick leather book.

Dr. Payton, holding the book, swallowed hard, carefully reached out, and gently opened the cover.

What came into view was dense, unknown writing on yellowed paper.

Even though he was fluent in multiple languages ​​and ancient inscriptions, he frowned as he looked at it.

However, these characters are unusually neat and follow a certain pattern, so they are clearly not random scribbles.

This seems to indirectly prove that intelligent beings originally existed in the space where everyone came.

At the very least, the text in this notebook, once everyone leaves, will lay a crucial foundation for deciphering it.

All three of them realized the importance of this book.

Payton unzipped his protective suit, disregarding the potential bacteria and dangers.

He carefully tucked the crucial book, filled with written words, inside his protective suit and placed it close to his body, giving Watson and another teammate a reassuring and determined look.

This made Watson freeze, his hand, which he had slightly raised to extend, freeze. He could only straighten up dejectedly and begin to examine his golden apple.

For the next while, the room fell silent, with only the occasional rustling of Peton turning the pages of the mysterious book.

Although I couldn't read the words, I was driven by curiosity and a desire to explore, and I turned the pages.

Meanwhile, Professor Watson brought out a sturdy metal mesh bag and a small storage box that was just big enough to hold the golden apple.

They packed away the strange apple, which weighed several tens of kilograms.

To make room for the precious apple, he removed some spare equipment to lighten the load.

While they were all engrossed in their own work, a bearded man stood by, holding a rifle and watching.

Suddenly, I heard a loud crackling sound coming from the walkie-talkie on my shoulder.

This instantly turned his somewhat bored expression into a serious one.

Then, a series of distorted screams and shouts came from the walkie-talkie.

"What is this?"

"Skeletons? No, it's moving, it's moving!"

"Fire! Fire! Bang! Bang bang!"

"No! That's not right! This thing isn't afraid of bullets. Quick, get some grenades!"

"Oh my god, it's coming!"

"Ah!! Quick! Retreat!"

"Sizzle sizzle..."

Judging from the sounds, it seemed that a team had encountered some mishap, which made the bearded man's face turn somewhat pale.

He quickly pressed the intercom and shouted loudly.

"What happened to you? Please respond if you hear me! Please respond if you hear me!"

However, after he finished speaking, there was only a jumble of static on the walkie-talkie for a long time.

After a short while, the walkie-talkie finally crackled to life again, but this time it was a message from another squad.

"Captain, the team exploring the southwest passage seems to have encountered some kind of monster. We can't get any response when we call them on all frequencies."

"We've discovered more rooms and branching paths similar to the one at the beginning. It's very complex, and we haven't explored it in depth yet. We're heading back to meet you."

"...Okay, as soon as possible."

After receiving the call, the bearded man's face grew even more ashen.

It is now almost certain that one of the squads has encountered danger and has most likely been wiped out.

His smooth sailing all the way had somewhat numbed his senses.

This sudden loss left him in a very bad mood.

I was also on high alert.

The monster inside the black building was far stronger than I imagined, capable of wiping out an elite special forces team in such a short time.

Because this operation involved maintaining communication and was not a covert operation, the special forces members' walkie-talkies were always on speakerphone.

The sudden conversation startled the three members of the research team standing nearby.

Realizing what was happening, they quickly put away their important loot and went to the bearded man's side.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Professor Watson spoke first.

The doctor looked at the three people in protective suits in front of him, and his bearded face darkened even more.

He sighed helplessly, raised his chin, and glanced at the pitch-black corridor to his left, which stretched as far as the eye could see.

"The squad on the other end of the communication line encountered a monster and was almost wiped out instantly. If we're unlucky enough, that monster will chase us straight down this corridor."

Watson felt uneasy after hearing the half-understood words coming through the communicator.

Now that the complete account came from the bearded man's mouth, Professor Watson was filled with even more worry and fear.

"So what should we do? Evacuate first, or..."

Looking through the glass mask at the nearly 60-year-old man inside, the bearded man could only sigh deeply and say helplessly.

"The other team is already on its way back. Once they join you, they'll escort you out. That concludes this mission. You should have gained enough, right?"

Watson seemed relieved upon hearing this.

Feeling the heavy weight of the backpack on my back, I was quite satisfied with the trip's contents.

As for the soldiers who may have already perished at the hands of the monsters, perhaps only the bearded man and a few other soldiers were mourning them.

Watson and Payton, as researchers, understood from the outset that the special forces team in this mission was essentially a consumable.

Even MacArthur, who was outside the door at that moment, understood.

The drugs the soldiers were injected with before their departure, and the hefty compensation they signed, also illustrate this point: how high their probability of death was.

Every second of the wait became excruciating.

The soldiers scattered throughout the room gathered in the direction of the corridor that the sacrifice squad had explored.

All the gun barrels were pointed at the dark corridor, on high alert for any terrifying monsters that might appear.

However, it is obvious.

Another team explored a considerable distance. Several minutes passed, but there was still no sign of anyone.

If the bearded man hadn't repeatedly confirmed their safety via communicator, everyone would have assumed the other team had also met with misfortune. "Captain, come quick! Something's happened!"

Just then, the people who were anxiously waiting in the room were awakened by a sudden shout from the soldier guarding the corridor.

Upon hearing the sound, the bearded captain hurriedly took three steps at a time and arrived at the makeshift defensive line set up by the soldiers.

Seeing him rush over, Watson and the other two, dressed in orange protective suits, exchanged glances and followed.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

As he approached, he asked the soldier who had just spoken with some impatience.

"Captain, look! There seems to be something moving at the end of the corridor."

Upon hearing this, the bearded man disregarded everything else and hurriedly pulled out his flashlight, using the light from the other soldiers to illuminate the dark, seemingly endless end of the corridor.

Because of the excessive dust in the air, even with ample light, objects in the distance were still somewhat blurry.

At this moment, the bearded man looked closely and, sure enough, just as the soldier had said, it was at the end of the corridor, in the hazy smoke and dust.

There seemed to be a blurry figure moving around, its movements appearing to be approaching step by step.

Judging from the distance, it's at least a hundred meters away.

During this observation period, the distance closed again, and the figure became slightly clearer.

The bearded man saw a slender and tall human figure, seemingly holding a long object in its hand, which appeared to be some kind of cold weapon.

If it appears at this time, it should be because the monsters that wiped out the previous team have been eliminated.

Thinking about this, the bearded man's heart pounded.

After estimating the distance, I found that I was within effective firing range if I used a rifle for hip fire.

The corridor is narrow and difficult to avoid, which seems like a good opportunity to strike first.

As the monster's figure drew closer, he gritted his teeth and made no further hesitation.

He gave the order directly.

"Fire! Free fire, suppressive fire in sequence!"

Upon receiving the order, the bearded man took off the rifle from his back, raised it with both hands, and aimed at the eerie figure that was slowly approaching from the end of the corridor.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

After the first shot was fired, a continuous barrage of fire followed.

The air was filled with the deafening roar of exploding gunpowder and the whistling sound of bullets cutting through the air.

Almost instantly, a dense barrage of bullets filled all the hiding spaces in the corridor, naturally including the monster a hundred meters away at the end of the corridor.

The subsequent reaction can be seen through the scope of the gun.

The eerie figure was clearly hit; its upper body swayed and it became unsteady, obviously stopped in place by the impact of the bullet.

Although it didn't result in an immediate knockdown or kill as expected, it still had an impact on him, which relieved the bearded man.

As long as his weapon is still effective, he has the confidence to deal with the monsters here.

But the next moment, before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he saw through the scope on the gun that...

The monster swayed for a moment, then immediately straightened up again, and seemed to have entered a combat state due to the change from wandering to being attacked.

The other person, who had been walking slowly and unsteadily, suddenly bent down slightly.

Then, amidst the bearded man's horrified gaze, he began to run at an alarming speed, braving a hail of bullets.

In the hundred-meter-long corridor, almost within a few breaths, the previously blurry figures could be roughly distinguished by the naked eye.

It was a humanoid skeletal creature nearly 3 meters tall, its entire body composed of pitch-black bones.

However, its color is the same as the surrounding building rocks, which are jet black, giving it a solid and heavy feel.

This unusually tall skeleton seemed to be driven by some evil force, running at breakneck speed.

Even if it loses its flesh and blood and is left only as bones, the heavy sound of each run and the landing of its feet can still indicate its terrifying power.

In addition, the oppressive feeling that came rushing in like a wild beast attacking its prey made the bearded man's pupils shrink sharply.

While he was still in a daze, the pitch-black skeletal giant had already approached again.

They were now less than 100 meters from the small, makeshift defensive line formed by the soldiers.

The other soldiers could also clearly see what kind of monster their side was attacking.

Bullets whizzed past, but most of them only managed to pass through the gaps in the bones, kicking up dust on the solid rock ground.

Even if it were to hit the dark bones by chance, it would only bounce off amidst a shower of sparks, appearing to have suffered no damage whatsoever.

An enemy that cannot cause damage is the most demoralizing.

Even if these people are handpicked from the military, it's the same.

By this time, the bearded man, who had regained his senses, could clearly feel that the firing patterns of his soldiers around him were gradually becoming chaotic.

Although they maintained sustained firepower suppression through discipline, defeat was only a matter of time.

However, given the skeletal giant's running speed, if they turned to run now, they would only face the fate of being caught and killed one by one.

Maintain sustained fire suppression, and once the distance closes, try using grenades or hand grenades from your team; there might still be a glimmer of hope.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and decided to go all out.

He then tossed the rifle in his hand behind him and pulled the heavy weapon from the back of a soldier next to him.

One individual grenade launcher.

He then hoisted it onto his shoulder and aimed at the monster that was rushing toward him down the corridor.

Although this distance is not within the effective killing range, the damage caused may be very limited.

But the most important thing right now is to stabilize morale before we can talk about an effective attack.

As he decisively pulled the trigger, a light grenade flew into the corridor with a "thud," propelled by a plume of smoke.

It traced a parabola, crashed to the ground, rolled forward, and finally came to a stop a few meters in front of the black skeletal giant.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, the middle section of the corridor was engulfed in a blinding flash of light and the sound of an explosion.

The extreme visual and auditory impact of the technology and gunpowder reassured some soldiers who were about to flee.

The hand holding the gun steadied itself again.

(End of this chapter)