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Boom—

The shelter's gate was blasted open, and snow and sand instantly flooded the interior, hindering the guards who came to stop them. Before the Nethermark Humanity security personnel could even raise their guns and use their holographic sights to lock onto the figures in the blizzard, a bolt instantly arrived, striking from within the sight, directly piercing the skull, exiting with brain matter and blood.

Thump.

The corpse fell to the ground, followed by a burst of gunfire, the Nethermark Humanity security personnel suppressed by the fierce firepower.

"An Dong—damn it, where did these enemies come from?!"

"The alarm has already been sounded, the doctors will come to support us soon, hold on a little longer!"

Several security personnel encouraged each other, hiding behind the shelter's walls, using the terrain to block the enemy. After a while, the opposing gunfire noticeably thinned out.

"They're out of bullets!"

The Nethermark Humanity security personnel were overjoyed. It seemed the attackers' firepower wasn't as abundant as they had imagined. Moreover, they were indoors, unaffected by the cold sand. At this rate, repelling the attackers wouldn't be difficult.

Just as they regained their morale and prepared to counterattack, they heard a low, hoarse voice rising from the frosty sandstorm:

"Zonia, you go."

In the next moment, the Nethermark Humanity security personnel saw a Bizarre scene through their sights: a petite, thin, and frail figure slowly emerged from the frozen wasteland.

It was a girl of fifteen or sixteen, wearing a thick military coat, walking barefoot, her feet covered in frostbite and purple-blue marks, her exposed skin wrapped in dirty bandages. She slowly walked into the shelter's corridor, her right hand pulling at the collar of her coat, while her left sleeve swayed empty in the wind, clearly a one-armed cripple.

She raised her head, her face tightly wrapped in bandages, revealing only a pair of lifeless, empty eyes. As her vision focused, the Nethermark Humanity security personnel clearly saw her eyes instantly transform from black and white to a violent, ferocious red and black. At the same time, a suffocating power seemed to brew in the space.

"It's—an Infected!"

Da da da da da! The Nethermark Humanity security personnel finally reacted. They immediately pulled the triggers, and dense lines of fire instantly riddled the opponent. Some reacted extremely quickly, directly switching to armor-piercing incendiary rounds. The girl's figure instantly became riddled with holes in the ruthless tearing of modern technology. The impact of the bullets made her body sway, like a lone boat in a storm, arbitrarily manipulated and dominated by the power of science.

Click—

After a round of concentrated fire, the girl called Zonia knelt on the ground, her entire body without a single intact piece of flesh. Yellow bullet heads were squeezed out by her muscles, carrying residual warm steam, popping out of her thin body.

Incredibly, no blood flowed from the countless bullet holes, as if the girl in front of them was just an empty puppet. Even more unsettling was that the suffocating pressure in the space not only did not disappear as the girl knelt down, but instead became almost tangible, turning into black shadows, pouring out from Zonia's body without reservation!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh! The shadows arrived in an instant, ignoring cover, instantly piercing the security personnel's exoskeletal armor. With the force of a locomotive, they slammed several security personnel hard against the walls behind them. Before they could even scream, their heads were crushed by the irresistible force, blood and bones squeezed and shattered, forming several disgusting clumps of mud on the wall.

Seven fully armed security personnel, annihilated.

Hoo...

The frost-covered sandstorm slowly sent out a group of figures. They wore mismatched armor and cold-weather clothing, and only after entering the shelter did they take off their skull-shaped protective masks, their sickly pale faces revealing a Bizarre halo under the orange lighting.

The leading man had gaunt cheeks, his face covered in pockmarks and scars from the abrasion of snow and sand. He raised the prosthetic on his left arm and gently patted the kneeling Zonia's head, saying indifferently, "Truly a good dog, worth the money."

His subordinates curled their lips, carrying a homemade spiked club, kicking the security personnel's corpses on the ground with disdain:

"Boss, this is the legendary Nethermark Humanity that conducts evil experiments and creates genetic weapons? They're too useless! If I brought our White Fang Gang brothers, we could just inject a dose and rush in to kill them all. Why bother releasing the dog?"

"Why waste bullets when we can save them? Wasteful bastard."

The leader scolded with a smile, patting Zonia's face, which had been disfigured by bullets, and sighed, "Get up. I bought you, not for you to fall here."

Zonia's body trembled slightly. She supported herself with one hand, the shadows she released instantly recalled, drilling into her body along the torn wounds and bullet holes.

"Ugh..."

She groaned painfully. The recall of the shadows seemed to be a serious injury to her. Rotten patches immediately spread on her skin, and an extremely strong stench of corpses quickly spread, causing the White Fang Gang bandits to cover their mouths and noses.

Bang! The leader immediately and unceremoniously punched her in the face, knocking Zonia to the ground.

"Get up." The leader's dark red eyes showed no emotional fluctuations: "I haven't allowed you to die yet—or do you want your younger brother to replace you?"

Zonia raised her slender arm, supporting the ground and slowly raising her body, using that arm as thin as a reed to prop up her upper body. Black, rotten blood originally overflowed from her mouth and nose, but as she silently got up, the overflowing bad blood gradually retracted back into her body.

Zonia stood up stiffly. She raised her hand and pressed her dislodged eyeball back into its socket, then silently stayed beside the leader, as if nothing had happened.

"Collect the supplies, continue moving forward."

The leader grinned, revealing a mouth full of black teeth, his eyes filled with fanaticism and anticipation:

"Look! Electricity, purified water, carbon fiber materials, heating, fluorescent lights—these inhumane doctors occupy such good resources, but use them for evil research. What a waste of such good resources!"

The White Fang Gang bandits put away their guns and instead took out melee weapons such as knives, swords, and clubs. They licked their lips, their greed evident.

They didn't plan to smash, loot, or burn; a shelter with such complete equipment was naturally more valuable if it was preserved intact.

The surveillance cameras captured the White Fang Gang thugs advancing, but couldn't stop the overwhelming force of hundreds of people pouring into the underground like a pack of wolves.

Their equipment was clearly much better than the White Fang Gang's, even comparable to that of a regular army.

However, compared to the bandits who constantly robbed and fought in desperate situations, the Nethermark Humanitarian's combat power was far too weak. Most of the organization's members were just doctors and nurses; their fighting will and ruthlessness were not enough to allow them to calmly and rationally confront the enemy.

In an instant, the shelter's doctors and medical teams were thrown into chaos, with blood flowing like rivers.

"Look, white bread! It's white bread! I've never eaten it in my life!"

"The cafeteria actually has vegetables and canned goods."

"We've struck it rich! They even have greenhouses; we can eat our fill!"

"Loot everything, boys! Everything here is ours!"

The leader crossed his arms, very satisfied with the raid. The Zonia, in whom he had invested heavily, had also repeatedly performed meritorious deeds in the battle.

Those nurses and security guards were no match for Zonia. As soon as she stepped forward, the doctors would soften, not daring to attack a scarred girl. Taking advantage of this moment of hesitation, the shadows would instantly strike, smashing the kind-hearted doctors into the ground, forming a pool of minced meat.

The defenders were instantly defeated, and the defenseless female nurses and doctors were immediately targeted by the ferocious robbers. Pale arms were twisted, and then dragged to deserted corners.

'Still have to leave a few alive. Doctors are valuable talents, and these flowers in the greenhouse are also pleasing to the eye…'

'However, is this defense a little too empty?'

Just as he was pondering whether to leave a few female doctors and nurses with excellent playability, a fatal chill suddenly rose behind him.

Boom! The reinforced concrete wall was instantly shattered. Head Nurse Nordly's fierce punch shattered the bodies of the thugs next to the leader one after another. Blood was evaporated in the violent flames, and the remaining force did not diminish, accurately smashing towards the leader's head.

Clang! The leader raised his left arm, grabbed Zonia, and used her as a shield to block the punch. Nordly mercilessly punched her, making a dull sound like metal striking metal.

Immediately, Zonia's head tilted back, and she spat out some fragments of internal organs. The Martial Artist's strength penetrated her body, causing her serious damage.

Zonia's bones were broken all over her body, and she collapsed to the ground. The leader raised his slightly deformed prosthetic arm, his expression solemn:

"I was wondering why the defense was so pathetic. So, Nethermark Humanitarian, you were hiding a master like you."

Nordly didn't waste any words, her whole body erupted with flames, her fists came out together, the wind howled, and the momentum was like a tiger choosing someone to devour!

For an Alpha-class Martial Artist, ordinary firearms can no longer cause fatal injuries.

If a round of fire can't kill her, and the Martial Artist rushes into the formation, everyone will die!

The leader was calm in the face of danger. He casually kicked Zonia on the ground and tutted, "Get up, dog."

Zonia forcibly propped herself up, but her fragile tendons immediately cracked, and she instantly fell to the ground.

"Tsk—"

The leader reluctantly took out a heart-shaped object from his arms and gently pinched it.

Thump thump thump—

Zonia's pupils locked, and then, as if she had forgotten the pain, her tattered body was dragged up by an inexplicable force, and she stiffly and laboriously raised her finger.

The next moment, the wounds on her body cracked inch by inch, ejecting countless shadows. The shadows gathered into one, carrying terrifying brute force, arriving in an instant, like an immortal barrier, forcibly blocking Head Nurse Nordly's bombardment.

Bang————

The sonic boom echoed continuously in the corridor. Ordinary people who were close by were immediately affected, their eyes turned white, and they fainted.

In the battle between transcendents, mortals cannot intervene.

Wouldn't anyone really think that what they did in the game can be done in reality?

No way, no way, no way? If a Nasus in a game needs to stack 1000 layers of Q, the player has to kill at least hundreds of units. Could it be that someone is addicted to stacking Q in the game, killed hundreds of people in reality, and still calmly said, "What's this? I killed more in the game?"

Could it be that someone read Star Abyss, and I wouldn't feel any problem if I went to burn down a bank?

No way, no way, no way? Maybe some parents are people with this logic, so Chinese games have never been able to develop.