Chapter 271

His muscles swelled rapidly, making him look as if he were wearing a suit of armor made of muscles.

The Sarkaz race has numerous subgroups. Not only are there fire-breathing and water-breathing races, but many are also immortal. Races with two lives are not uncommon among the Sarkaz.

Scout frowned upon seeing this, because only the first bullet counted as a sneak attack. From the second bullet onwards, the enemy would consciously take defensive action.

He estimated he could kill Garson, but he himself might suffer serious injuries in the process.

"Bang!"

Scout moved to the next sniping spot and fired another shot, but it was blocked by Garson's muscle armor.

He gripped his scimitar tightly and looked around, seemingly trying to determine the location of the lock when the attacker fired.

Found it!

Just as Garson was about to cross the ruins and grab Scout to vent his anger, a Sarkaz girl with a mask and fiery red hair came running at the sound.

She gripped an enormous, ridiculously large greatsword in her right hand, staring at the Sarkaz at the crossroads.

"Make your move."

Garson assumed the man was with the sniper, and his face contorted in a grotesque expression.

"Who are you?"

"I hate answering questions like that."

Garson misunderstood, thinking that it was indeed acceptable for Sarkaz to not use their names, and continued to press for answers:

"You came here to kill us?"

"I am here because I need to be here. You are nothing more than ants that I deal with incidentally."

Upon hearing this, Garson became extremely angry. He charged forward like a truck, machete in hand.

"Arrogant! I'll make you pay the price!"

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After leaving the park, the Crownslayer quickly returned to his Temporary Camp on the plot of land he was in charge of.

They were greeted by a masked Female Lupo, who was wielding a long sword and cutting down a number of infected people.

The Crownslayer didn't rush to attack; instead, she directed the Rhodes Island members to launch a coordinated attack. This allowed her to observe the enemy closely, identify their weaknesses, and formulate a countermeasure.

"Ugh..."

The infected paid the price with their lives, allowing the Crownslayer to discover something different.

Although this Female Lupo's attacks are swift, she can keep up with them perfectly. Most importantly, she only attacks and never defends, a 'life-or-death' fighting style.

He abandoned defense and focused solely on offense. Once he lost the resolve to fight to the death, he would become increasingly constrained and eventually fall into a passive position when fighting Female Lupo.

The lack of defense is both an advantage and a fatal flaw of this fighting style. Once injured, it will severely impact subsequent combat effectiveness, causing a precipitous decline.

The Crownslayer could tell that this Female Lupo was quite skilled in martial arts; she had some real ability. If he were to fight her one-on-one, his chances of winning would be about fifty-fifty.

However, there were hundreds of infected subordinates on site who could take turns wearing down Female Lupo's stamina. He could then wait for the right opportunity to strike.

In that case, the odds are roughly 70/30.

In addition, the Crownslayer possesses Originium Arts, which allows her to summon dense fog to obscure vision. With these combined advantages, she is 90% confident of defeating the Female Lupo.

Thinking of this, the Crownslayer's confidence soared:

"Don't rush, let's wear her down first!"

Texas heard about it, but had no better way to deal with it. This time in Chernobyl, almost everyone was responsible for a plot of land.

Fortunately, she was within the range of Shi Lei's Jade Shield, so she didn't have to worry about her life. There were so many Rhodes Island members on the scene; she could just slowly kill them all. As for which ones to kill and which ones to spare, that was up to her. She could spare any infected who weren't too aggressive.

Gradually, Texas ran out of energy. She used her sword as a crutch, breathing heavily.

The Crownslayer knew her chance had come. She Originium Arts to summon mist.

Seeing this, the infected breathed a sigh of relief. They quickly retreated, distancing themselves from Texas.

As the fog thickened, visibility in the central area dropped to less than half a meter. Beyond the area that could be reached with the palm of one's hand, everything beyond that point was completely invisible.

The Crownslayer lurked in the smoke, like a seasoned hunter, silently watching his prey.

Strangeness.

Typically, when enemies can't see their surroundings, they become extremely panicked and wary of ambushes from the shadows. It's common for them to even swing weapons at their own people.

But this Female Lupo stood motionless, sword in hand. Her pupils were not visible through the holes in her mask, as if her eyes were closed.

Have they given up the fight?

No, it feels more like sound localization?

The Crownslayer grinned, thinking to himself that there were always prey who thought they could retaliate using only their hearing.

Under the cover of thick fog, the location of the attack can only be determined in the instant of injury. But on the battlefield, often only one strike is needed to kill.

The Crownslayer, hidden in the smoke, silently plunged his blade into Female Lupo's heart. She didn't flinch, taking the blow squarely!

Sensing something was amiss, the Crownslayer immediately retreated back into the thick fog. Had the dagger failed to penetrate her defenses? Was she wearing Soft Armor underneath?

The Crownslayer changed tactics, this time targeting Female Lupo's vulnerable neck. Once the major artery was severed, even a god couldn't save her.

Die!

As the dagger stealthily approached Female Lupo's neck, the Crownslayer struck suddenly. The blade tip pressed against her smooth, white neck, and with a forceful pull, he yanked her outwards!

In the blink of an eye, the Crownslayer didn't see any blood splattering. Instead, the Female Lupo sensed something and swung her sword towards him!

The Crownslayer, not expecting his opponent to be alive, was immediately horrified. As he retreated hastily, he was struck by a sword in the left waist.

What's going on?!

The Crownslayer must have hit his target just now; how could such a sharp dagger not cut through his neck?

Why is she completely unharmed?

The Crownslayer frowned as he observed, but found no light-colored shield protecting the Female Lupo.

How exactly did you manage to block that knife?

The Crownslayer acted with extreme caution, clutching his wounds without uttering a sound as he withdrew from the thick fog.

She felt she couldn't handle something like this, even with a skilled fighter like Female Lupo. It would be best to seek help from other officers, such as 'FrostNova' from the nearby plot.

That guy was carrying a grenade launcher, capable of causing a wide-area attack. No matter how strong the Female Lupo was, she would be injured by the grenade.

Thinking of this, the Crownslayer decisively used the Walkie-Talkie to call for reinforcements so that the FrostNova could come and help.

Riots never follow the law; they only follow numbers. What kind of era are we living in? Still fighting alone?

"FrostNova, FrostNova, are you still there? This is the Crownslayer, respond if you hear me."

To her surprise, FrostNova did not respond. Had it encountered other enemy forces as well?

Just as the Crownslayer was speculating, a strange voice suddenly came through the Walkie-Talkie:

"What business do you have with Lord FrostNova?"

"I am the cadre from the plot next to yours, the Crownslayer. Is FrostNova here? Have him answer to me."

During the conversation, the Crownslayer faintly heard the sound of muskets firing.

"No, Lord FrostNova is fighting a masked Sarkaz and can't reply."

Wearing a mask?

Upon hearing this word, the Crownslayer's expression turned strange. A sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

After receiving the distress signal, FrostNova moved from the rooftop to H Sector, which was under the jurisdiction of the Big Adam.

He had just peeked out from the rooftop and was looking down when he was so shocked by what he saw that he was speechless.

In the wide square, nearly a thousand corpses of Rhodes Island members lay scattered about. Many more infected individuals knelt on the ground, their hands covering their heads, trembling.

Between them stood a red stone figure as tall as a three- or four-story building. Its enormous body and millstone-sized fists exuded a powerful sense of oppression.

The five exits of the square were blocked by five white stone figures. They either slapped the infected who tried to escape into a pulp, or grabbed their hands and feet and forcibly tore them in half.

FrostNova needs reinforcements, Big Adam is currently battling the giant red stone elephant in the center of the square.

Nearby lay nearly a hundred suits of heavy armor, broken into pieces or twisted into pretzel shapes. Crimson blood flowed out, staining the floor a small red stream.

What terrifying destructive power!

FrostNova's expression was grave; he had never heard of such an opponent in Chernobyl before.

Um?

Through the scope, FrostNova spotted a masked figure standing behind the Redstone Colossus. Based on the Blackhorn on the figure's head, he determined it was Sarkaz.

Does anyone in the Sarkaz have the ability to summon a Golem?

If all these stone golems were summoned by this guy alone, that would be terrifying.

FrostNova's current position made it difficult to aim at the Sarkaz. He used his grappling hook to move quickly across the rooftop, searching for the best sniping spot.

Just as FrostNova was looking for a place, the Big Adam in the center of the square couldn't hold on any longer.

His cast-iron hammer, which had smashed countless people into mincemeat, was easily knocked away by the Redstone Golem.

The next second, a hand the size of half a land vehicle reached out, accompanied by a fierce wind. It grabbed Big Adam's head and lifted him into the air like a toy.

Not good!

Just as FrostNova found his angle, he saw Big Adam's head being crushed to pieces. His entire body instantly stiffened, then slumped to the ground like trash.

Hateful.

Where did this monster come from?

The person capable of controlling such a powerful Stone Statues must be someone unknown. Yet, FrostNova couldn't recall anyone like this in either the Ursus army or Kazdel.

Never mind, let's capture the leader first!

After FrostNova finished measuring the wind speed, he aimed his crosshair at the Sarkaz behind the Redstone Colossus.

"Bang!"

The crossbow bolt whistled through the air and successfully struck its target from a distance. However, a circular shield appeared around the Sarkaz, blocking the fatal blow.

Oh no, there's a shield too.

Tsk, who is this guy anyway?

Although the stone golems are incredibly destructive, they move slowly, just like Big Adam.

FrostNova was confident he could snipe the masked Sarkaz from a distance before they reached the ground floor.

You have a shield, huh? Come try mine!

FrostNova took out his most powerful crossbow bolt and continued aiming at the motionless Sarkaz.

Not dodging at all?

Now there's no need to repeatedly adjust the aim, and no need to measure the wind speed; you can launch directly.

Take this arrow!

This crossbow bolt was more powerful than the previous one, striking the Mudrock shield and creating ripples.

But she remained standing in the same spot, without moving.

There was a six-second interval between being hit by the first crossbow bolt and being hit by the second. However, Mudrock's shield only needs a little over four seconds to refresh and reset.

In other words, she could stand still and let the other side shoot without getting hurt or being in any danger.

FrostNova saw the red stone man approaching from afar, and calmly nocked his crossbow. He aimed at the same spot, trying to break through the enemy's defenses.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"