699 Heather's Secret: Devour the Light of All Things!

"Holy shit! The devs are at it again—the Calamity Gate is back! Those damn gnolls are dropping plague barrels! Run, brothers!"

The crews of the five steam walkers left behind at Position Eight to hold the line and provide support had gone completely wild. Hell Tiger had watched the entire process, from the moment those plague barrels hit the ground to the moment they took effect.

He really hadn't expected the developers of True Otherworld to pull something this vicious. They'd used plague weapons in such a realistic environment. Did those bastards really not care about leaving the players with incurable psychological trauma?

But events left him no time to think.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, Position Eight, which had just been bustling with noise, fell deathly silent. Greenish mist was everywhere, and the stuff looked highly toxic. The soldiers around them were dropping one after another.

Fortunately, the crews reacted incredibly fast.

The moment the first plague barrel exploded in the gnolls' position, the walkers began retreating from the battlefield as fast as they could. After all, they'd come from another world. Even if they'd never eaten pork, surely they'd seen pigs run?

Obvious chemical weapons like this called for an immediate retreat, didn't they?

Shit!

Those damn gnolls couldn't win fair and square, so they resorted to poison gas.

As Hell Tiger piloted his walker in a rapid retreat, he didn't forget to haul the NPCs who hadn't been poisoned to death aboard. Fortunately, the walker's six legs were nimble enough to carry them quickly over the ridge behind their position.

Even so, the last walker couldn't escape the plague's reach.

The three brothers aboard it lasted less than ten seconds before cursing up a storm and logging off. Hell Tiger felt a pang