Bloodbath

Kirk and Little Fatty were stunned by the astonishingly powerful fatty in front of them. Was this thing even human?

"I don't care if he's a monster or a Walker. He's blocking our way, so he has to die!" Mori remained cool as ever. He raised the Big Viper and fired. The shot struck the giant Walker right in the eye. A hit to a vital part! The giant clutched its eye, lowered its head, and let out an angry howl!

Kirk was secretly alarmed. This is with the space having excluded the other two five-time-mutated Walkers, and this Walker's abilities have been restricted to some extent. Otherwise, its strength and stamina would be even more ridiculous. The entrance to the research facility is locked now. We're facing three five-time-mutated Walkers, each with more than 25 strength and stamina and over 6,000 health points, head-on in this cramped space. If this Dark Gold Hidden Main Mission isn't tough as hell, we're going to die in no time!

Mori didn't let up. Once his pistol hit the Walker King, it clung to him like the snake it was named after, unleashing a continuous burst of fire.

The Walker King shrieked. Little Fatty cried out excitedly, "Mori, you're a legend! Let me shoot too!" He downed a bottle of "Viagra" [Adrenaline], enjoying the bonuses to firing speed and damage, then grabbed the M16 and happily fired at the Walker King's head. He didn't have any relevant skills, but at this range, with a target that big, he could hardly miss.

The other gunners, like T-Dog and Guillermo, also snapped out of their shock. They seized the opportunity and unleashed a barrage of shotguns, automatic rifles, and pistols!

The Walker King was enraged by the pain. It violently activated [Brute Force Charge]. Its one-ton body shook the ground as it charged!

"Everyone, get out of the way!" Kirk shouted, dragging Little Fatty, who was enjoying shooting, to safety.

The people behind them weren't stupid either. They scattered in every direction. This Walker King was clearly no pushover. Staying alive came first.

After so many days of hellish trials, none of the survivors were idiots. Once they had scattered, they took aim at the Walker's smooth, bare head and unleashed another barrage. Little Fatty kept firing with reckless abandon.

After all, the head was a Walker's only weakness. Keep shooting it until it died.

The Walker was enraged again. It grabbed a five-meter-tall H-beam Support Pillar nearby and swung it through the crowd with the brute force of its 25 strength.

People screamed and scattered in all directions. But one person standing closest had no chance of escaping. The steel pillar swept into his head, and then...

His head was gone!

All that remained was a ghastly white spine, with nerves still twitching inside!

Little Fatty vomited. He had killed Walkers before, but this was the first time he'd seen someone die so "freshly" and horrifically!

There had been no biting, no spray of blood. The Walker had simply swung the pillar as casually as someone sweeping the floor with a slipper, and the person was left in a mangled heap, headless.

It seemed like the most ordinary thing in the world.

Kirk realized his estimate had been badly off. He'd figured 25 strength was equal to the combined strength of five normal men. But watching the Walker King swing that five-ton steel pillar so effortlessly made him realize that 25 strength was no joke. The force behind a single swing was probably over ten tons.

One strike had taken a man's head clean off!

The Walker King seemed ravenous. It approached the headless corpse, still spurting blood, grabbed it, and roared. The body split in two, and a torrent of blood and flesh fell into its gaping maw. Its foolish chuckle now sounded utterly terrifying!

Thinking about having to get close and fight the Walker King, Kirk suddenly felt his butthole tighten!

But there was no other choice. Mori shouted, "You idiot! He looks like he's having a picnic! We can't let him regain his strength! Get up front! Hold the Walker King back! Distract him!"

Kirk gritted his teeth. "Damn it, even a bottom has rights! I'm in!"

He crept up to the Walker King. While it happily chewed on the corpse, Kirk darted in and slashed its lower leg several times, then rolled away like a donkey to dodge the Walker King's furious counterattack!

The Walker King's brute force cracked the floor!

Kirk was no longer the greenhorn who had to kite ordinary Walkers. His agility was now at 7, roughly equal to a Walker's. But thanks to Gonzalez's Feather Boots, his movement speed was increased by 30%, which was crucial. The boots also increased damage by 30% when he used a dagger, raised attack speed by 10%, reduced damage taken by 20%, and increased evasion by 10%. All of this gave him a considerable boost in confidence.

As long as it wasn't certain death, he dared to take risks!

As for attacking the Walker's lower leg instead of its weak point, the head, Kirk had his reasons.

The Walker King had an absurd amount of health. There was no way to kill it quickly. Hitting its head wouldn't do much damage anyway. Its only weakness was that its movement speed was no different from a normal person's. The space had restricted it by keeping the area cramped, but it had also given it a five-meter steel pillar as a weapon, making up for its lack of speed and making the fight much harder. Even so, its slow speed was a serious flaw. If they could concentrate their fire and cripple one of its legs, further reducing its movement speed, then no matter how much health or how strong a defense it had, it would be nothing but a fat, thick-skinned pig waiting to be slaughtered.

Seeing what Kirk was doing, Mori seemed to understand. "Everyone, concentrate your fire on its head and draw its attention!"

Then he joined the fight himself!

Mori was also a burly man, 190 centimeters tall, yet he ran with remarkable agility. He had clearly undergone strict military training. The Walker King let out a savage roar and swept the steel pillar hard across the space in front of Mori!

As everyone cried out in alarm, Mori nimbly rolled to avoid the Walker's sweep, then lunged forward in a standard tactical move. He reached the Walker's leg and viciously slashed its lower calf!

The Walker King screamed. Mori's sharp blade had actually cut a large chunk of flesh from its calf! The Walker had a defense bonus from its 25 stamina, as well as the skill bonus from its special ability [Thick Fat]. Kirk had put all his strength into his last slash and only cut off a piece of skin. Compared to Mori, the difference between master and apprentice in close combat was obvious.

The Walker King brought the steel pillar crashing down again. Mori narrowly dodged it and rolled behind the Walker. He stabbed straight in, driving the steel blade into its calf once more. Even Kirk, standing right beside them, could hear the blade scraping against the Walker's leg bone with a "clack, clack."

The Walker King was furious. It swung the steel pillar up and began spinning wildly through a full 360 degrees!

There was nowhere safe around it now!

This seemed to be its seventh skill, "???," another Melee Skill—and one that could hit everyone around it. (Kirk: Fuck me, this thing can hold its own even in a group fight.)

Mori had clearly jumped, but the fierce wind from the skill swept him back into the steel pillar's whirlwind! The pillar struck him like a home run. He went flying, crashed into another steel pillar midair, and landed with broken bones, blood all over his face, unconscious!

"Mori!" Kirk shouted. Seething with hatred, he leaped toward the Walker King. It had just finished its Steel Pillar Whirlwind and was already a little tired, so Kirk didn't hesitate. He went after its injured right calf, stabbing with all his might using both hands!

After the blade went in, Kirk could feel the muscles inside writhing and squeezing the dagger outward. He hurriedly checked the battle log and nearly broke down. "Contractor No. 4444 attacked the Walker King's leg. Due to the Walker King's stamina defense bonus and the bonus from its special ability [Thick Fat], physical damage was reduced by 80%. The Contractor's attack bonus was 20%. After offsetting these effects, damage was reduced by 60%, dealing 16 damage."

Kirk roared, pulled out the dagger, applied the [Black Mamba Sea Snake] potion to it, then stabbed it in again!

This time was completely different. The Walker King let out a miserable howl and swung the steel pillar straight down. Kirk quickly retreated and dodged to one side. He checked the battle log and grinned broadly. "...dealt 17 physical damage. The [Black Mamba] corrosive agent took effect, dealing 60 corrosion damage."

Note: Walkers were immune to poison damage, but not corrosion damage. Since Walkers corroded easily, they even took additional damage from it.

Kirk kept rolling in and out, repeatedly stabbing the Walker King's right calf with his SEAL Team Special Dagger coated in [Black Mamba]. Meanwhile, T-Dog, Guillermo, Little Fatty, and the others refused to be mere spectators. They kept firing at the Walker King's head and right leg, trying to distract it.

The Walker King lost patience and used the [Steel Pillar Whirlwind] that had just sent Mori flying! Kirk dodged, but the pillar still swept into him. His left arm immediately went numb. He checked the battle log and saw that the blow had taken 41 health points from him. Since the hit to his left arm amounted to 25% of his total health, the arm was crippled and hung limp, completely powerless!

"Damn! That's brutal!" Kirk couldn't help cursing. But at that moment, the Walker King had already used its skill against the buzzing flies on the other side!

[Brute Force Charge]!

One ton of flesh charged forward with the inhuman brute force of 25, pounding across the floor!

The gunners scattered again, but there was always someone unlucky. One of them didn't get out of the way in time. The Walker King knocked him down and drove him screaming into the concrete wall opposite!

Kirk and the others sucked in a breath!

After the impact, the man was no longer recognizable. His body had been crushed into a bloody pulp and "pasted" against the wall, blood all around him, slowly trickling down. The concrete wall had cracked under the tremendous force of the collision!

The Walker King chuckled foolishly. It dipped its fingers into the fresh flesh, put them in its mouth, and licked them with satisfaction!

The people were furious! They raised their guns and opened fire again!

We weren't food! Die, monster!

It was a primal human response to fear of the unknown.

But the gunfire only enraged the Walker King further. It charged again with [Brute Force Charge]!

In this cramped space, less than ten meters wide and only about twenty-five meters long, the fatty monster could bring its brute force to bear at maximum effect!

That was what made this so difficult!

Little Fatty was too focused on his chance to shoot. By the time he tried to dodge the charge, it was already too late!

The speed of [Brute Force Charge] wasn't calculated based on the Walker King's pitiful 7 speed, but on its terrifying strength. It was incredibly fast!

"No! Little Fatty! Move!" Kirk shouted, firing several shots from his pistol. But they couldn't stop the Walker King's charge!

Little Fatty yelled, "I'm not going down without a fight!"

But before he could be hit, his burly mentor T-Dog shoved him out of the way!

As Little Fatty flew through the air, he saw T-Dog's bright white teeth. He'd always thought the Black man was hilarious, and T-Dog could always make him laugh. But he couldn't laugh now!

T-Dog was hit hard and sent flying. He rolled into a table, knocking it over, then lay there groaning, unable to get up.

The Walker King chuckled stupidly and lumbered over to the fallen T-Dog. Gritting his teeth, T-Dog shouted, "Monster, eat this!" As he spoke, he tossed a hand grenade into the Walker King's mouth!

The Walker King happily chewed twice before a violent explosion went off in its stomach!

Its expression shifted. Then its small eyes glared viciously at T-Dog, who had fed it "poison"!

It grabbed T-Dog, hoisted him into the air, then tore him apart!

As Little Fatty screamed, T-Dog was ripped in two! Blood and flesh filled the air once more in front of Kirk and Little Fatty!

Their friend, who had been joking with them just ten minutes ago, had been slaughtered so horrifically!

The two were consumed by rage!

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