Bloody Battle

Kirk and Little Fatty were stunned by the terrifyingly powerful fatty before them. Was he 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 said coolly, raising his Big Viper. With a bang, he shot the giant fat Walker right in the eye. The eye was a Vital Part, and the giant fatty immediately covered his eye, lowering his head and roaring in fury.

Kirk's heart sank. "This is still the result of the space excluding the other two 5th-evolution Walkers, and this Walker's abilities are also somewhat restricted. Otherwise, his strength and stamina would be even more ridiculous. Now the lab door is locked tight. In such a cramped space, going head-to-head with three 5th-evolution Walkers, each with over 25 Strength and Stamina and over 6000 Health Points... If this Dark Gold Hidden Main Mission isn't handled carefully, we'll be dead in an instant!"

Mori pressed his advantage. Once his pistol hit, just like its name "Big Viper," it locked onto the evolved Walker King and fired continuously!

The Walker King screamed in agony. Little Fatty shouted excitedly, "Brother Mori is awesome! Little Fatty's gonna shoot too!" He downed the "Viagra" [Adrenaline] in one gulp, enjoying the boost to Attack Speed and damage, then grabbed his M16 and started blasting at the Walker King's head. He didn't have any relevant skills, but at this range, with a head that big, missing was almost impossible.

The other Gunners, like T-Dog and Guillermo, snapped out of their shock and seized the opportunity, unleashing a barrage of shotguns, automatic rifles, and pistols!

The Walker King, enraged by the pain, violently activated its skill [Brute Force Charge]. A full ton of weight shook the ground as it charged forward!

"Everyone, move!" Kirk yelled, dragging Little Fatty, who was still having a blast shooting, out of the way.

The others weren't stupid either; they scattered like birds. This Walker King was clearly not to be trifled with—survival came first.

After so many days of hellish trials, none of the survivors were brainless. Once they scattered, they aimed at the Walker's bare, massive head and opened fire again. Little Fatty kept shooting arrogantly.

After all, the Walker's only weak point was its head. Just keep pounding it until it dies.

The Walker was provoked again. It grabbed a nearby H-beam Support Pillar, a full five meters tall, and with its monstrous 25-point Strength, swung it in a wide arc across the crowd.

People screamed and scattered in all directions, but the closest one had no chance. The steel beam caught him right in the head, and then...

His head was gone!

Only a pale cervical spine remained, nerves still twitching and writhing inside!

"Ugh," Little Fatty vomited. He had killed Walkers before, but this was the first time he'd seen such a "fresh" and gruesome death!

No biting, no blood spray—just a light swing, like someone swatting a Cockroach with a slipper, sending body and head flying apart in a mess.

As if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Kirk realized he had miscalculated badly. He had estimated that 25 Strength was the combined strength of five normal men. But seeing the Walker King casually swing that five-ton steel beam like it was nothing, it was clear that 25 Strength was no joke. Each swing probably packed over ten tons of force.

One hit, and a man's head was gone!

The Walker King seemed ravenous. It approached the headless corpse still spraying blood, grabbed it, and let out a roar. The body split in half, and a torrent of blood and flesh poured into its gaping maw. Its heh heh laughter now sounded utterly terrifying!

Thinking about how he'd have to get close and fight the Walker King in melee, Kirk suddenly felt his own ass clench tight!

But there was no other choice. Mori shouted, "Idiot kid, it's having a picnic! Don't let it recover its stamina! Get in front! Block the Walker King! Distract it!"

Kirk gritted his teeth. "Damn it, even a bottom has rights! I'll go all out!"

He crept up to the Walker King, and while it was happily chewing on the corpse, he quickly slashed deep into its calf several times, then rolled away like a lazy donkey, dodging the Walker King's furious counterattack!

Under the Walker's brute force, the ground itself cracked!

Kirk was no longer the rookie who used to kite ordinary Walkers. His Agility had reached 7 points, on par with the Walker, but thanks to Gonzalez's Feather Boots, his movement speed was boosted by 30%—a crucial advantage. Other bonuses included a 30% damage increase when using daggers, 10% Attack Speed boost, 20% damage reduction, and 10% evasion. All of this gave him considerable confidence.

As long as death wasn't guaranteed, he was willing to take risks!

As for attacking the Walker's calf instead of its weak point—the head—Kirk had his own reasoning.

The Walker King had an absurd amount of Health Points; killing it quickly was impossible. Even hitting its head wouldn't deal much damage. Its only real weakness was its Action Speed, which was no different from a normal human's. The space had restricted the area, but it had also given the Walker King a five-meter steel beam as a weapon to compensate for its lack of speed, raising the difficulty. Still, its slowness was a fatal flaw. If they could focus fire and cripple one of its legs, further reducing its speed, then no matter how much health or Defense Power it had, it would just be a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

Mori saw what he was doing and thought for a moment. "Everyone, concentrate fire on its head! Draw its attention!"

Then he made his move!

Mori was a tall man, 190 centimeters, but he moved with exceptional agility, clearly having undergone rigorous military training. The Walker King let out a wild roar and swung the steel beam heavily in front of Mori!

As the crowd gasped, Mori rolled nimbly, dodging the Walker's horizontal sweep, then lunged forward in a standard tactical maneuver, landing beside the Walker's leg. He viciously slashed his knife across its calf!

The Walker King screamed in pain. Mori's sharp blade carved off a large chunk of flesh! Given the Walker's 25-point Stamina defense bonus and its [Thick Fat] skill, Kirk's full-strength slash earlier had only managed to peel off a bit of skin. Compared to Mori, the gap in melee combat ability was clear.

The Walker King slammed the steel beam down again. Mori dodged by a hair's breadth, rolling behind the Walker, and thrust his blade straight into its calf once more. Kirk, standing closest, could hear the crunch of the blade grinding against the bone inside the Walker's leg.

The Walker King was furious. It swung the steel beam in a 360-degree spin, going wild!

Now there were no blind spots!

This seemed to be its "???" seventh skill—a Melee Skill, and an indiscriminate group-fighting skill at that. (Kirk: "Damn, even in a group fight, it doesn't lose out.")

Mori had already jumped, but the gale force from the skill pulled him back into the steel beam's whirlwind! He was sent flying like a home run, crashing into another steel beam mid-air. Bones snapped, blood poured from his face, and he lost consciousness!

"Mori!" Kirk shouted. Filled with hatred, he leaped toward the Walker King. The Walker, now somewhat exhausted after its Steel Pillar Whirlwind, was vulnerable. Kirk didn't hesitate—he went straight for its already injured right calf, gripping his dagger with both hands and driving it in with all his might!

Once the blade was in, Kirk felt something inside the muscle writhing and pushing against the dagger. He quickly checked the battle log and nearly broke down: "Contractor No. 4444 attacks the Walker King's leg. Based on the Walker King's Stamina defense bonus and [Thick Fat] skill bonus, physical damage is reduced by 80%. Contractor's attack bonus is 20%. After offset, damage is reduced by 60%, dealing 16 damage."

Kirk roared, pulled out the dagger, coated it with [Black Mamba Sea Snake] poison, and stabbed it back in!

This time, it was completely different. The Walker King howled in agony and swung the steel beam downward. Kirk quickly retreated to the side, checked the battle log, and grinned wide: "...Deals 17 physical damage. [Black Mamba] corrosion poison activates, dealing 60 corrosion damage."

Note: Walkers are immune to poison damage but not corrosion damage. Due to the Walker's advanced decay, the corrosion damage is even amplified.

Kirk kept rolling back and forth, repeatedly plunging the SEAL Team Special Dagger coated with [Black Mamba] into the Walker King's right calf. Meanwhile, T-Dog, Guillermo, and Little Fatty refused to be mere spectators, pouring bullets nonstop at the Walker King's head and right leg, trying to distract it.

The Walker King grew impatient and used its [Steel Pillar Whirlwind] again, the same move that had sent Mori flying! Kirk barely dodged, but the steel beam still grazed him. His left arm went numb instantly. Checking the battle log, he saw that single graze had taken 41 Health Points. His left arm, having taken 25% of his total Health in damage, was now Crippled—limp and useless!

"Shit! That's brutal!" Kirk couldn't help cursing. But just then, the Walker King activated its skill against the buzzing flies behind it!

[Brute Force Charge]!

A ton of flesh, driven by inhuman 25-point Strength, charged forward with a thunderous thump thump thump!

Several gunmen scattered again, but there's always a unlucky bastard in this world. One gunner didn't dodge in time and was knocked down by the Walker King, screaming all the way as he was pinned against the concrete wall across the way!

Kirk and his group sucked in a cold breath!

After the impact, that man was no longer in human shape. Reduced to a pulp of flesh and blood, he was tightly "plastered" against the wall, surrounded by blood that slowly trickled down. The concrete wall had cracked under the immense force of the collision!

The Walker King chuckled stupidly, dipped a finger in the fresh flesh and blood, put it in his mouth, and licked it with satisfaction!

The people were enraged! They grabbed their guns and opened fire again!

We're not your damn food! Die, monster!

This was humanity's instinctive fear of the unknown.

But the shooting only angered the Walker King again, and he launched another [Brute Force Charge] !

In this narrow space less than 10 meters wide and only about 25 meters long! This fat, bloody monster's brute strength could reach its full potential!

This was the ultimate difficulty!

Little Fatty was too focused on his shooting timing; by the time he wanted to dodge this charge, it was already too late!

The speed of this Brute Force Charge wasn't calculated based on the Walker King's pathetic 7 points of speed, but on his terrifying strength, so it was extremely fast!

"No! Little Fatty! Dodge!" Kirk shouted, firing his pistol repeatedly, but it couldn't stop the Walker King's charge!

Little Fatty yelled, "I won't accept this!"

But before he was knocked down, the big black guy, T-Dog, shoved Little Fatty out of the way!

Then Little Fatty saw T-Dog's gleaming white teeth in midair. He always thought this black Uncle was hilarious, always making him laugh, but now he couldn't laugh at all!

T-Dog was sent flying by the heavy impact, tumbling into a table and groaning on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The Corpse King giggled stupidly, stomped heavily over to the fallen T-Dog, who gritted his teeth and roared, "Monster, eat this!" as he shoved a single grenade into the Corpse King's mouth!

The Corpse King happily chewed twice, then a violent explosion detonated inside his stomach!

His expression shifted, then his small eyes glared viciously at T-Dog, who had fed him the "poison"!

He grabbed T-Dog and lifted him up, then tore him apart!

Amid Little Fatty's screams, T-Dog was ripped in half! A rain of flesh and blood appeared before Kirk and Little Fatty again!

A friend who had been laughing and joking just 10 minutes ago had suffered such a brutal slaughter!

Both men were burning with rage!