A tentacled monster made of Tuanzi suddenly appeared behind me. I fought the enemies in front as I kept walking toward the exit, while Tuanzi stayed at my back.
Tuanzi's tentacles thrashed like a horde of demons.
Every woman who charged at us was pierced through, then tossed to the ground.
But some of the holes punched through them weren't fatal. I raised my hand and cut down another woman rushing to her death,
then barked a command.
"Tuanzi, blades!"
The instant Tuanzi received the order, the ends of more than a dozen broad, flat tentacles changed shape. In the next moment, dozens of sharp
blades appeared at their tips.
I looked like a ghoul from an anime I'd watched before the apocalypse, dozens of appendages whipping about behind me,
their razor-sharp tips wounding anything they touched and killing anything they grazed. Yet the women kept charging without fear.
Their claws had also grown far beyond anything human. What had once been ordinary nails had extended
into pointed triangles,
curving slightly inward, sharp on the outside and hooked on the inside. An ordinary person—even a powerful mutant—
would have been scratched. At this range,
against so many opponents with such unbelievable physical strength, anyone else would probably have died
on the spot, torn to pieces.
Unfortunately for them, they'd run into me. And I had Tuanzi. That made what came next simple.
I pressed forward, rapidly reloading the M500 in my hand.
In fact, I didn't have to load the bullets myself. All I had to do was swing the cylinder open, and Tuanzi would flick rounds out of the pouch at my waist
and slot them neatly into place.
I only had to snap the cylinder shut. The whole thing took less than a second.
I hadn't brought much