Toxic Fog

White smoke rose.

The fortification has a dedicated exhaust and ventilation system. The billowing smoke triggered a warning line, and the white smoke was quickly drawn away.

The visibility improved somewhat, but the toxins remained, and the white smoke continued to billow out.

"Ah! My eyes!" A sudden, painful scream rang out. Among the resting Meto soldiers, one soldier's helmet visor was mostly covered by an orange-yellow poison, severely impairing his vision.

While fighting outside, he dared not make any rash moves. Now that he felt safe, he unbuckled the buckle around his neck and took off his helmet.

What he didn't expect was that the white smoke rising from the protective suit was also highly corrosive. As soon as his facial skin was exposed, he felt a stinging pain.

Even more terrifying is that the eyes, which are even more delicate than skin, suffered even more severe damage after coming into contact with the white mist. He had only slightly obstructed his vision before, but now he was completely blind.

He instinctively covered his eyes with his hands, forgetting that his gloves were still covered with a large amount of orange-yellow toxins. If the white smoke produced by these toxins was so potent, one can only imagine how dangerous the toxins themselves were.

A sound like pork being dropped into hot oil rang out, accompanied by an even more agonizing scream. More white mist rose from the soldier's face, mixed with some yellow mist, and a pungent, unpleasant odor emanated from it.

"Ah! Help me!" The soldier rolled on the ground in pain. The poison was extremely potent; in just a few seconds, most of the skin on his face had disappeared, exposing the bones, which were streaked with blood.

The pain drove the soldier to madness; he abruptly scrambled to his feet and began shouting aimlessly in all directions.

The corroded skin turned into toxic blood that flowed down his body. Soon, his roars became hoarse, followed by violent coughing. Finally, his throat was dissolved and he lost his voice completely.

The soldier was tormented by persistent, excruciating pain. He flailed his arms wildly, as if trying to attack something, or perhaps trying to express something.

"Biu!" A red beam of light flashed, striking the soldier precisely in the head, leaving a charred hole. The Meto's body jerked to a halt, his movements abruptly stopping, before he slowly collapsed to the ground.

Not far away, the commander put away his weapon and remained silent. The other soldiers also said nothing. Perhaps for the fallen soldier, this was the best outcome.

Perhaps that's what he was trying to express by waving his arms.

But this can no longer be confirmed.

But nobody cared anymore. This soldier might have just left a little earlier than the others. If he had just stopped briefly on the road, he could have waited for more of his comrades.

"Don't take off your protective suits, these toxins are extremely potent!" came the commander's hoarse voice.

Even without his reminder, the soldiers, seeing the horrific state of their comrades, wouldn't deliberately seek out such a commotion. Some soldiers secretly placed a grenade in the most convenient spot.

Even if I have to die, I want to choose a quick and painless way to die.

The Zerg outside continued their relentless advance, and in several intense battlegrounds, no one even knew what had just transpired. The atmosphere in the hall became extremely oppressive, with everyone silently lost in thought.

Several soldiers turned off their communicators, and faint sobs echoed from inside their helmets. Outsiders could only guess what was going on from their slightly trembling bodies.

But given the current situation, there's nothing more anyone can do for others.

White smoke rose slowly and was drawn into the exhaust pipe. But when the Meto Race built the fortifications, they probably never expected to encounter this situation; otherwise, even if they had to pay several times more, they would have upgraded the materials used in the fortifications to a much higher grade.

Although the white smoke is much less corrosive than the orange-yellow toxic substance itself, it has its own advantage: it can penetrate anywhere.

Some weak points in the pipeline gradually corroded and developed holes, allowing white smoke to enter and amplify the damage. Some electronic devices and circuits that were not properly protected were attacked by the white smoke and were damaged in a short time.

Several soft explosions were heard, and the lights inside the fortification flickered a few times before going out most of them, plunging the room into darkness and startling everyone.

Before they could react, just seconds later, the backup system activated, and the hall was lit up again. But the Meto soldiers were far from relaxed.

Sure enough, a few more explosions were heard shortly afterward. This time the lights worked fine, but the ventilation fan slowly stopped turning.

The ventilation system had no backup, and after the exhaust fans stopped working, the concentration of white smoke in the hall increased at a visible rate, quickly becoming smoky again.

Under the blanket of white smoke, everything inside the room showed signs of corrosion, including firearms and explosives. If anything went wrong, the group would be sitting on a pile of dynamite.

The bad news didn't stop there; a cry of pain came through the communicator.

The commander glanced around; visibility inside the building was already very low, and from his vantage point, more than half of the soldiers were hidden in the white smoke.

"Everyone on alert! Report what's going on?" With their vision obstructed, the commander could only shout, ordering his soldiers to report the situation.

"Sir, my arm suddenly hurt a little... Ah!" Before the soldier could finish his report, an uncontrollable scream escaped his lips.

The commander quickly stood up. Although he couldn't find the soldier's location, fortunately, there were other teammates around the soldier. With their guidance, the commander quickly led his men to find him.

The soldier was seen clutching his left arm with his right hand, rolling on the ground in apparent pain.

"What happened?"

But the soldier seemed not to hear the commander's question, only groaning unconsciously, while his right hand began to scratch his left arm as if it had been attacked.

The commander shouted twice more, and after receiving no response, gestured to the soldiers beside him. Several soldiers immediately stepped forward, intending to subdue him.

But the wounded soldier seemed to be stimulated by something, his strength suddenly increased, his right hand fingers suddenly inserted and hooked onto something, and then he pulled hard, tearing a large piece of the protective suit on his left arm.

Instantly, a piercing scream rang out. Having lost the protection of his suit and been directly exposed to the omnipresent white mist, his left arm visibly began to foam, blister, rot, and fester...

The horrifying scene startled the soldiers who had approached to subdue him, causing them to hastily retreat several steps. After realizing he posed no threat, the soldiers returned and pinned him down.

The commander drew a short dagger from his waist, took a few steps forward, and with a swift stroke, a section of forearm bone, already mostly gone, flew off without the protection of the protective suit.

With a "thud," the severed limb fell to the ground, but the medic, staring at the scene before him, didn't know what to do.

Thank you to Useless Halo for the 600 Qidian Coins reward, and thank you to Book Guest Good Brother Shuke for the 100 Qidian Coins reward.