The Half-Mutated Ones stormed into the base, and the sleeping Mutated Ones awoke one by one.
A bloody close-quarters battle ensued.
Although both were infected with the Reverse Alpha Reagent, the Half-Mutated Ones, because they were not completely alienated, retained most of the physical characteristics of most people.
Their claws are not as sharp as those Mutated Ones the Mutated Ones, nor are their teeth as keen.
Therefore, at the very beginning of the battle, it was almost a one-sided massacre by the Mutated Ones.
In a single exchange, the blood of the Half-Mutated Ones stained the earth red.
Everywhere were their torn internal organs and severed limbs.
The two advanced Mutated Ones on the water tower haven't even made a move yet.
Even so, the Half-Mutated Ones continued to fight their way in.
For them, death seemed like a relief.
"I'm very curious, what exactly did you promise them that made them work so hard?" Qin Ze couldn't help but ask.
Nangong Xingye said calmly, "It's nothing, just a place in the new world."
Even if they haven't completely mutated, their minds aren't as sharp as they used to be.
"Give them a few empty promises, and they'll risk everything they have."
Nangong Xingye crossed his arms and gazed at the battlefield below.
As he watched the Half-Mutated Ones fall in rows like wheat, his face remained completely expressionless.
They were just cannon fodder; once they died, they died.
For a fleeting moment, Qin Ze even agreed with the fat man's suggestion.
A world without martial artists seems pretty good.
Despite their numerical advantage, the two hundred- Half-Mutated Ones were significantly weaker in combat.
In less than ten minutes, there were almost no Half-Mutated Ones left standing at the entrance of the base.
Those Half-Mutated Ones who had been cut in half but were not yet dead would drag their tattered bodies and try to bite the legs of the Mutated Ones.
Even before they could touch each other, their heads were crushed into a pile of minced meat.
Nangong Xingye withdrew his gaze. "They're truly pathetic. I was hoping they could stall for time a little longer."
"But regardless, the Mutated Ones ' physical strength and energy have been significantly depleted."
"It's our turn next."
Nangong Xingye waved his hand dismissively.
The martial artists who had been hiding in the hollow behind stepped forward.
They kept taking deep breaths, mentally encouraging themselves.
After all, they were new recruits going to the battlefield for the first time, so it would be unrealistic to say they weren't afraid; some of them even had their legs trembling uncontrollably.
In contrast, the clones had been eager to try for a while.
After receiving a signal from Qin Ze, they charged down the mountain like wild dogs, howling as they went.
One by one, they whizzed past the subway martial artists, leaving them feeling bewildered.
"Ritsudo Breakthrough Hand Bull Warrior requests to participate!"
"Don't try to steal my first kill!"
"Can you please stop sending them? Can't you just stay put?"
"The Father of the Gods granted me vision!"
" Self-Destruct Squad, slow down, it's not your turn to blow up yet."
"If you could run as fast as me, that would be absolutely awesome!"
"..."
In just a few seconds, the clones had already rushed to the foot of the mountain.
A group of about a hundred people shouted with the force of a thousand troops.
Even the Mutated Ones in the military base were taken aback.
Seeing this, Nangong Xingye exclaimed, "These are true warriors!"
If he could have such a group of subordinates, not only would reclaiming the Sky Island be within reach, but conquering the world would also be just around the corner.
The subway warriors were also infected by the emotions of their clones.
"Damn it! People die and birds fly, let's just do it!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"After this fight, I'll go back and confess my feelings to her."
"Go for it!"
The subway warriors followed closely behind down the mountain.
At the same time, the clone at the forefront had already engaged in combat with the Mutated Ones.
Since they share the same CPU, the clones' coordination is superb.
Three people per group.
The ancients feigned sleep to lure the enemy.
One of them is responsible for a feint attack from the side.
They then seized the opportunity to launch a fatal sneak attack.
The low-level Mutated Ones at the main entrance were quickly cleared out.
Although some Mutated Ones are quite fierce, they unfortunately lack intelligence and only know how to charge recklessly. Before long, they are kited to death by their clones.
The base has only one entrance, and is surrounded by a three-meter-high wall.
The entrance can only accommodate a maximum of three people walking side by side.
The clones and the more than two hundred subway warriors were completely unable to deploy.
"Demolition team, move in!"
The clones immediately slammed themselves against the wall like pancakes.
Several deafening explosions followed, and a 30-meter section of the wall collapsed.
The subway fighters who witnessed this scene all had tears in their eyes.
This is a true warrior.
They were willing to give everything so that humanity could return to the surface.
The subway warriors were completely inspired by this spirit of selflessness.
Many people even ran ahead of the clone.
This left the clone completely bewildered.
"Hey, don't steal my kill!"
With the wall breached, more than two hundred people were deployed and poured into the base.
The two advanced Mutated Ones hanging upside down on the water tower suddenly opened their eyes.
They spread their wings, which were more than three meters long, and swooped down from the sky at high speed, creating a hurricane on the ground.
Caught off guard, the clones and subway warriors were blown off their feet.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Mutated Ones pounced on them, scratching wildly until their chests were torn apart.
After the two advanced Mutated Ones gained altitude, they were preparing to dive again.
"Your opponent is me!"
With a powerful push from his legs, Nangong launched himself forward like a cannonball from the hillside.
One of the advanced Mutated Ones was distracted and was punched to the ground.
The other Mutated Ones grabbed Nantong's shoulders with both hands and tumbled and rolled in the air in a deathly manner.
Nangong Xingye's right fist pierced through the Mutated Ones's wing. The Mutated Ones screamed in pain and quickly created distance.
The high-level Mutated Ones had fallen to the ground shook his head, roared angrily at the sky, and pounced on Nangong Xingye again.
"Should we go and help?" the Dharma King asked.
The three were still watching the battle from the mountain.
Qin Ze said calmly, "If Nangong Xingye, a Level Seven Martial Artist, can't even handle two brainless Mutated Ones, he might as well commit suicide to atone for his sins."
"If you have nothing to do, you can go to the ground battlefield to provide assistance."
The impatient Dharma King, his body crackling with lightning, rushed into the base.
Leave it to me!
Brother Devour was also itching to join in. "What about me?"
Qin Ze looked at the launch silo in the center of the base, a smile playing on his lips.
"Come with me to steal a chicken."
Taking advantage of the chaotic battle in the sky and on the ground, Qin Ze, escorted by Brother Devour, successfully arrived at the control room of the launch silo.
The control room door was also a gear gate made of a special alloy.
Its sturdiness is self-evident.
"That old man from Nangong didn't give us the key, how do we open the door?"
Brother Devour kept a watchful eye on his left and right, preventing any Mutated Ones from pouncing on him.
Qin Ze pulled a data cable from the administrator's terminal and connected it to the gate.
[Permission verification in progress...]
[Permission verification in progress...]
[Verification successful]
Rumble--
The gear lock on the gate began to turn slowly.
Qin Ze put away the terminal. "The administrators of the shelter have very high privileges."
"All the gates before the war are no problem."
Noticing Nangong's gaze from above, Qin Ze looked up and met his eyes.
Qin Ze saw a hint of panic on Nangong's face.
"Old Deng, do you really think I'm a fool?"