Chapter 560 Temporary Rest
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The lightning was raging! Dozens of ordinary fog ghosts and two killers who were unable to dodge were instantly turned into charcoal by the violent lightning! Even the ground was blasted into charred deep pits!
"Fox fire burns the sky!" The vertical-pupiled fox girl gave a delicate shout, and the three fox tails behind her (two more were added at some point) stood up at the same time. The dark blue fox fire surged and turned into three roaring giant flaming pythons, rushing into the group of fog ghosts!
Wherever the giant fire python passed, ordinary fog ghosts melted like ice and snow. An armored fog ghost was entangled by a fire python. The hard bone armor made a "crackling" sound under the burning of the dark blue flame and quickly became charred and crispy!
The bandaged boy wandered around the edge of the battlefield like a ghost. The bandages on his body untied automatically and turned into countless slender, tough, black tentacles covered with barbs!
These tentacles drilled into the fog ghosts' bodies like venomous snakes, madly sucking the gray fog energy in their bodies! The fog ghosts that were sucked quickly shrank and withered, and the boy's breath was obviously strengthened a bit.
Xiao Jin's figure on the battlefield was like a whirlwind of death, and the broken shadows turned into a cold curtain of light in her hands.
She did not pursue fancy skills; every swing of the knife was precise, deadly, and concise to the extreme.
The knife flashed, and no matter whether it was an ordinary fog ghost that pounced on it or a killer who tried to launch a sneak attack, after being stiff for a moment, its head and body were separated.
Xiao Jin's knife was fast and full of violent beauty, so fast that only an afterimage was left, and as cold as ten thousand years of ice, reaping lives efficiently.
However, there are too many fog ghosts, and special species are constantly emerging. Even with the help of players, the casualties of soldiers are increasing rapidly.
"Ah! Save me!" A soldier was knocked down by a Corruptor. The dark green venom splashed on his protective suit and corroded it instantly.
As he screamed, his flesh melted like a candle!
"Watch out behind you!" Another soldier had just stabbed an ordinary fog ghost with his bayonet when he was hugged by a lurking suicide bomber on the side! A red light flashed!
"Boom!" The violent explosion swallowed him and several of his comrades around him!
No, if this continues, people will die.
Xiao Jin took a moment to take a look and noticed the soldiers' predicament.
She threw out the 'Flying Chess' piece, which landed on the ground and turned into a human form.
Xiao Jin: "Go and help."
The chess pieces quickly ran to the soldier's side.
At first the soldiers were shocked when they saw it, but they wondered if this was some new type of fog ghost.
However, Xiao Jin's voice came from behind: "This is my summon, you don't have to worry about it. If you encounter difficulties, it will help you resist damage."
Anyway, the chess pieces of 'Flying Chess' can be regenerated.
Lose some, and they will come back again once the cooling time is up.
The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Xiao Jin's words.
At the same time, support from other players also arrived.
In order to reduce casualties, the injured NPCs were quickly taken out of the battlefield by the players. Gradually, only Xiao Jin and her group were left fighting in the front.
The battle lasted for nearly half an hour, and the entire battlefield was as cruel as a meat grinder.
When the last armored fog ghost was smashed to pieces by the wizard's lightning and the fox girl's fire python, the remaining ordinary fog ghosts finally began to retreat like a tide, disappearing in the thick red fog deep in the ruins.
Xiao Jin and the others had no intention of chasing after them.
Firstly, everyone needs to rest and wait for the item cooldown to refresh. Secondly, killing ordinary fog ghosts will only earn points, and the most important special fog ghosts that can drop purification serum have all been killed.
Then the rest is not that important!
The battlefield was dead silent, with only the crackling sound of flames and the painful groans and heavy breathing of the wounded.
The gun smoke mixed with the strong smell of blood and the unique smell of rotten fog ghosts, forming a nauseating smell. The ground was covered with a thick layer of gray fog ghost ashes, which felt like sand when stepped on.
At the same time, on top of the ashes, there were also glaring red dots - those were the soldiers' broken limbs, pools of coagulated blood, and scattered equipment debris.
Several armored vehicles were completely turned into burning scrap metal, black smoke billowed up and was swallowed by the thick fog.
Zhao Chun was leaning on his gun, standing next to an armored vehicle covered with claw marks and corrosion marks. One of his arms hung limply, and blood soaked his sleeve.
He looked around, his only remaining right eye was bloodshot, and his eyes were tired and heavy.
Of the more than thirty elite soldiers who set out, only less than half were still standing, and almost all of them were injured.
The medic was kneeling on the ground, pressing in vain on a soldier whose chest had a large hole corroded from it, but the man twitched a few times and soon died.
The situation on the players' side was slightly better, but except for Xiao Jin, the man in black armor, and Yu Liu (although Yu Liu's face was pale, it seemed that he was just overexerted), the others also showed signs of fatigue.
The light of the wizard robe player's staff dimmed a lot, the fox girl's three tails hung limply, the black tentacles on the bandaged boy's body retracted, the bandages were tightened again, and his breathing became a little disordered.
There were two weaker players. One had a large piece of flesh corroded off his arm, and was stuffing a red pill into his mouth with a grimace. The other seemed to be mentally exhausted, leaning against a cement slab and gasping for breath.
As for the dead people, there were actually two.
Xiao Jin had noticed that these two people were extremely unlucky to be besieged and were killed in the explosion before they even had a chance to escape.
"This is too bad. Two of them died before they even meet the boss." A player stood aside and made sarcastic remarks, while the others did not interrupt.
This is indeed the case.
Most people are sarcastic about those who clearly have no ability but still want rewards.
"Count casualties... Treat the wounded..." Zhao Chun's voice was hoarse like a broken bellows, and every word was filled with a heavy sense of powerlessness.
He wiped the mixture of blood and sweat from his face and looked at the ruins that looked like the remains of a giant beast.
"We can't go any further. We are exhausted. Going in would mean death. We need to find a place...build a temporary defense point and rest...we must rest."
Even if Zhao Chun wanted to move forward as quickly as possible, the facts did not allow him to do so.
Players think the same way.
The soldiers carried out the orders silently, their faces showing the confusion of surviving a disaster and the grief of losing their comrades.
Supporting each other, they cleared obstacles and set up simple fortifications at a relatively solid angle formed by collapsed load-bearing walls at the edge of the ruins.
At the same time, they lit a bonfire, boiled water, dried wet and cold clothes, and distributed the few remaining compressed dry food and water.
The players gathered a little further away, around another campfire.
Yu Liu took out a small silver wine flask from somewhere, took a sip, and the smile returned to his face, but there was still solemnity in the depths of his eyes.
The wizard robe player closed his eyes and meditated, with his staff across his knees. The fox girl carefully washed the small tuft of hair on the tip of her tail that had been corroded with clean water.
The bandaged boy lowered his head. From the gaps in the bandages wrapped around his arms, black mist seeped out and then retreated, as if he was repairing himself.