My Monster Fuses Everything

Chapter 89: Chapter 88: Southern Prosperous Chemical Plant_2

Continuous gunfire is the best lure, and this visible area is the hunting ground and the battlefield.

Endless monsters kept attacking, some were First Order Inferior meat zombies, but there were also First-level Intermediate monsters like the Giant Claw Zombies.

However, on the side of the South City troops, there was serenity, cool and collected as they pressed their guns and fired, alternating between shooting and covering while reloading.

Bullets mowed down the monsters' lives like scythes, killing four to five hundred monsters in less than half an hour.

"Thump thump thump,"

At that moment, a colossal figure suddenly charged out of the mist, standing five meters tall with tight muscles and an exaggerated tumor forming on its right arm, which had turned into a heavy, keratinous lump, like a meat hammer.

With each step shaking the ground, it strode toward the troops.

Bullets hitting it only caused shallow wounds, and it seemed an impossible task to stop it with bullets before it reached the defensive line.

"Report, a First Order Upper Grade Hammer Bearer!"

Upon seeing this, Guo Wutao's eyes narrowed as he shouted, "Duan Jie, have your Tyrant kill it!"

"At once!"

Duan Jie tossed away his rifle, and the light from the Book of Blood Spirit appeared on his left arm, promptly conjuring a tall figure before him.

Standing five meters tall with muscles solid as a rock, its arms were long enough to reach past its knees, with white bone covering the backs of its massive hands and the protruding knuckles, forming natural brass knuckles.

As soon as the Tyrant appeared, it strode past the armored vehicle and, taking three meters with every step, charged toward the Hammer Bearer.

It leapt high into the air. The Hammer Bearer swung its meat hammer, but in the next moment, the Tyrant's tightly clasped fists had already smashed into the Hammer Bearer's face.

For a while, the two monsters grappled fiercely, with the Tyrant gaining the upper hand, suppressing the meat hammer arm while repeatedly striking the Hammer Bearer's head.

Zhao Yaqian frowned as she watched this, her hand glowing red, and a pitch-black humanoid monster also appeared behind her.

About two and a half meters tall and shrouded in blackness, it still bore a vaguely human shape, its muscular legs slightly bent, arms curved, and dark claws sharp as blades.

Freed, the Tyrant immediately joined forces for the fight.

Three against two, ten minutes later, whether it was the two-headed dog or the Giant Macrophage Dog, both were slain.

The peak of the monster wave also gradually dissipated as the First Order Upper Grade leader monster was killed.

At last, after half an hour, the battle ended, and the bodies of hundreds of monsters lay on the ground, blood staining the soil.

"Clean up the battlefield, twenty minutes later, we'll employ small unit tactics, retake the buildings of the Prosperous Chemical Factory. Apostles and crossbows will coordinate; avoid using thermal weapons if not necessary to prevent chemical explosions."

"Understood."

The team members summoned their Apostles and began cleaning up the battlefield. After a large-scale monster clear-up, small-scale operations were the most dangerous.

Fortunately, with the Apostles' cooperation, the casualty rate would not be too high.

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"Your Apostle sure has changed a lot."

After a phase of battle, Guo Wutao patted Cheng Zhenyong's shoulder.

Cheng Zhenyong grinned and said, "Professor Bai's injection worked well, mutating into a First Order Upper Grade would have taken a long time without it."

"That requires talent too."

Guo Wutao didn't skimp on praising his comrade, saying, "In the entire camp, how many are First Order Upper Grade? Old Yan, me, Duan Jie, Zhao Yaqian, you, and a couple from the Armed Forces and the Security Bureau. All in all, less than ten.

Professor Bai Qiuwen said the effects of the injection were one thing, but the Contractor's Talent and the potential of the type of Apostle also affect the inducement to mutate."

"My potential?"

Cheng Zhenyong chuckled, "If I count as having good potential, then what about Su Han?"

Guo Wutao paused, his gaze firming as he asked, "Are you talking about the Contractor from Happiness Community?"