Chapter 231 - Land of the Living Dead (Part II)
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After an unknown amount of time, Bridget suddenly opened his eyes under his overturned helmet. The helmet was activated for night vision. Under the infrared vision, the base passage was covered in a layer of red light, but it was clearly visible.
Nothing.
Bridget looked around to make sure that there was nothing else within a hundred meters of him. That was to say, the feeling of danger that had suddenly flashed through his heart just now was only an illusion.
However, in this underground base that resembled a monster's lair, Bridge did not dare to be negligent. He drew two folded alloy scimitars from behind his waist. The scimitars were shaped to confuse the enemy, and if necessary, Bridget could use them as boomerang to kill the enemy. Before joining Asgard, Bridget had been a famous hunter in the wilderness.
It was a common occurrence for him to gather the lives of his prey from a distance of a hundred meters.
With the weapon in hand, Bridget calmed down a little. He continued to maintain his sitting posture, using this posture that saved the most energy in his body to maintain vigilance. Behind his cloth was a solid wall. Nothing could attack him from behind. In front of Bridge was the corner of the passageway. From his direction, he could see a hundred meters in front of him. His line of sight was wide, and there was no sign of a sneak attack.
Although this person usually looked like he was smiling, his actions were extremely careful and he rarely made any mistakes. That was why Anthony had asked him to be in charge of monitoring the whereabouts of the few people present.
After making sure there was no danger, Bridget closed her eyes again. In this quiet environment, if you stare at something for too long, you get tired. A sense of tiredness, on the other hand, makes the nerves slow down and slow down with a dangerous sense of touch. As a hunter, Bridget was used to using her ears instead of her eyes to spy on her prey.
Not long after he closed his eyes, a sound of rolling wheels came from afar. It was as if some mischievous child was rolling a glass bottle at Bridget.
Naturally, there wouldn't be any children in the underground base.
The moment Bridget opened her eyes, she bounced up in a strange position. If one looked carefully, he would see that Bridget had no strength in his arms or legs, but was instead propped up against the wall like a monster with claws on its back.
His body leaned forward slightly as he bent the scimitar towards the ground. If anyone who was familiar with Bridget was here, they would know that he had entered a state of combat. And it was the all-out war. In fact, Bridget's nerves were now breaking down. He was sure that the sense of danger from before wasn't an illusion. If it wasn't for that, there wouldn't have been this damned rolling sound.
In the infrared vision, Bridget could see in the helmet that on the other side of the tunnel something round was rolling toward him. He let out a groan as he waved his right hand and used the half-moon blade.
The swiftly spinning scimitar let out a humming sound as it came close to the ground to meet the suspicious object. The scimitar cut into the ground at an angle. The scimitar flicked up the round object and threw it into the distance. After completing this mission, the scimitar turned back the way it came and was firmly caught by Bridge.
Even if it was a grenade, it would still be blown away by the force of Bridget's machete, at least dozens of meters away. Even if it exploded, it wouldn't be able to threaten him. But at the end of his line of sight, the thing that had bounced against the wall did not explode. Instead, the sound of glass shattering could be heard.
Feeling strange, Bridget went up. In infrared vision, the walls were splashed with liquid. Only in infrared vision, the color had changed its original color, and Bridget couldn't tell what liquid it was. He switched back to normal visual mode and turned on the light source on his helmet.
The white light fell on the wall, creating a heart wrenching red. He took off his helmet and sniffed at the wall. Suddenly, a strong smell of blood entered his nose.
It was blood!
At the same time, he heard heavy breathing coming from the direction of the passage.
He suddenly looked forward, only to see a black shadow suddenly scurrying out of the darkness. The speed of the black shadow was extremely fast, leaving afterimages in the air. It pounced on Bridget, who gritted his teeth. The two sabers in his hands left his hands at the same time, spinning and attacking in two different directions. At the same time, Bridget threw himself backwards, immediately dodging the black shadow's attack.
Unexpectedly, the black shadow suddenly stopped in its tracks, and its sharp, hard claws created a series of sparks on the ground. In a flash, it stopped and jumped up, grabbing onto the ceiling as it quickly crawled towards Bridget.
This time, Bridge finally saw clearly, it was a Ripper!
The Ripper, as a branch of the zombie's path of evolution, maintained its humanoid form. However, his arms and legs had already transformed into sharp bone blades and sharp claws that could easily tear apart large animals. The Ripper in front of him was a middle-aged man. The living corpse still had the human face, but its body was like that of a wild beast. The Ripper was much smaller than normal, but at the same time it made them fast and agile.
The scimitar missed and turned back.
At the same time, the Ripper on the ceiling released both of its hands and pressed down towards Bridge.
He caught the scimitar and slashed it upward, but no one noticed who it was that deliberately lured the Ripper over with blood. The scimitar made of alloy shot out a cold beam from the light. It was aimed at the head of the Ripper.
For a living corpse that was difficult to kill, beheading or decapitating was the most appropriate method. At this moment, Bridget showed the calmness of a high-end hunter. The scimitar's trajectory was accurately aimed at the Ripper's neck. If it wasn't for the mutated corpse using its sharp finger blades to catch Bridget's scimitar, the hunter would have almost succeeded.
The Ripper closed its blade-sharp fingers around the curved blade and moved it to the right.
Bridger screamed. Although his arm was not torn off by the Ripper's great strength, it had been dislocated. He did not suspect anything. The scimitar in his left hand sliced through the abdomen of the living corpse. The sound of leather breaking was heard as the scimitar cut open the torso of the zombie. However, the Ripper acted as if it didn't feel it at all. It bit down at Bridget's right arm with its mouth.
With a single bite and a tug, the round proboscis that was full of sharp teeth immediately brought up a chunk of Bridge's flesh and nerves. Bridget cried out in pain, and at the same time she stabbed the Ripper in the neck with the scimitar in her left hand. With another thrust, the Ripper's head flew away, and in the mouth of the head, even as it did so, it swallowed the torn flesh from Bridget's hand.
After chewing for a while, the living corpse swallowed it. However, the head had been severed, and the piece of flesh had slipped out of the severed throat.
He pushed the corpse away and stood up. Looking at his mangled right arm, he cursed, "Damn it!"
Just like countless of science fiction's zombies, among the rows of teeth of living corpses, four of them were hollow. One of them is connected to the poisonous glands in the gums. At the same time that the prey is bitten, the living corpse will infuse the virus in the poison gland into the prey, transforming the prey into its own kind.
The level of the poison of the Ripper was obviously higher than that of an ordinary living corpse. As soon as Bridget was bitten by it, his face was covered in a layer of black gas. He didn't care about anything else as he quickly took out a field first aid potion from the equipment on his back. He didn't know if this thing could neutralize the Ripper's virus, but he clenched his teeth and inserted the needle into the artery on his neck.
With a press of his hand, the liquid from the syringe poured into Bridget's body. Bridget's right arm was numb, but after the injection she began to feel pain. Bridget was happy instead of alarmed. The pain in his arm had returned, which meant that the syringe had worked.
Just as he reached out to pick up the curved dagger on the ground, he heard a series of bone chilling growls coming from behind him. Bridge took a cold firework from his walker, lit it, and threw it into the darkness of the passage. A pale light flashed through the darkness of the passageway and landed on the ground.
A moment later, a decayed palm gripped the Cold Smoke Fireball and lifted it up. Then a woman's face appeared in the firelight. It could be said that the facial features of this woman's face were exquisite, especially her lips, which were thick and full of cloth. If it had been a different time and place, maybe Bridget would have whistled for her sexuality.
But now, looking at the female corpse and the hundreds of swaying figures behind her, Bridget didn't have any thoughts.
"Damn it, what's going on? "Didn't they say that there are no strange creatures in the first layer of the underground world? What the hell is the purpose of these living corpses?"
While Bridge was cursing, the corpse quickly ran towards the operating platform where the vanguard team was located. Behind him, the live corpse of the woman with the Cold Smoke Bomb threw it on the ground and chased after Bridget with a shriek. Behind the female corpse, there were even more living corpses running at a speed comparable to that of a rabbit.
Bridget had only run a few steps when she heard a thudding sound behind her. He looked back in a hurry and saw that the dozen or so living corpses were moving too fast, causing him to lose control and crash into the wall. But when they got up, they shook their heads and ran after Bridget.
In the room where the control room was located, Anthony's eyes were opened by a knock on the door. He looked warily at the door and winked at Luca.
Luca made a sign to Gail, another melee player. The two of them took out their weapons and covered the door.
Outside the door, Bridget's voice called hastily, "Open the door!"
Luca frowned. He made a gesture that could be used at any time, then winked at Gale to signal for him to open the door.
When the door opened, Luca saw Bridget's bedraggled figure. Lucca asked in astonishment, "What's wrong with you?"
"There is..." Bridget was about to say something, but was suddenly dragged away by something. He jumped backwards and disappeared into the darkness, screaming.
Luca rushed out and turned on his own visible light source. The light shot forward, and a group of living corpses surrounded Bridge, gnawing at his body. After being split up by the corpses, Bridge could only weakly raise his left hand. But not long after, the hand drooped.
Lucca took a deep breath, then gestured for everyone inside to retreat.
More and more living corpses were attracted by the stench of blood in the air. With the firepower of the vanguard, it was impossible for them to fight against so many living corpses. As a result, they could no longer stay at the exit to the first floor. Although he was unwilling, he had no choice but to leave.