Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1244 - 108: The Great Battle

Chapter 1244: Chapter 108: The Great Battle

Tao Ran seemed to conjure the Time-space Blackfish out of thin air before him, readying to strike, and Dong Zixuan was also about to launch her ability when Tang Zheng stopped her.

"Stop, what are you trying to do?" the middle-aged general bellowed, forcing calm, but anyone could see the fear that lurked behind his fierce exterior. After all, it’s terrifying for anyone to see superpower users and dozens of muzzles pointed at their head.

Over a hundred soldiers simultaneously pulled their bolts back, aiming at Tang Zheng and his group.

The corners of the French Group Leader Lebaye’s mouth twitched, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Dongtao and Tao Ran before settling on Dong Zixuan. Observing her eager demeanor, he assumed she also had an ability.

"Stop guessing, we have four ability users," Tang Zheng plainly told Lebaye, aiming to overwhelm them with his boldness to incite fear.

"Impossible, it took us so much effort to get even two," said the young man with his fist ablaze, his voice sharp like someone who had their privates crushed by an ogre, his face unable to hide his incredulity.

"If I told you there were five of us, it might just kill you with fright," Tang Zheng locked eyes with Lebaye and cut to the chase, "Shall we fight it out first?"

"Hmph, I don’t argue with the impolite. General, don’t let us waste your precious time," Lebaye said with a facade of nobility, actually chickening out—he certainly didn’t believe the opposing claim. Observing Jing Lan and Song Xin’s expressions, it was evident they had also activated their abilities; otherwise, they would have hidden at the back like everyone else by now.

"I don’t care about any feuds you have, but you must not fight here," the general originally kept them because of the demonstrated superpowers of Lebaye’s group, but now he wished they would just leave. The group of Chinese opposite them, especially the captain who remained calm even facing hundreds of guns, was particularly formidable.

"If you aren’t coming, I’ll go by myself," Simpson growled impatiently, unable to wait any longer as he reached out to press the elevator button, holding Eve’s hand.

"Sorry," Yuliya quickly blocked the elevator door.

"Take the other elevators," the general hesitated for a moment then decided that Simpson posed no danger and entered the same elevator as him, still protected by five soldiers.

"Are you military ranks?" Tang Zheng noticed the short-haired man and Yuliya weren’t familiar with the soldiers and asked.

"We just joined. Brother Sheva thinks we need to cooperate in order to resist the enemy," said the short-haired man, showing his admiration for Shevchenko, but he had reservations about this matter, "Yuliya, could you persuade Brother Sheva? We’re just cannon fodder, taking on the most dangerous tasks without corresponding benefits."

"Shut up," Yuliya didn’t want others to see them as a joke; this matter was for Ukrainians to settle.

"Do you still have that drug that controls Lickers? Give me some of it, and I’ll exchange these Firearms with you!" Tang Zheng handed over the Howling Reaper, having captured plenty from the Curl-tongue Captain, enough for one per person.

"Nice gun!" Yuliya praised, opening the leather suitcase handed to her by the general’s aide earlier to boost the rebel force’s strength at the bottom.

The box contained ten test tubes; Yuliya took out three and handed them to Tang Zheng.

"Only use them as a last resort," the short-haired man patted Tang Zheng’s arm, advising cautiously, "Even if you survive in the end, there will be side effects. Hmph, the general just deceives those fools."

"Tang Zheng, can I have one too?" Zhou Meng, unable to attain the seed, was not picky about the potion and was willing to pay any price to protect Su Su.

"Give me one as well," He Lian extended his hand, wanting to live a bit longer, while the other people did not possess such courage.

"Give me one more," Tang Zheng distributed to the newbie, "Don’t worry, who knows, maybe we can go back before death hits us."

Ten minutes later, the group reached the display area a hundred floors underground via the elevator, facing rows of cultivation tanks each containing a Tyrant, which made everyone’s faces change color as they stayed on their guard.

"Doctor, take a look and see if you can make me control them," the general’s initial shock turned into frenzy as he shouted, he had sought Simpson precisely to complete the experiments and find a way to control these biochemical weapons.

"I’ll try again!" Simpson went to the control panel and began operating. Having been one of the deans here, he was familiar with all the equipment.

The general approached a cultivation tank and, looking at the Tyrant suspended in the semi-transparent nutrient solution, imagined himself leading this biochemical battalion across Europe.

"This place is terrifying!" Song Xin clung to Tang Zheng’s arm, surrounded by Tyrants and various other unfinished infected products.

"General, thank you for allowing me to return here," Simpson’s fingers danced like sprites on the keyboard, the screen data refreshing constantly. After completing his task, he leisurely turned to face the general.

"What do you mean?" The general furrowed his brow as those with keen hearing picked up a faint clicking noise, their eyes searching around to find cracks forming on the cultivation tanks.

"What I mean is, your mission is completed; you can die now," Simpson shrugged.

Furious and no fool to deception, the general drew his handgun to kill the doctor, but a rise from the ground of a transparent bulletproof glass wall shielded Simpson, and the bullets, hitting it, were deflected.

"These children are hungry; you will serve as their food," Simpson pressed a button, and the floor beneath him rose, leaving the display area.

"Kill him for me!" the General roared in fury, intent on pursuing Simpson.

"General, let’s leave this place first!" The guard had just spoken when a violent explosion erupted from the elevator shaft, with Simpson activating the defense mechanisms and cutting off everyone’s escape route.

Bang, bang, the cultivation tanks shattered in succession, spilling out copious amounts of nutrient solution. The Tyrants opened their eyes, roared, and leaped down to attack the humans.

The sound of gunfire suddenly intensified, shocking the eardrums, mingled with the thick, heavy gasps of hundreds, steeped in dread.

"Kill them, Zixuan, use lava as a shield!" In the moment of explosion, Tang Zheng raised his gun and sprayed bullets towards the French.

The French also dodged and launched a counterattack at the same time.

A young man with flaming fists waved his hand, and countless fireballs, like meteors, smashed towards the Warhammer team, breaking their formation. On the train, Dong Zixuan and Tang Zheng had discussed her ability usage, and now magma gushed forth, forming a three-meter-high firewall, blocking all attacks.

Zhao Dongtao’s Floating Cannon unfolded on the ceiling and bombarded the French.

"Attention to all survivors, please kill Simpson within half an hour, or all will be wiped out!" the Trojan announcement echoed.

"Damn, I knew something was off with the last mission, no wonder there was no mention of protecting Simpson’s time, it was a hint, killing him to complete the mission." He Lian cursed bitterly, had they realized this earlier, everyone could have completed the mission and returned by now.

The Time-space Blackfish, like a ghost, moved through the chaotic area and appeared behind Lebaye, biting him.

Lebaye grabbed a newbie beside him to use as a meat shield, watching as the newcomer’s skin dried up and withered under the Blackfish’s bites, he hurriedly shouted.

"There’s no time left, ceasefire for now, kill Simpson first."

"That reason is not good enough!" Tang Zheng had already decided to annihilate the French team but, to allay their vigilance, he intentionally whetted their appetite while secretly signaling his companions to attack with full force.

Zhao Dongtao went full firepower, and Dong Zixuan was gathering those Tyrants and Infected attempting to rush over, while the General and his soldiers were trying to fight their way through.

"You have more people and ability users than us, you always have the upper hand, even if we return to the Trojan Room, your score will be higher than ours, we don’t need to slaughter each other here." Lebaye pleaded with Tang Zheng at an extremely fast pace, barely during this brief moment, the newbie had already dried up into a husk, but he still didn’t fully trust Tang Zheng and ordered his subordinates to attack.

A woman waved her left hand, a teleportation gate shining with blue light suddenly appeared, and the remaining six French members drilled through it; in the next second, they appeared behind Tang Zheng’s group.

"They’re behind us!" Liu Man, fearing injury, had stayed at the rear of the group, now facing the French directly.

Rat-tat-tat, the French opened fire, and Liu Man was directly riddled with bullets by the General-purpose machine gun, his body twitched a few times and he fell down face up.

Liu Binshi and Ada, who also stood in the back thinking it was safe, encountered such a bizarre ability and ended up as everyone’s meat shields, unable to escape the gunfire and were hit by bullets; the miner captain died on the spot and Ada was seriously injured.

Song Xin’s Healing Technique came down, but it was already a bit late.

Boom, Dong Zixuan’s lava wall rose, blocking the bullets; the French were also nervous and suddenly appeared, startling the Infected, and were attacked. Had it not been for this distraction from their firepower, a few more from the Warhammer team would have fallen.

The Time-space Blackfish, with a school of fry, shot towards the young man with flaming fists like arrows; Zhao Dongtao’s Floating Cannons emerged from all sides this time, completely encircled them.

Nie Jianhua’s eyesight was good, he spotted the teleportation gate in time and dodged the bullets, but his body was old, and when a Tyrant appeared next to him, he twisted his waist and could no longer dodge.

Poor, the Tyrant swung its single arm, smashing into Nie Jianhua’s head, caving it in instantly, even his eyeballs bulged out.

"Kill that woman first!" Tang Zheng glanced over and spotted the opposing ability user right away, a significant figure clearly close to Lebaye.

The woman was targeted, especially by Zhao Dongtao’s bombardment.

Whoosh, the woman waved her right hand, and a teleportation gate appeared above her head, swallowing all the Cannon Shells, but being a newbie, lacking experience and weaker, she couldn’t withstand the cracked ground, and magma erupted.

The French dodged the lava, split apart, the Time-space Blackfish took the opportunity to bite the youth, he screamed, grabbing the Blackfish, intending to burn it to death.

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