Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1592 - 54: Heavy Casualties

Chapter 1592: Chapter 54: Heavy Casualties

Tang Zheng also thought about finding a place to hide and hunting the Chief after his body recovered, but seeing the commotion the primitive humans had stirred up, it was clear they were determined to win.

Trojan changed the mission, and those lower-ranked Chiefs definitely became hot commodities, with those strong Group Leaders surely taking the initiative to strike.

The primitive humans weren’t idiots; after losing some Chiefs, they would inevitably stick together. By then, killing another would be too difficult, and even if they didn’t, the remaining ones were almost certainly high-ranking Chiefs.

"Gamble on it, hope that the French can beat the Chief half to death." Tang Zheng was all in, and if all else failed, he would use the even more powerful Queen’s Decree.

When another Chief abandoned his Warhammer team and caught up riding a Pterosaur, the British Group Leader decisively gave up resistance and fled with the French.

"Group Leader, don’t leave us behind." The Group Members called out, but to no avail.

"As long as I live to return, I will surely resurrect you all." The British Group Leader said a promise that he never intended to keep, accelerating the car to its fastest speed, "Don’t attack me, or we’ll both be screwed."

"I’m not that treacherous," the French Group Leader said with a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. He really wanted to take down the Group Leader’s vehicle and leave him to face the Chief, "But you’re really ruthless, abandoning even your Group Members."

"Don’t try to provoke me, it’s useless," the British Group Leader sped up the car, planning to use the French as a delay to escape the Chiefs’ pursuit. Once out of their sight, he could use Armed Hellfire to escape, otherwise if he used it now, he would surely be the first to be killed.

The French Group Leader hesitated; he guessed the opponent’s intentions. To survive, this was the only way, but it also meant giving up all Group Members.

Without the Group Leader’s commands, the British survivors were like loose sand, even with two British Third-orders, they were no help at all, all overturned by the Chiefs.

The French Group Leader’s hesitation cost him the last chance to choose; the Chief caught up to them. However, the British Group Leader’s luck was also very bad, as being the furthest away, he was targeted first.

"Aren’t you going to come and help?" The British Group Leader roared, cursing his bad luck under his breath.

"Kill!" The French Group Leader didn’t decline, knowing there was a chance of winning if they fought together, but going it alone would mean certain death.

"You, go see what’s happening over there," the British Fourth-order Chief ordered the British Third-order Chief, casually blasting a survivor’s head open.

The Warhammer team’s flying machines moved forward five meters off the ground, so they could jump off in time if attacked, avoiding death by high-altitude falls.

Standing on the Pterosaur’s back, the British Third-order Chief saw the flying machine and hurled his Javelin directly at it.

"Land!" Tang Zheng fired a Gravity Bomb, hitting the javelin and destroying it.

"Lucky hit, that should be British Third!" Jiang Xiuming was thrilled when he deduced the enemy’s rank based on the attack power, "Let’s kill it before the other Chief arrives."

The Chief, fearless in the face of death, held his Curved knife and jumped off the Pterosaur, crashing to the ground like a meteor.

"Focus fire!" Following Dantai’s order, various skills were hurled at the Chief.

"Queen’s Decree, reduce the descent speed by one third!" Tang Zheng waved his hand, and invisible Gravity Bombs whistled out, causing nothing but a loud explosion without any other anomalies.

The Chief’s falling speed slowed, floating in the air like a feather, making him an easy target.

Air bullets hit the Chief from below, and although they didn’t heavily damage him, they further slowed his descent.

"Queen’s Decree, reduce defense by one third." As soon as the Decree was issued, Tang Zheng spat out blood, his vocal cords slightly damaged, and visceral organs injured.

"As expected, using a Decree that directly affects the enemy’s body and causes them damage results in varying degrees of backlash." Tang Zheng endured the pain, watching the Old Soldier transform into the Hundred-armed Giant Demon, and quickly attempted something new, "Queen’s Decree, the Chief loses sight for two seconds!"

His viscera felt as if they were stuffed into a meat grinder, causing abdominal spasms and large droplets of sweat to seep from Tang Zheng’s forehead. Thankfully, this time it was only nerve pain with no organ damage.

"If it’s only this kind of backlash, that’s not bad," Tang Zheng gritted his teeth. As long as his body wasn’t damaged, he could keep fighting; no matter how painful it was, he could endure it.

Lin Weiguo understood the opportunity shouldn’t be missed. With his body partially recovered, he activated the Hundred-armed Giant Demon Form again, and a giant emerged behind him, holding weapons shaped in the form of Wrath of the Giants with all hundred arms, firing simultaneously at the Chief.

The sudden loss of vision startled the Chief, and a short gap in his defense appeared.

At least eighty percent of the hundred weapons hit their target, and the energy explosions and destruction seemed to crack the air itself.

Mu Nianqi launched the Death Breath and Spiral of Destruction, and a black metal dragon surged skyward, strangling the Chief.

In the sky, an Ice Snow Tornado suddenly enveloped the Chief; within it, the mixed Ice Blades kept slicing through his body.

The Chief’s body was covered in wounds as he howled, slowly falling from the sky. After all, he was a BOSS; if it were an ordinary British Third-order facing this ultimate ability, they would have certainly perished.

"Queen’s Decree, Gravity Devour, double the power for three seconds."

Golden runes flew from Tang Zheng’s lips, vanishing into the thick air, and a black hole the size of a fist appeared behind the Chieftain, suddenly generating a strong suction force.

Light bent and twisted, and the surrounding space instantly darkened. The Chieftain struggled weakly as blood was drawn from his body by the gravity, and even his flesh could not maintain its intact form.

In less than three seconds, the Chieftain turned into a puddle of broken flesh, sucked into the black hole.

"Damn, a Third-order Chieftain, only worth two Skulls." Jiang Xiuming quickly glanced at his wristwatch, disappointed to see that five more needed to be killed.

"Cough, cough!" Tang Zheng spat out blood again, his spine feeling as if it had been yanked out, crumpled into a ball, and then stuffed back in.

"Group Leader, are you alright?" Fang Zhiwen pressed her right hand on Tang Zheng’s throat, emitting a nebulous white light, healing his wounds.

"Keep the duration of each Decree to a maximum of two seconds and aim only to disrupt, not to attack directly," Tang Zheng waved his hand to signal that he was fine and analyzed the experimental intelligence at the same time.

A group of people boarded the aircraft again. Five minutes later, they arrived at the Battlefield and saw the Chieftain standing amidst a pile of Corpses, having just crushed the Skull of a UK Group Leader.

The French Group Leader was treacherous. While the Chieftain was distracted, he conjured a sphere of light. A burst of smoke dissipated, revealing a Teleportation Gate, but tragically, he didn’t make it through.

The Chieftain was one step ahead, grabbed his Neck, and if it had been an arm, he might have performed a lizard’s tail escape, but this time, he was thoroughly out of options.

"To think you can kill a Chieftain; you lot are indeed strong!" The Chieftain pulled out the prey’s Heart, discarded the Corpse, and while eating, he walked towards Team Warhammer. Although he praised them with words, he did not back down.

"Don’t be afraid, this guy is heavily wounded," Jiang Xiuming tried to reassure everyone, but unfortunately, it was ineffective, as the newbies’ faces were filled with Panic as they retreated.

"I have only a third of my combat power left, but that is more than enough to kill you all," the Chieftain scoffed, suddenly vanishing into thin air.

"Be careful." Dantai had just shouted the warning when the screams of Catwoman being stepped on were heard.

The physical prowess of the Chieftain was too strong, with a speed comparable to teleportation. Only those with Third-order dynamic vision could barely catch a glimpse of his shadow.

"None of you will escape," the Chieftain sneered, grabbing Catwoman’s hair and forcefully tearing off her Skull.

Catwoman screamed, her skin on the Neck visibly stretching, muscles tore apart, oozing fresh blood, then revealing the white Spine.

With a snap, the Chieftain tore off Catwoman’s Skull, pulling with it a whole Spine from her chest cavity, sticky with Broken Flesh; the gruesome mixture of crimson and white bone assaulting everyone’s vision.

"Attack!" Dantai lunged forward.

"Queen’s Decree, lose sight for two seconds," Tang Zheng pointed a finger at the Chieftain, a Gravity Bomb shot forth. He wanted to save the newbies’ lives while creating opportunities for his comrades to attack, but it was still no good.

The strength of a Fourth-order Chieftain was clearly a notch above the previous one. Even in complete Darkness, the Chieftain, relying on his other sensory organs, accurately appeared in front of Tong Li, smacking her back with a palm.

With a splatter, like being run over by a car, Tong Li was sent flying and split into two, with her internal organs and intestines strewn across the ground.

"Save, save me!" Tong Li was unwilling to give up, her fingers clawing into the Soil, seeking help from her best friend, only to see them not even sparing her a glance, leaving behind backs in frantic retreat.

The Group’s attacks landed on the Chieftain but had little effect, only provoking his ferocity.

"None of you will escape," as the Chieftain’s vision restored, he looked toward Le Song and Zhu Huarong, who were holding hands on the outer edge of the Team, enjoying the thrill of the hunt.

Facing imminent death, Le Song accepted Zhu Huarong’s expression of love, agreeing to be his Girlfriend, seeking a source of comfort.

"Run fast!" In a reflex, Le Song shouted a warning. She hadn’t yet turned around when she was met with a forceful shove from Zhu Huarong beside her.

Zhu Huarong pushed his new Girlfriend towards the Chieftain, intending to use her as a Meat Shield while he made his escape.

The Chieftain, shrugging off the attacks, knocked the Old Soldier away, then appeared beside Le Song, grabbed her Arm and used it as a Human Flesh Wolf-tooth Club to whip at Zhu Huarong.

The massive inertia tore through Le Song’s muscles, severing her into two half at the abdomen, while Zhu Huarong suffered a broken Spine and fell to the ground, only able to inhale with death imminent.

As Le Song watched Zhu Huarong’s tragic state, she was secretly pleased. She wanted to curse him, but instead, she only vomited blood.

"It’s a pity I never got the chance to sleep with her," Zhu Huarong stared resentfully at Le Song before his Skull was crushed by the Chieftain, regretting that he didn’t use more aggressive methods.

"Decree, reduce defense by a third for thirty seconds!" Tang Zheng coughed up blood, enduring the stabbing pain of a heart spasm, his hoarse voice suppressing the Chieftain, "Decree, double the effect of any attack from Mu Nianqi and the Old Soldier!"

Tang Zheng was reluctant to waste Decrees on crowd control, Li Xinlan’s Glacier World, and the Gravity Abyss were enough, and Mu Nianqi’s Scattered Cutting Edge was effective. What they needed now was the power to kill the Chieftain.

The White Dwarf Radiation Gravity Field surrounded Mu Nianqi, and her magic array, resembling a spiderweb made of metal filaments, sliced the Chieftain with a myriad of tiny wounds as he collided with it. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote and support, your encouragement is my greatest motivation.)