Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 576 - 46: Massacre in the Square

Chapter 576: Chapter 46: Massacre in the Square

The dried corpse had strong jumping power, but it was still somewhat difficult to climb up a five-meter-high stone pillar to kill its prey, especially when firearms were continually sweeping at them.

"Biyun, don’t use your ability, the fight will be long." Tang Zheng knew that after witnessing Liu Yue’s death, the girl had become much more timid and would summon her puppet for defense at the first sign of danger.

"Okay." Xu Biyun nodded, understanding that under normal circumstances, Tang Zheng could quickly kill enemies and her life energy would not be consumed too much. But now, they were clearly engaged in a long-lasting battle, and they had to plan the use of their abilities wisely.

Boom, the Demon Slaying Holy Flame shot a buckshot, knocking down a dried corpse that was about to climb to the top of the stone pillar. Its upper body was shattered into bits, and it fell down with burning flames.

The dried corpses keep leaping and striking, their raging heads terrifyingly hideous as they make constant angry roars.

Tang Zheng’s expression didn’t change at all, dealing with them one by one.

Pang Meiqin braced her gun against her shoulder, aimed at the corpses’ heads, and fired. Her arm remained steady without any trembling. Xu Biyun and Chu Baichuan, however, kept missing their targets. In just a few minutes, the stewardess with beautiful legs had already killed six, equal to Dantai and Qin Yan’s kill counts, but still a significant gap from Tang Zheng’s eleven. There was no way, the Demon Slaying Holy Flame was just too powerful.

After killing more than three hundred dried corpses, the survivors had no chance to breathe a sigh of relief before they saw Tang Zheng carrying Lu Fan on his back, leaping off the stone pillars and running madly into the depths of the oasis.

Qin Yan and the Old Soldier, not daring to delay, closely followed him. The others were a little slower, even having the impulse to rest.

Dantai glanced at Jasons, who was sitting on the stone pillar panting heavily, and suddenly raised his muzzle to shoot, killing the nine black-clothed bodyguards who were not dead yet. He then kicked the wealthy Jasons to the ground, stripped off his clothes, and snatched the scepter tied to his chest with a belt.

"Return it to me." Jasons pounced over with a grimace on his face to snatch it back, but Dantai simply opened fire and shot his leg.

"Those note-dropping monsters never said that you were a mission player, so you might as well die." Dantai didn’t want to leave any troubles behind, so he shot him to explode his head.

"Tang Zheng is just too soft-hearted." The scepter was the length of a finger, emitting a golden light all over, extremely dazzling. Dantai pocketed it and pursued the others.

A few minutes later, the monsters caught up and dragged Jason’s corpse into the oasis.

"Don’t slacken off, rush out of the oasis as fast as you can. The closer we get to the Abu Simbel Temple, the stronger the monsters will absolutely be." Tang Zheng noticed that although the newcomers hadn’t complained, their relaxation led to missteps in their movements, obviously not as desperate as they’d been before. So, he immediately reminded them and increased their desire to survive by instilling a sense of fear and crisis. As for Jasons and Dantai lagging behind, even the gunshot he had heard earlier, he was indifferent to it. He knew that the special agent couldn’t resist and would rob the wealthy man of his scepter.

"Is this just your guess?" The empathetic mature woman asked one question, continuing the conversation. She wasn’t worried whether Tang Zheng could answer this question or not. She believed he must have discovered something; that man always was meticulous.

"I don’t think the dried corpses would just happen to be blocking our way here. Maybe every move we’ve made is being watched by the queen." Tang Zheng noticed that Lu Fan kept squirming and glanced back at him.

"I can run on my own." Lu Fan didn’t want his uncle to consume too much stamina. After entering the oasis, he had made the most effort.

"No, the desert is your main battlefield, you must conserve your stamina." Tang Zheng shook his head in refusal, without looking back, he loudly said, "From now on, I will keep our speed within your tolerance range, so anyone who falls behind will not receive any help."

The newcomers shivered in their hearts with a sigh, they exhaled hard, and followed closely.

After safely running for less than three minutes, those knife-wielding monsters not only caught up from behind, but also appeared on both sides, continuously shooting poison-coated crossbow arrows. The survivors were overjoyed; if they had run away earlier, ignoring Tang Zheng’s words, they would definitely be surrounded now.

Seeing the monsters catching from two sides and getting closer, Tang Zheng gave up on firepower suppression. Instead, he pulled out an AK74 with a hundred-round drum magazine. While running, he accurately shot at them.

Bang bang, the sound of the two-shot sequence was constant, dense and crisp, like a sonata of death. Monsters often just popped up, being shot right away, and screamed as they fell into the bushes.

"Dantai, you take care of the left." Tang Zheng’s AK74 not only had a high rate of fire but also maintained a super high hit rate, making it impossible for the monsters to get close.

Click, click, the sound of the empty chamber had just come, Tang Zheng had already pressed the magazine release button, pulled out the new drum and loaded it. There was only a second wasted in the pause of firepower.

Monsters seized this gap to sprint and rush closer, but they were covered and attacked by fire the next moment. Tang Zheng’s AK74 fired again, ejecting hot muzzle flames, harvesting their lives.

For a time, the oasis was filled with the sound of monsters falling and screaming in agony.

Ai Yixin was sitting on the Velociraptor. Her feet were in the stirrups, her legs tightly clamping its belly. She bore the pain from her abdomen, holding a gun in both hands, shooting at the monsters. Even if she didn’t kill any, she had to prove her determination and worth.

Aima held her, her hands grabbing the dragon reins. Occasionally a tree branch would hit her face, causing pain. But watching the man rushing at the forefront, her heart hurt even more. Was this what a man’s sense of responsibility was like?