My Cell Prison
Chapter 1513 - 1511: Chainsaw

Chapter 1513: Chapter 1511: Chainsaw

Special infected "Pus Fester" self-destructed upon death, spreading a death signal that drew massive numbers of zombies into the warehouse area.

Individuals tainted by corrosive bile would be treated as the culprits who killed the Pus Fester.

The Bald Zombie at the epicenter of the blast was struck by an intense shockwave and splattered with acid liquid all over its body, and within ten seconds, it was swallowed by the surging tide of zombies pouring in.

...

"What’s going on?"

Two assassins hiding in the shadows coordinating ranged attacks were startled by the sudden turn of events.

Just as they were briefly distracted, two masses of slimy green living tissue hurtled toward them at high speed.

Once again, two Pus Fester Zombies studded with writhing tentacles appeared, caught in a state of extreme unpredictability.

They gave the assassins no chance to escape... Squelch~ Tentacles squirmed as the Pus Fester exploded even before hitting the ground.

Amid the emerald-green explosion smoke, the knife-thrower Aze barely managed to extricate himself.

His black cloak, which covered his entire body, offered some level of resistance against acidic corrosion, but due to the proximity of the blast, parts of the cloak were destroyed, and patches of skin were corroded and marked. Four zombies with glowing red pupils in their eyes had already locked onto him.

Among them was a well-built, muscular African-American man dressed as a store clerk.

As for the other mercenary, Belly, he wasn’t as fortunate.

He had already gone through an intense fight with the Bald Zombie before arriving at the warehouse, depleting much of his stamina.

Moreover, his thigh had suffered a deep knife wound, and the side effects of previously injected drugs were now escalating.

Faced with the sudden appearance of flying Pus Fester Zombies, he didn’t even have time to take any defensive measures.

At the moment of the explosion, he seemed to recall moments when he shared life-and-death bonds with his teammates.

His body was torn into four segments by the force of the blast,

and the scattered body parts were completely corroded and dissolved by acidic bile,

The "Desert Eagle" he had tightly gripped in his hand was dismantled entirely into data form upon his death.

Killer count remaining: [4]

...

Main Battle Zone

The obese Sam was in the midst of using his unique "Fat Bloodline" to expel corrosive liquid from his body, hissing... white smoke rising.

In this process, the fat within his body was being consumed at an insane rate. By the time the acid was expelled, Sam had transformed into a normal physique, with even visible, sharply outlined muscle definition.

However, his severed right arm and electric saw still lay on the ground.

Facing the horde of zombies swarming toward him, Sam could think of only one "way out"—picking up his severed arm and using injected medication to reattach it, forcing a escape route through slaughter, abandoning the rewards to flee from this deadly game.

But then

Just as Sam stepped forward,

his severed arm was picked up by another individual who used some kind of blood-related special effect to integrate it.

Sam stared at the mysterious silhouette ahead, comparing its build to his mental memory. He immediately recalled the two assassins who arrived last at the shopping mall entrance before the game started, whom he had deemed the least threatening group.

A young man’s voice, with a hint of inexperience, came through:

"Nice electric saw; I’ll be borrowing it..."

"Sally, tie this guy up, and hang him high enough in a safe spot... don’t let the zombies kill him before the battle’s over."

"Alright!"

Still reeling from the explosion and the trauma of losing his arm, Sam had no time to react before receiving a kick to the back of his neck... He passed out on the spot.

Soon, a slender figure dragged him toward the warehouse’s upper level and hung him by a rope mid-air.

The reason for sparing his life was simple... If this person died, according to game rules, his equipment would vanish.

From Han Dong’s earlier observations, he had pinned part of his victory on the "electric saw"—it was the only weapon capable of inflicting significant harm on the Bald Zombie thus far.

Meanwhile, Han Dong also held another surprising ace up his sleeve.

He glanced toward the deceased mercenary deeper within the warehouse and the restrained knife-thrower, Aze,

Raised his head to look at Sam hanging mid-air,

Shifted his gaze downward to the final objective swallowed by the zombie horde,

And, having ensured everything was in his control, Han Dong initiated the "Ultimate Transformation" his current body could achieve.

1. Lester Caregiver’s Right Arm would no longer serve as a weapon. Instead, leveraging its semi-living traits, Han Dong inserted its bone end near his scapula, converting it into a [third arm].

By aligning its assimilation traits with Count’s control, the arm was able to independently transform into a full-fledged Bloodhound and separate to assist in combat.

2. For Sam’s severed arm and electric saw he’d just acquired, Han Dong employed a clever modification technique.

He stripped Sam’s arm of its bone and unnecessary tissue, transforming it into a "Fat Pack" that served as an energy unit and engine for the electric saw.

The residual fat within the arm provided enough fuel for the saw to operate for ten minutes.

Additionally, Han Dong discovered something intriguing.

"Vikus Flesh-Fat Device"—this electric saw relied on fat and blood as its energy source,

The fat came from Sam’s severed arm,

Han Dong experimented by channeling Nether Blood-infused blood from his own right arm into the device.

Boom boom boom~

As the engine roared to life,

The spinning saw blade began to manifest a blood-infused structure resembling canine teeth, significantly enhancing its cutting power.

In this moment.

Wearing a steel mask and bearing three arms, Han Dong transformed into a true chainsaw madman.

"Timing, terrain, and unity... Success or failure, it’s all decided now."

Swipe!

From within the zombie horde, a seemingly indestructible arm thrust out suddenly, tearing apart several zombies piled atop.

From the prominent spine, bone marrow surged at high velocity,

The fully split jaws could bite down and crush zombie skulls in a single gulp,

And the special entity crawling out from the zombie pile showed no signs of injury despite the corrosive marks lingering on its body... Several zombies attempting to bite him instead shattered their own teeth.

Just as this special target was on the brink of escaping the zombie frenzy.

A swift silhouette rapidly approached from the side.

In terms of speed, Sally undoubtedly surpassed Han Dong, which was why she’d been entrusted with a key task beforehand... crucial to Han Dong’s plan execution.

Swipe!

Sally accurately jabbed a syringe filled with special blood into the target’s neck.

Specifically, the spot previously cut by Sam.

"Too fast!"

Sally hadn’t even withdrawn the syringe before a powerful palm swing struck from the side.

Crunch!

Sally’s left arm used for blocking was smashed to pieces, and her entire body was struck flying. She flipped in the air three full rotations before barely stabilizing herself, relying on her balance.

The enraged Bald Zombie, sensing an alien substance invading its body, began chasing Sally at top speed.

Just as it was about to close in on her, its body abruptly froze...

"Ravenous Proliferation"

Massive chunks of hyperplastic tissue surged uncontrollably from the syringe-wound site on its neck.

The ’armor-like structure’ covering its body was gradually consumed by this unrestricted, chaotic tissue growth.

This was the very effect of the "G Virus."

Given more time, it might fully integrate the G Virus, evolving into an even more terrifying creature... but Han Dong wouldn’t grant it that luxury.

While the Bald Zombie was still incapable of controlling the invasive effects of the G Virus.

The chainsaw in Han Dong’s hand had already come crashing down.