Chapter 1543: Soviet Reinforcement

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Boom!! Boom boom!

On the narrow, six-kilometer-long front line, corpse tides numbering in the hundreds of millions surged forward like rolling waves, one wave after another rushing in.

At the forefront of the wave, zombies madly waving their arms bared their fangs and claws in midair, only to be squeezed downward by the following corpse tide in the next second, crushed into pulp.

Under the unimaginably massive numbers, the frontline corpse tide is less moving on its own than being pushed forward by being covered from the Rear by an endless stream of corpse tide.

No matter how dense the artillery fire, or how many skills are unleashed.

The gap created in that instant is often instantly filled.

On the front line, over seven hundred Third-Level Awakened Ones served as intercepting forces, constantly battling the mutants within the corpse tide.

Under the Third-Level supersonic combat, they were like mere specks; after a brief clash, one side would invariably explode in midair.

Ground, air, underground.

High-intensity battles erupt ceaselessly.

On the ground, Second-Level Awakened Ones formed into hundred-strong combat squads, wearing exoskeletal armor; their rotating artillery in hand converged like sickles in midair.

Firelight illuminated the Awakened Ones' faces; the ejected shell casings seemed to form a gigantic fire dragon shooting toward the huge mutants in the corpse tide.

Ice, fire, poison mist, earth spikes..

When skills and psionic technology combined, the entire battlefield resembled a splendid scroll, dazzling and gorgeous.

Yet beneath this dazzling display lay the utmost cruelty.

Edge of the battlefield.

Seeing that, with numerous Second-Level mutants cooperating, a huge mutant whose upper body resembled a lighthouse and lower body like a spider was frantically spinning its upper body.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Whoosh!

Accompanied by human screams.

Corrosive beams rained down like laser bombardment, continually melting swaths of low-level Awakened Ones on the front line.

Third-Level peak mutants could be called the most terrifying entities on the battlefield.

Under the protection of several slender, worm-like Third-Level intermediate mutants, a cluster of black light shields hovered above its head, shielding it from concentrated fire.

Seeing this monster leading a large horde of mutants in a rapid advance, on the Faction: Long An front line, an elite squad composed entirely of high-level Third-Level individuals could only rush desperately to reinforce.

There were simply too many mutants and fugitive Third-Level individuals.

It seemed that every second, enemies would breach the line and pour into the valley.

Not daring to let any Third-Level enter the valley below, both sides had already engaged in a stalemate struggle on this narrow front line.

Ah Kun! Cover me!

These monsters! There must be other Third-Levels hidden inside! This group of human traitors!

Unknowing the fugitives' true identities, squad members rushed to reinforce the breach in the line.

But this time, unlike previous monsters attempting to break through, they merely kept dispersing our forces.

Seeing that, after a slight gap appeared in the front line, within the corpse tide a silver expanse suddenly unfolded.

Over a thousand Third-Level silver-helmeted zealots surged forth.

The brief balance was instantly shattered.

The first wave of Faction: Long An Third-Levels charging forward, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, were instantly submerged in the silver tide.

Under the sudden assault of a thousand Third-Levels, the Faction: Long An front line established around the valley's outskirts was torn apart in an extremely short time.

Behind the corpse tide, several fugitive Third-Levels in command snorted coldly, as if they had already seen the despair of these humans before them.

Watching the Faction: Long An Third-Levels desperately rushing back from other sections of the line, a fugitive Third-Level covered in scales couldn't help but flash a mocking look in its eyes.

These worms actually thought they could stop us?

One thousand three zealots! Even if another Fourth-Level were added, it would be too late to stop them!

Hearing the zealots' assault, the humans roaring and trying to hold the line seemed merely ridiculous to him.

Did they really think they couldn't muster any more strength?

But with just a simple reinforcement, a simple raid, victory was completely sealed.

If these worms concentrated and held their ground, perhaps there would still be some trouble.

But dispersing to try to reduce casualties under a Fourth-Level assault? That's simply too naïve..

The mocking hue in its eyes had not yet faded.

In the next second, the Faction: Long An Awakened Ones that had seemed panicked now appeared to all stop simultaneously—not only did they not try to block the zealots' assault, they quickly dispersed.

That—!?

Suddenly realizing something was wrong.

The fugitive Third-Level in charge instinctively looked toward the valley's light shield.

Within that light shield, Third-Levels appearing as if conjured out of thin air, as if waiting for them to come forward, flew out in formation.

One hundred.. two hundred.. one thousand..

In just a few seconds, a corps of over two thousand Third-Level Awakened Ones suddenly appeared.

Finally, relying on cards to become Fourth-Level, Tai Er and another Soviet Fourth-Level also slowly flew out.

Twenty-two minutes later.

The giant face stared blankly in the direction where Lin An was.

Just one minute ago, the army tasked with encircling and killing Lin An relayed the message.

Their subsequent zealot Third-Levels that had secretly mingled within the corpse tide have all died.

Under twice their numbers and the crushing force of Fourth-Level intervention, not even a few of the Truth Society Third-Levels they themselves dispatched survived.

Moreover, the two mutant Fourth-Levels that had previously fought that bear also died.

The good news is, they found out about this.

Originally, someone had volunteered; perhaps out of pity for his own subordinates' fanatics, a Fourth Stage had planned to personally join the battle.

After hearing the news, he decisively withdrew beyond a hundred li, and luckily nothing happened.

The bad news is.

They actually couldn't muster any strength capable of killing Lin An.

Shocked and angry, unable to comprehend, Giant Face finally realized they seemed to have made a huge mistake.

"Why.."

"Why is it that however much force we send out, Lin An can just produce that much?!"

Although the Fourth Stages haven't lost many yet, with large numbers of Third Stages dying, Giant Face also felt heartache now, no longer possessing his earlier confidence.

Amid the painful cost, he suddenly realized perhaps all this was a trap!

How could there be such a coincidence?

How could he be so hard to kill?!

Obviously Lin An had weakened to the point that a few Third Stages could kill him, but now it has evolved into them mobilizing all Third Stages, even Fourth Stages, and even coordinating with large numbers of Mutants, yet they still couldn't kill Lin An.

At this moment, he actually felt helpless, and an absurd doubt about whether he could kill Lin An.

This is unreasonable, it doesn't make sense, there must be something wrong!

"Annihilator! The Annihilator must be hiding some news! Lin An definitely has a problem!"

Instantly sensing a conspiratorial, or rather off, aura, Giant Face subconsciously wanted to contact the Annihilator Overlord.

We can't continue like this!

Although logically speaking, if they were still willing to pay the price and continue to deploy Fourth Stage Descents, they should be able to deal with Lin An.

But now Giant Face already feels afraid!

What if something unexpected still happens?!

Without clarifying the Annihilator Overlord, they would rather give up encircling and killing Lin An! Damn it! He has never seen such a bizarre thing in his life.

Just as Giant Face was about to hurriedly contact the Annihilator, ten streaks of high-speed Alien Species flew in, their bodies emanating a bloody, oppressive aura, suddenly swooping in.

"Descend, all Fourth Stages you can descend, I'll join you in killing Lin An!"