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Chapter 562: Dual Mission

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The melee begins.

The monsters that looked like mechanical flesh and blood and the soldiers began to fight.

Its ammunition seemed to have run out.

Now it can only rely on its sharp claws to cut soldiers.

As the Ascetic Practitioners turned and joined the battle, the blood corpse that had been harvesting soldiers' lives instantly fell into a bitter struggle.

Most of the attacks were endured head-on by the Ascetic Practitioners.

And the Ascetic Practitioners, fighting bare-handed and floating in midair, were like emotionless machines, allowing the opponent to tear them apart repeatedly.

The thin, withered fists, like hammers, struck the blood corpse's skull one after another.

The damage was not strong, but it was utterly humiliating.

In the observation, Zhang Tie stared blankly at the Ascetic Practitioners' fighting style.

"Lin Dui, is this bald head fighting like this?"

"I feel that the Ascetic Practitioners' attack is not as effective as the soldiers'."

"This is purely a human sandbag!"

The blood corpse surrounded in the military formation silently swung its claws again and again, but was blocked by the Ascetic Practitioners' flesh and blood.

And the soldiers were obviously familiar with fighting monsters, each roaring as they hacked their weapons into the blood corpse's muscle tissue.

The cavalry lined up in a row launched tireless charges at the monster.

But their damage capability was truly limited.

The blood corpse's tight muscle tissue kept writhing, clamping the soldiers' weapons within its muscles.

Taking advantage of the moment when the weapons were stuck, it could strike and kill the soldiers.

No matter how the withered Ascetic Practitioners blocked the monster's attacks, there would always be one or two moments when they had to be in the flesh regeneration stage.

And it was this brief opening that allowed the blood corpse to free its hands and inflict massive casualties on the army.

In perception, the soldiers' corpses killed by the blood corpse obviously had an abnormality.

One after another, the fallen corpses rose up, turning into zombies.

Combined with the army's 'soldier zombies' from the encirclement, this army was clearly at a disadvantage.

To be honest.

Lin An also didn't quite understand the humans' actions.

Especially this Ascetic Practitioner.

Besides being like an indestructible cockroach, it had levitation ability.

Its actual combat power was still not as good as elite soldiers.

Is this what an Ascetic Practitioner is?

Or is this guy just too weak?

It's somewhat strange.

He clearly remembered that many Ascetic Practitioners in his perception had a strange aura that even he found threatening.

The blood corpse seemed like a player, or simply a mechanical construct.

And the army obviously could not resist the blood corpse, yet refused to retreat.

Even the nearby war fortress showed no sign of sending troops.

There, there were clearly large numbers of troops and Ascetic Practitioners.

The fortress had nothing happening, yet no one came out to support.

If dragged on, the blood corpse could infect all the soldiers into zombies.

Besides the Ascetic Practitioners being able to survive, not a single one in this army could live.

Everything seemed too strange.

Although the Ascetic Practitioner before him was relatively weak, he still dared not act rashly.

His right hand, originally gripping Cain's Blade in a reverse hold, froze; Lin An momentarily didn't know how to strike.

Out of caution, Lin An simply vigilantly observed his surroundings.

As the battle continued, the soldiers who gradually revived and turned into zombies began to frenziedly bite their former comrades.

Massive casualties began.

The cavalry officer holding a spear, his face mad, drew a curved blade from his waist and slashed at the zombie soldier trying to grab him and pull him off his horse.

His teeth bit the armor and broke.

At this point, Xiong Hanzi finally understood the purpose of the armor.

"Grandma's, is this armor to prevent zombie attacks?"

"I say, why do these people fighting the blood corpse wear such armor, it's not flexible at all."

He suddenly understood.

Watching the cavalry before him battle the zombies, Xiong Hanzi couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

A small portion of the cavalry not yet caught in the melee was now preparing to charge, attempting to rescue the officer.

Amidst the cries of charge, the cavalryman with his right hand holding the spear lowered his body, the spear tip thrusting straight into the corpse horde.

The spear tip pierced the armor, aimed at the neck, and bent.

Like a string of candied haws.

The long spear pierced the zombie soldier's chest, then was nailed to the ground.

But the effect was not very good.

The soldiers turned into zombies also wore armor.

As long as the brain isn't pierced, they will not lose combat power.

After discarding their lances, the cavalry acted like officers, drawing sabers from their waists and charging back and forth relying on their horses' mobility.

Occasionally, knights were surrounded by swarming zombies, with pairs of corpse hands dragging them from their horses.

Through the gaps in the armor, or the gaps in the helmet.

The zombie's mouth bit, and frenziedly it shoved its hand into the knight's eye socket.

The attrition rate increased exponentially.

At most four minutes, if this army does not flee, it will be completely wiped out.

Standing in midair, Lin An quickly gave his judgment.

Compared to the army, the blood zombies are strong.

Ignoring their self‑carried modified technological weapons, individual strength is not inferior to that of a peak First‑Level mutant.

Especially in a war of attrition, each blood zombie is equivalent to the mother body.

As long as they can infect soldiers, they will eventually turn into zombies that overwhelm the army.

While Lin An vigilantly monitored the fortress, the Ascetic Practitioner who had remained silent and quietly blocked the blood zombie attacks suddenly spoke:

"Foreign Ascetic Practitioner, please help us deal with the blood zombies."

"This is your duty."

The voice was calm, without any emotion.

After speaking, the floating Ascetic Practitioner maintained the same posture, indifferent to having repaired his body over a hundred times.

Huh?

Lin An listened to the Ascetic Practitioner's command, his tone brooking no argument, and for a moment he didn't know what the Ascetic Practitioner meant.

Considering himself an Ascetic Practitioner, he didn't find it surprising.

It seems the mechanical compass's disguise works fine; fooling the 'low‑strength' Ascetic Practitioners is no problem.

But what does 'duty' mean?

How can you be so sure I'll intervene?

Upon hearing the Ascetic Practitioner's words, the cavalry officer embroiled in the fierce battle startled, then hurriedly looked behind.

Upon seeing Lin An floating in midair and Zhang Tie standing in place, his face burst with strong delight.

But that delight was not surprise; it was as if it had been expected all along.

"Esteemed Ascetic Practitioner, the time has come; it's time to strike and slay the blood zombies!"

Having said that, he shouted to the soldiers and began running toward Lin An.

"Captain Lin, what does this mean?!"

"What time has arrived?!"

"Do these people think we'll definitely intervene?"

Lin An also couldn't help but stare after hearing those two strange remarks from this group.

First, let's not discuss why they're so sure I'll definitely act.

Perhaps it's a rule among Ascetic Practitioners to oppose the blood zombies.

But on what basis do they assume I can slay the blood zombies?

Judging by the performance of the Ascetic Practitioners among them, not every Ascetic Practitioner is that strong, right?

Normally, shouldn't it be said to hold off the blood zombies and wait for fortress reinforcements?

But this group's demeanor...

It's as if they foresaw that Lin An would definitely act and definitely be able to slay the blood zombies.

In the midst of doubt, two system prompts suddenly came.

"Beep, system mission triggered: Epic Tier mission 【Beginning War】!"

"Beep, Savior System mission triggered: Legendary Tier mission 【Final War】!"

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