Chapter 1152 Carpet Bombing
What followed was an even more terrifying steel storm - a swarm of 370mm rockets from PHL-191!
They fell from the sky like meteorites, covering everything with a mighty force that could destroy everything!
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!!!!”
This time, the explosion was no longer a single point bloom, but a connected flower of death!
The top of the entire wealth building seemed to be pressed down hard by an invisible giant hand with a burning iron!
The endless exploding fireballs engulfed a large area of the cap, and the violent shock waves tore the dangling, tassel-like pale pink gills into pieces. The burning fragments were like huge pink sparks, mixed with pale tissue fluid, spraying and falling around and below!
The fifty-meter-tall fungus body trembled and swayed violently in the dense explosions, like a tortured giant, uttering silent wails.
The soft halo on its surface was instantly replaced by scorching flames and thick smoke. Holiness and beauty were torn to pieces under the absolute firepower, leaving only the most primitive destruction and chaos.
At the same time, more shells fell like hail around the base of the Fortune Building. The tide of corpses surging like a black tide looked like an unfolding picture of hell!
When the first high-explosive grenade fell into the dense group of zombies, it instantly cleared a blank area with a diameter of more than ten meters. The zombies at the center of the explosion were directly vaporized without leaving any remains!
Those a little further away were torn into pieces by the shock wave, and broken limbs, debris and black, sticky body fluids were thrown high into the air, like a rain of blood and flesh.
Fragments flew everywhere like the scythe of the god of death, reaping all moving objects within range.
Zombies fell down in groups like cut wheat. The black tide that had been flowing towards the building in an orderly manner was instantly riddled with holes and became chaotic. Many zombies controlled by mycelium lost their direction in the artillery fire, and bumped around like headless flies, even trampling on each other.
The flames of exploding shells rose and fell, illuminating the bottom of the building in flickering light. The strong smell of gunpowder, the stench of burnt protein, and the strange sweet smell of fungal juice mixed together to form a disgusting battlefield atmosphere.
The steel is roaring, the flames are dancing, the fungi are crumbling, and the corpses are wailing.
This terrifying matrix that once controlled countless zombies and spread death flocs now let out a dying wail under the wrath of human industrial civilization.
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At the same time, twenty kilometers away from the Fortune Building, there was a terrifying scene that was far more frightening than the zombies rampant, as if it came from an alien world.
On the earth, like some kind of malignant proliferation of cancerous tissue, suddenly stood up a series of incredibly huge mixed structures of earth, stone and biomass.
These anthills are not small mounds in the traditional sense. Their scale has been magnified to an incredible level.
The shortest ones are tens of meters high, comparable to ten-story residential buildings; while the tallest ones are like mountains rising from the ground, as if they can directly pierce through the low-lying clouds and cast a suffocating shadow.
Their shapes are bizarre and varied. Some are in the shape of spiraling spires, their surfaces covered with honeycomb-like holes, with terrifying worker ants constantly entering and exiting. Others are like crawling beasts, with vast bases that cover several city blocks beneath their bases covered with dark red biological mucus. Even more so, their structures are twisted and coiled, like living buildings forcibly blended together by countless giant insect limbs and hardened secretions, defying geometric laws.
These behemoths stand arrogantly and silently among the wreckage of the urban forest.
They form a strange and terrifying symbiosis - or, rather, a devouring relationship - with the surrounding dilapidated human buildings.
Some shorter residential buildings were directly crushed and burst by the huge anthill. Broken steel bars and concrete fragments were scattered around the base of the anthill like toys, covered and assimilated by the continuously secreted mucus and new soil and rocks.
Other more sturdy high-rise buildings were entangled and wrapped by anthills. Their grayish-white walls were tightened and covered by dark red and brown biomass structures, and their windows were completely sealed, as if they were being slowly strangled and digested by a giant python.
The area beneath half of the Yunyan District had long been hollowed out, occupied by a vast underground nest that was hundreds of meters deep and had tunnels as long as a national subway network.
These skyscraper-like anthills on the surface are just the "ventilations" and "portals" of this huge underground empire exposed to the sun, like the tip of an iceberg.
The air was filled with a smell that was a mixture of earthy smell, chitinous acid and some indescribable pheromone.
The wind blew through the holes in the towering anthills, making a low whimper, as if the living city was breathing.
This place is no longer the territory of humans, but a kingdom of flesh and blood that is constantly growing and expanding and belongs to billions of mutated ants.
And just when this "kingdom of flesh and blood" composed of the ant colony seemed to breathe in eternal silence, the omen of destruction was first captured by the soldier ants and worker ants that were active on the surface and relied on their keen senses to survive.
Countless mutant ants that were busy shuttling around, carrying supplies, or patrolling and guarding stopped all their movements almost at the same time.
They anxiously scratched the ground with their arthropods, their sharp mouthparts opened and closed, making rapid "clicking" sounds, and the tentacles on their heads trembled and collided wildly at an unprecedented frequency, exchanging pheromones full of panic and confusion.
A chaotic signal of impending disaster filled the air.
However, this warning based on biological instinct seems so pale and slow in the face of the absolute violence condensed by human industrial civilization.
The next second—
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—!!!
A whistling sound so sharp that it could tear the eardrums suddenly came down from the sky!
The sound came from far away, from sparse to dense, and instantly filled the entire world, like the grinning of the god of death, drowning out all the commotion of the ant colony!
Then, countless black shadows broke through the clouds like meteorites, with tail flames streaking across the sky, like spears of thunder thrown by gods, covering this huge ant nest colony!
The first wave of shells slammed heavily into the giant anthills that were tens or even hundreds of meters high!
BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM——————
