Chapter 1319 A Frenzied Battle!
Barto's amber-colored chip instantly locked onto those gray figures!
The "Swift Claw" mutant landed on all fours, its joints reversed, and it launched itself forward at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary zombies. The grayish-white bone blades extending from its fingertips scraped against the floor tiles, producing a teeth-grinding screech!
"Scatter! Engage!"
Barto’s roar echoed through the tactical link.
Instead of retreating, he charged head-on at the two gray figures that were the first to pounce!
Just as the two sides were about to make contact, Barto's armored left arm suddenly shot upward to block!
"Qiang——!!!"
A piercing metallic clang erupted!
A bone blade from a "Swift Claw" slashed fiercely at the composite armor on Barto's forearm, sending up a trail of sparks, but leaving only a shallow white mark.
Barto's right claw, like a venomous snake poised to strike, flashed out from the opening left by the opponent's block!
"Pfft!"
Five obsidian claws pierced precisely into the wide-open, tooth-filled mouth of the "Swift Claw" mutant and emerged from the back of its head!
With a twist and a whirl, red and white substances gushed out from the opening!
Without stopping, Barto used the momentum of his charge to violently fling the pierced corpse towards another "Swift Claw" that was lunging at him, causing it to stumble.
"Ugh——!"
Another ghoul veteran growled and, using the enhanced jumping power of the legs of the Night Hunter-IV armor, suddenly leaped to the side, avoiding the frontal attack, while his alloy claws slammed into the side of the third Swift Claw!
"Crack!"
A clear sound of bones cracking rang out, and the "Swift Claw" flew out with a miserable scream, crashing heavily into the wall. Before it could slide down, another warrior's claw blade had already swept across its neck, decapitating it!
But the number of "Swiftclaws" is far more than that!
More gray shadows poured out of the safety passage. They seemed to know how to cooperate, with a few fearlessly rushing towards the ghoul warriors and entangled with them, while others tried to use their speed to bypass the front and launch attacks from the flanks and the ceiling (using the remaining ceiling structure)!
The hall instantly descended into a bloody melee!
"Ouch!!!"
A newly recruited ghoul warrior was caught in a pincer attack by two "Swiftclaws." He was slightly flustered, and although his claws swung fiercely, they were disorganized. Although he managed to shatter the shoulder blade of one of the ghouls, the other took the opportunity to pounce on him, its bone blade scraping against his breastplate with a piercing sound!
"Stay calm! Cooperate!"
The nearby squad leader roared and charged forward, his claws slicing through 'Swift Claw's' temple like a hot knife through butter. With a flick of his wrist, half of 'Swift Claw's' skull was ripped open!
The smell of blood instantly became so strong it was nauseating!
Black blood, brain matter, broken bone blades, and torn limbs splattered throughout the hall.
The ghoul warriors roared, ramming with their armor, tearing with their claws, and smashing skulls with their alloy-coated fists!
They cannot fire guns, but with the aid of technological armor, every part of their bodies is transformed into a killing machine.
bang bang—
The sounds of armor clashing, flesh tearing apart, the screams of mutants, and the low battle cries of ghouls mingled together, creating a purely savage symphony of death.
Barto was like the eye of a storm on the battlefield, leaving behind a trail of broken corpses wherever he went.
With one claw, he cleaved a "Swift Claw" in two from shoulder to hip, its internal organs spilling out onto the ground; turning around, he charged again with a ferocious slam, slamming another mutant that was trying to pounce on his back against a load-bearing pillar, the crisp sound of its spine breaking clearly audible, and then finished it off with a final claw strike.
"Clearance complete! Passage safe!"
In less than two minutes, the last "Swift Claw" in the hall was dismembered by three warriors working together. The squad leader reported, panting heavily, his mask splattered with thick black blood.
Barto surveyed the chaotic hall and the warriors covered in blood, his chip glowing coldly.
"Team C, stay at the entrance and establish a defensive line. Teams A and B, follow me upwards! Clear every floor!"
"Yes!"
Without any hesitation, the team immediately acted according to orders.
The soldiers of Team C quickly occupied key positions in the hall, setting up portable sonic generators and infrared trip mines.
Barto led the main force, like a black stream, surging towards the deep, safe staircase.
The stairwell was even darker, filled with a strong smell of mold, blood, and an indescribable stench of a large number of living organisms.
"Dense heat sources on the upper layer! Beware of ambushes!" came the drone operator's voice.
Sure enough, as soon as we arrived at the corner platform on the second floor, a rustling sound like a tide and a suppressed roar came from the darkness above!
"Prepare to engage the enemy!" Barto growled, lowering his body slightly, his claws crossed in front of him, assuming a charge stance.
The next second, a dense mass of shadows surged down from above the stairs!
No longer the agile "Swift Claws," but rather a staggering number of "Swelling Walkers" with swollen limbs and relatively slow movements!
They are filled with corrosive liquids and flammable gases, making them mobile biological bombs!
"Avoid the projectiles! Close-range kill!" Barto's command was brief and deadly.
He took the lead, but instead of charging head-on, he used the enhanced mobility of the Night Hunter-IV to make a rapid change of direction in the narrow stairwell that almost defied the laws of physics, avoiding the dark green acid sprayed by a Swollen Walker!
The acid splashed onto the walls and railings, immediately emitting pungent white smoke, and the metal sizzled as it corroded.
Barto seized the opportunity to close in, his claws moving with lightning speed, not slashing, but precisely thrusting!
Target the relatively vulnerable necks, joints, or the area where the head connects to the torso of these mutants!
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" Each thrust was accompanied by a muffled splash of liquid.
He strives for a fatal blow, never giving his opponent a chance to self-destruct or spit.
The "Swelling Walker" who was stabbed by him went limp like a deflated balloon, and corrosive liquid gushed out from the wound. Although it was also corrosive, it was much less powerful than the liquid that was actively spewed out.
The soldiers behind them followed suit, forming groups of two or three to provide cover for each other. One person would draw attention or block the acid, while the other would swiftly thrust and kill the enemy.
The sharp claws drew deadly arcs of light in the dim light, accompanied by a continuous piercing sound and the sound of liquid flowing.
However, there were simply too many of them! The stairwell was too small, and the horde of corpses surged downwards, almost piled on top of each other!
