PFC Chapter 25 Night of Slaughter
Chapter 25 Night of Slaughter
Despite being furious that Saeko Busujima was shot, Roy did not act immediately. His LV.1 strength was not enough for him to confront modern firearms head-on.
Roy and Saeko Busujima hid in a nearby bush, but as time passed, their anger only intensified.
When I left Ritsuto Academy, it was already dusk. When I arrived here, night had fallen and the bright moon hung high in the sky.
After half an hour.
Roy slowly opened his eyes, a bloodthirsty glint flashing deep within them, like a wild beast awakening.
The surroundings were eerily quiet. The soldiers in the base knew that sound would attract zombies, as evidenced by the use of silencers when firing guns earlier. Therefore, they didn't make many arrangements, and there were no searchlights or anything like that.
Roy lay on the ground and slowly crawled toward the truck, a process that took only a minute.
We successfully reached the bottom of the truck.
Roy found the right spot, raised the village sword and thrust it forward. The sharp tip of the sword pierced the fuel tank, and gasoline, emitting a pungent smell, gushed out.
Soon, the ground was covered in gasoline.
Roy returned to the driver's seat, started the engine, and floored the accelerator, sending the car shooting off like an arrow.
Bang!
The truck crashed through the fence at the entrance of the base and rushed in, stopping in an open area.
The owner of the truck was also a heavy smoker. Roy grabbed a windproof lighter, lit the gasoline on the ground, and the flames spread instantly.
Having done all this, Roy moved with the speed of a rabbit, leaping into the shadows.
The truck was burning loudly, crackling and sputtering, and billowing black smoke rose, illuminating the surroundings and standing out clearly against the silent night sky.
The surrounding zombies raised their heads and walked in that direction; the base, now free of railings, was unobstructed.
The roar of the trucks and the sound of them crashing through the railings alerted the soldiers inside the base.
The burly white man, Alton, looked out the window and saw the zombies approaching the base. He grabbed the radio and yelled, "Fuck! Wellin, what the hell are you doing?!"
"I don't know!" The blond youth, who was on duty at the tower and was also awakened, looked bewildered. At this moment, he also saw the zombies that had broken into the base.
And that burning truck.
"It's that brat?!"
The blond youth immediately realized what was happening, his face darkening – the other party actually dared to retaliate against them.
With the zombies about to enter the base, Lieutenant Alton couldn't sit still any longer. "Wayne, take out those zombies! Dane, wake everyone up!"
The soldiers, who were resting, were called to a standstill and quickly donned full gear, displaying the swift and decisive action of professional soldiers.
They set up an M2HB Browning heavy machine gun on the tower, whose firing range covered almost half of the base. The blond, blue-eyed youth pointed the gun at the base gate and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!
Intense gunfire echoed through the night sky, and zombies that were about to enter the base fell in droves below.
But this is a vicious cycle. More and more zombies are drawn by the gunfire, forming a huge procession at the end of the road, pouncing on the zombies like vicious dogs.
At this moment, the other soldiers in the base took their positions and used crossfire to kill the zombies.
The best solution is actually to block the gate and then clear the zombies from inside the base.
But seeing the ever-growing number of zombies, the remaining soldiers swore in their hearts that if the lieutenant forced them to block the door, they would choose to kill the lieutenant!
The American soldiers, focused on fighting the zombies, were unaware that their true demise was imminent. The blond, blue-eyed youth, however, sensed something was amiss; Roy's revenge was likely more complex than it appeared.
While shooting at the zombies, Wellin searched anxiously and angrily for Roy's whereabouts. This lowly race dared to defy the noble white people.
Roy lay prone in the grass at the corner of the wall, using the shadows and weeds for cover, like a hunter eyeing his prey, observing the number of people and their firepower within the base.
To achieve victory against overwhelming odds, the most crucial element is intelligence; blindly rushing in is suicidal.
When the zombies invaded, almost everyone in the base ran out to defend. There were sixteen people in total, fourteen men and two women. The highest-ranking officer was a lieutenant. The military lieutenant America had a silver rectangular epaulette.
Roy's gaze was fixed on the lieutenant; the importance of taking out the commander was beyond question.
Under the command of the burly man, the dozen or so soldiers worked in a clear division of labor, showing no sign of panic. Roy had no doubt that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, this wave of zombie attacks would be easily suppressed by the enemy.
But he was the unexpected one!
Roy moved slowly along the wall, silently approaching the white lieutenant.
Seeing that all the soldiers were focused on dealing with the zombies at the base gate and completely unaware of the enemy behind them, Roy seemed to understand something.
The bastard who shot Saeko Busujima didn't report the intrusion to his superiors. Regardless of his motives, the situation was extremely advantageous to him—the enemy was in the open while he remained hidden.
When Roy entered within twenty meters, the professional soldier lieutenant seemed to sense something, a hint of unease appearing on his face, his brows furrowing, and his gaze shifting.
But it was all too late!
Ride with the wind!
Roy activated the special effects of his Wind Chaser Boots, dashing forward and instantly closing the distance between the two. The Muramasa Sword pierced the burly man's chest from behind, penetrating his heart, and blood dripped from the tip.
The burly man turned his head slightly and opened his mouth wide.
Roy drew his sword, and the opponent fell to the ground, his blood forming a pool.
"Lieutenant?!"
Why are there children?
"shot!"
……
The four soldiers closest to the scene, who were originally dealing with zombies, were stunned by the sudden incident. Enraged, they tried to turn their guns around.
But Roy reacted faster than they did.
Roy drew his Xuanbing Blade, and icy cold air erupted from the blade, transforming it into an ice dragon that roared and pounced towards them.
The four soldiers in front were frozen solid.
Click!
Tiny cracks appeared on the Xuanbing Blade, covering the entire blade. Roy glanced down at it, feeling a pang of heartache. He knew that this demonic sword could only be used once more at most.
The magic sword is so useful. It requires no chanting and can be cast instantly. This feature alone is enough to make enemies' scalps tingle. This high-quality magic sword is even more terrifying. Roy took the time to ask, and it is equivalent to a magic sword worth six or seven hundred thousand falies for the Hephaestus Familia.
Roy sheathed his Ice Blade and charged forward, swinging his Muramasa Sword with all his might, slaying the America soldiers inside along with the solid ice.
By the time the others realized what was happening, Roy had already slipped away and disappeared back into the shadows.
As he moved, Roy glanced towards the tower and his eyes met those of the blond, blue-eyed youth. Roy's cold gaze seemed to say:
"You're next!"