55: Chapter 55 Charging into the Monster Tide, Seeking Death?

At the same time, the system's server-wide announcement mercilessly rang out in the ears of every survivor in District 069.

[Regional Announcement: The First Vanguard Regiment of the Southern Border Hunter Guild has been confirmed to be completely wiped out in Gluttony Town of the Flesh Wasteland.]

The regional chat channel fell into a deathly silence for three seconds.

Then, it completely exploded.

"Holy crap?! That elite squad of over a hundred people from the Hunter Guild is just gone like that?!"

"Damn it! Who the hell did this? Did a Tyrant-level BOSS spawn in the Flesh Wasteland?"

"Who else could it be... Haven't you checked the Combat Power Leaderboard? Chen Chen's combat power value just jumped by a huge margin!"

"It's Chen Chen again... Is this man a devil?"

In the Southern Border Hunter Guild's exclusive channel, Guild Master Chu Kuang was so furious that he smashed his communicator with a punch, yet he didn't dare utter a single word of retaliation.

In the military's command channel, Iron Wall gasped as he watched the footage of that burning steel graveyard sent back by the scouts.

In the Jiang Consortium's secret communication, Jiang Jiuyou listened to her subordinate's report, remained silent for a long time, and only said one sentence:

"Pass this down: all Dark Division members are to unconditionally avoid Chen Chen if they encounter him in the wild."

After this battle, the name Chen Chen became synonymous with someone not to be trifled with in the hearts of all survivors in District 069.

He was the rule of the wasteland.

However, trouble followed.

The tragic deaths of over a hundred people, the extremely thick smell of blood, mixed with the chemical odor of exploding vehicles, broke some kind of taboo in the Flesh Wasteland.

The ground beneath their feet began to tremble violently.

At the edge of the horizon, the dark brown ground undulated like ocean waves.

Countless "Stitched Monsters," haphazardly sewn together from severed limbs and various biological tissues, crawled out from underground, roaring as they gathered into a pitch-black tide.

In the sky, the originally reddish-brown clouds were torn apart, and hundreds of "Corrosive Wyverns" with wingspans exceeding ten meters, dripping with corrosive mucus, circled while letting out ear-piercing shrieks.

A small, three-dimensional horde of zombies composed of thousands of monsters, like a tsunami that had caught the scent of blood, was madly surging toward the town's exit.

The exit of Gluttony Town had already turned into a purgatory.

Chen Chen sat in the driver's seat, his expression calm.

Behind him, the Flesh Wasteland was churning with a "three-dimensional zombie horde" composed of thousands of monsters—Stitched Monsters surging from the ground, and Corrosive Wyverns circling in the sky.

The vehicle hovered half a meter off the ground, with blue electric arcs dancing around the maglev propulsion units.

He gently pushed the joystick with his left hand, and the Lv.12 Heavy Fortress, like a ghost in the night, dove into the surging zombie horde with a lightness and speed that belied its size.

"Shen Wanbing, report targets."

"Jiang Yanxue, provide fire coverage on the right sector. Shen Wanxing, the left."

"Su Xiaoqi, pay attention to collecting high-energy remains."

Shen Wanbing pressed her hand against the concentration ice heart necklace, and the radar's full-area scanning module was instantly pushed to the maximum.

She closed her eyes, and her mental power spread outward like a tide.

In her mind, a 3D topographic map of the entire town exit area was quickly constructed, with every monster's energy signature and every wyvern's flight path clearly marked.

"Directly ahead, the density of the Stitched Monster group is highest, with three Aberration-level bosses. Two hundred meters to the left, three Corrosive Wyverns are diving. Three hundred meters to the right, energy fluctuations of a giant burrowing worm have appeared on the ground; it's about to break through."

Her voice carried a slight hoarseness, but every word was precise.

Chen Chen gripped the joystick with his left hand, while his right thumb gently caressed the virtual crosshair on the dashboard, locking onto the target precisely according to Shen Wanbing's report.

The "Ghost Fortress" accelerated silently.

The A-grade maglev power engine instantly increased the speed to 180 km/h, and the 18.2-ton steel behemoth wove through the zombie horde with incredible lightness.

On both sides of the vehicle, the barrels of eight 12.7mm caliber heavy machine guns hummed as they rotated via electric drive.

Jiang Yanxue and Shen Wanxing guarded the front and rear weapon consoles respectively, their fingertips poised on the firing buttons.

"Right side, fire!" Before Chen Chen's voice had even faded.

A flash of dark red appeared in Jiang Yanxue's pupils.

She lacked Shen Wanbing's delicacy, but she possessed an innate wild intuition.

She pulled the trigger.

"Da-da-da—"

A metallic storm poured out.

The 12.7mm armor-piercing incendiary rounds tore through the night sky, trailing long lines of fire like the reaper's scythe, plowing a bloody, mangled path through the Stitched Monster group on the right.

The ammunition belts were scorching hot, and the barrels trembled, but Jiang Yanxue's eyes were calm, as if she had returned to the years of fighting in the Black Dragon Society.

Tongues of fire devoured the monsters, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and foul-smelling acid splashed onto the energy shield, emitting a "hissing" corrosive sound.

"Left side, three wyverns are close!" Shen Wanbing reported urgently.

Shen Wanxing's small face tightened, and the timidity of the past was gone from her eyes.

She stared intently at the red dots on the screen, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

"Da-da-da—"

The lines of fire intertwined, accurately pouncing toward the diving Corrosive Wyverns in the air.

The first wyvern was hit in the wing; its huge wing membrane was torn, and it fell while screaming.

The second one couldn't dodge in time; bullets pierced its fragile abdomen, and black blood rained down.

The third one was grazed in the head by stray bullets, its massive body lost balance, and it crashed into a rotten fungal pillar nearby.

"Nice!" Chen Chen praised.

But the number of the zombie horde far exceeded expectations.

They were like an enraged swarm of ants, surging forward one after another.

The "Ghost Fortress"'s A-grade memory damping alloy armor resisted the impacts, and the vehicle occasionally trembled slightly.

The B-grade energy deflection shield flickered, neutralizing the corrosive attacks.

"Ammunition remaining: 3,000 rounds!" Shen Wanbing reported the number calmly.

Chen Chen's eyes narrowed.

3,000 rounds sounded like a lot, but in the face of such a zombie horde, it was merely a drop in the bucket.

"Concentrate fire, target the Aberration-level bosses in front!"

Chen Chen operated with both hands simultaneously, focusing the heavy machine guns' virtual crosshairs on the three largest Stitched Monster bosses directly ahead.

"Full speed ahead!"

The humming of the engine suddenly rose, and the maglev propulsion units emitted a stronger blue light.

The "Ghost Fortress" rampaged through the Stitched Monster group.

The reinforced heavy serrated bumper tore the monsters blocking the way to pieces, and the maglev airflow under the vehicle swept severed limbs to both sides.

"Da-da-da-da-da—"

The two heavy machine guns let out a deafening roar, and the lines of fire wove into a net of death, firmly enveloping the three Aberration-level bosses.

Their bodies were riddled with dense holes by the armor-piercing incendiary rounds, their deformed bones shattered, and green blood splattered everywhere.

But the vitality of the Aberration-level monsters was extremely tenacious; they still staggered forward, roaring as they tried to close in.

"Ammunition remaining: 1,500 rounds!" Shen Wanbing's voice was tense.

Chen Chen looked at the ammunition reading on the screen.

This was already the limit.