62: Chapter 62 Su Chen's Domineering Suppression

Accompanied by a terrifying roar like a bolt from the blue.

Ten precious points of mental power were instantly drained.

Inside the gun barrel.

A destructive shotgun blast, woven from violent thunder and scorching hellfire.

Like an ancient fire dragon roaring out of its cage, trailing a long tail of flame, it blasted toward that abandoned metal platform at a terrifying speed that was completely unavoidable!

Andre didn't even have time to let out a terrified scream.

The burly guards in front of him who attempted to act as meat shields, along with the defensive bunker welded from thick steel plates.

Before this violent and unsolvable Bronze-grade firepower, they were as fragile as paper.

“Boom!”

The light of interwoven thunder and fire instantly swallowed the entire platform.

In the blinding firelight, the white robe Andre was so proud of was instantly burned to ashes.

His hypocritical face was blasted into a bloody, soot-covered mess by the explosion's shockwave.

Even the worn-out Bible he used to play God was burning fiercely under the high temperature of the hellfire!

“No!”

“This is impossible!”

“My A-rank [Seducing Voice] is invincible; even mutant behemoths can be brainwashed by me. How can a mere human like you have no reaction at all!”

Andre crawled out from the ruins of the smoking metal platform in a pathetic state.

His face, covered in blood and black ash, was filled with unprecedented terror and disbelief.

This was his greatest trump card for ruling the entire Underground City and making countless wasteland thugs willing to die for him!

However, standing on the platform, Su Chen merely looked down at him with cold eyes as if looking at a dead man, a violent sneer hanging on his lips.

That look completely shattered the last sliver of hope and pretense in Andre's heart.

“Fire!”

“Everyone, fire!”

“Kill him!”

“Turn every breathing man on this train into a honeycomb, and capture those women alive!”

Like a crazed gambler who had lost all his chips, Andre hid behind an overturned iron barrel and shrieked hysterical orders at the hundred or so cultist thugs around him.

Hearing their leader's roar, those cultist goons, who had been deterred by the explosion, were once again stirred by their innate ferocity and greed.

“For the Priest!”

“For the supplies and women on the train!”

“Kill!”

Over a hundred crude homemade guns, rusted rifles dug out from old-era armories, and even a few old-fashioned light machine guns were all aimed at the [abyss roarer] on the platform.

A dense hail of bullets, like a metal storm, whistled and poured toward Su Chen and the girls.

“Clang, clang, clang!”

Countless bullets hit the train's five-centimeter-thick Black Iron-grade [Gale Abatis Armor]. Aside from a series of dazzling sparks, they didn't even leave a shallow white mark.

A grim chill flashed through Su Chen's deep eyes.

He casually hung the Thunder-Fire Shotgun on the tactical belt behind him. His voice, like a death sentence from the nine layers of hell, rang clearly in every crew member's communication headset.

“Zhang Man, Anye, the entire Combat Team, disembark!”

“Except for the civilians who cannot resist, as long as they are cultists with weapons in their hands...”

“Leave none alive. Kill them all.”

Following Su Chen's domineering and decisive command for slaughter.

A suffocating and terrifying killing intent instantly erupted from the carriages of the [abyss roarer].

“Received, my Peerless Overlord!”

Zhang Man's wild and excited shout was the first to ring out.

“Boom!”

Accompanied by a deafening mechanical roar, Zhang Man leaped directly from the train's gangway, which was over two meters high.

The dark silver [Valkyrie Exoskeleton Armor] she wore reflected a cold, deadly luster under the dim neon lights.

Her already tall and hot figure looked extremely wild wrapped in the armor. Her long, powerful legs slammed onto the hard rock ground, actually stomping out two deep pits.

“B-rank Talent — [Steel Body]!”

Zhang Man activated her ability without hesitation.

Her skin, which was originally a healthy wheat color, instantly took on a layer of indestructible metallic luster like titanium alloy.

“Micro-thrusters, maximum power overload!”

At her command, several jet ports on the back and legs of the exoskeleton armor suddenly spewed out half-meter-long, ghost-blue, high-heat exhaust flames.

Zhang Man transformed into a heavy armor-piercing shell fired from a cannon. Carrying a terrifying kinetic energy that could crush anything in its path, she charged directly toward an armed pickup truck at the front of the enemy lines.

In the back of that pickup truck, a heavy machine gun was frantically spitting fire.

“Die, you reckless bitch!”

The gunner on the pickup truck frantically pulled the trigger, trying to tear the charging woman into pieces.

However, those large-caliber bullets, capable of piercing thin steel plates, were all easily deflected upon hitting Zhang Man's Steel Body and exoskeleton armor.

“Get out of my way!”

Zhang Man reached the pickup truck and let out a roar like an ancient female Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Instead of slowing down, she used the violent momentum of the thrusters to lower her head and slammed her armored shoulder fiercely into the side of the two-ton pickup truck!

“Bang—Boom!”

The scalp-numbing sound of twisting metal and a dull impact rang out simultaneously.

That pickup truck was actually knocked over onto its side by Zhang Man's pure physical and mechanical violence!

Several cultists on the truck, along with the heavy machine gun, were crushed under the heavy vehicle body with screams, instantly compressed into a pile of meat paste mixed with blood and organs.

“So violent, but I like it.”

The lazy and seductive voice of the Demi-human assassin, Anye, drifted faintly through the air.

Her graceful and hot, exquisite body was currently completely hidden under a semi-transparent Optical Stealth Combat Suit.

The pair of black cat ears on her head keenly captured the breathing and heartbeat of every enemy on the battlefield.

S-rank Advanced Talent [Shadow Stealth] was fully activated.

Anye seemed to completely merge into the omnipresent shadows of this Underground City.

A cultist machine gunner hiding behind a barrier was firing wildly, having a great time.

Suddenly, he felt a bone-chilling wind blow past his back.

Immediately after, an incredibly soft, hot body emitting a charming fragrance pressed eerily against his back.

“Having fun shooting, Uncle?”

Anye's husky, seductive voice, like a demon's whisper, rang softly in the machine gunner's ear.

The machine gunner shuddered in fear and was about to turn his head.

A high-frequency vibration dagger emitting a lethal blue light had already sliced through his throat as gently and precisely as cutting tofu.

“Pfft!”

Blood sprayed onto the rusted barrier like a fountain.

Anye didn't even look at the slowly falling corpse; her fluffy black long tail flicked elegantly in mid-air.

Her figure once again transformed into a mass of pitch-black mist, instantly teleporting into the shadow of the next target.

For this Demi-human beauty who possessed top-tier wasteland assassination arts...

This wasn't a battle at all, but a magnificent dance of slaughter dedicated solely to pleasing her great master.

And on the roof of the [abyss roarer]'s spacious second-floor panoramic living area.

Chu Qingxue stood quietly in a thin white silk nightgown, like an ice goddess descending to the mortal realm.

The biting cold wind of the Underground City blew through her long, black, smooth hair, pressing the thin nightgown tightly against her body, outlining her proud and majestic snowy peaks and her slender waist.

This aloof and noble dance department belle's clear eyes had now completely turned into an emotionless icy blue.

“S-rank Talent — [Extreme Cold Frost].”

Chu Qingxue's red lips parted slightly, her voice as cold as ten-thousand-year-old profound ice.

Her jade-white hands quickly formed seals in front of her chest, and an extreme cold element capable of freezing the soul gathered in her palms like a storm.

Behind the ruins in the distance, a burly cultist was grinning as he hoisted an old-fashioned RPG rocket launcher, attempting to aim at the train's carriage.

“Die, you rich demons!”

Just as the cultist was about to pull the trigger.

Chu Qingxue's icy blue eyes swept over him coldly, and she pointed her jade finger in the air.

“Crackle, crackle!”

A series of ear-piercing ice-freezing sounds suddenly erupted in the air.

The cultist carrying the rocket launcher didn't even have time to react.

A thick layer of blue frost emitting a bone-chilling cold instantly spread up from the soles of his feet.

In less than a second.

The man, along with the rocket launcher on his shoulder, was completely frozen into a lifelike ice sculpture!

On his rough face, he even retained that ferocious and arrogant smile from before firing.

“Bang!”

A panicked thug nearby accidentally bumped into the ice sculpture.

“Crash—”

The ice sculpture, whose molecular structure had been completely destroyed by the Extreme Cold Frost, shattered directly into a pile of fine ice shards.

The bright red flesh and organs were all frozen into thumbnail-sized ice cubes, scattered across the filthy ground of the Underground City.

This terrifying scene completely shattered the psychological defenses of the surrounding cultists.

“Devils! These women are all devils!”

“Run! Run quickly!”

“The Priest lied to us; this isn't some fat sheep at all, this is a group of humanoid monsters!”

And at this time.

A dozen or so girls from the dance department, also wearing dark silver [Valkyrie Exoskeleton Armor] and holding Black Iron-grade Repeating Hand-crossbows, had already charged off the train in a neat tactical formation like a pack of well-trained she-wolves.

Under their tight tactical camouflage uniforms, their youthful, beautiful, and vibrant bodies were wrapped.

But in the eyes of these wasteland thugs, this group of beauties was simply a death warrant more terrifying than the Grim Reaper himself.