Night World Players

Chapter 21 The Dark Tide
After firing those shots, Rast did nothing else, but waited in the heavy rain, like a quiet stone sculpture.

After a few dozen seconds, the rain really subsided, from the originally torrential waterfall to fine raindrops, but the footsteps that were previously obscured by the heavy rain also became closer.

Blood-red lights appeared in the rain. Without the cover of the mist, the first group of Iron Crosses had discovered Last's location.

Fanatical eyes were fixed on Rast's figure, as if he was some kind of rare delicacy and eating his flesh could make one immortal.

bang——

Close combat broke out in an instant. Last dodged an iron cross that was swinging at his steel sword, and then used the reaction force of kicking it to jump high.

The next moment, the space where he was a moment ago was cut apart by dense barrage of bullets.

The barrage also covered several Iron Crosses that were close to them. Stimulated by the evil god statue and blood, the Iron Crosses were almost crazy and did not care about hurting their companions. The bodies of those unlucky guys were riddled with bullets in an instant and they fell down limply like torn sacks.

Laster made several jumps in the air, then hid deftly behind the steel skeleton. The bullets missed and hit the metal bracket, splashing sparks.

While dodging in the air, there were a few bullets that Last was unable to dodge completely. Under such a density of bullets, even a seasoned person would be limited by physics. However, he blocked most of them with his bayonet, and a very small number of bullets hit non-vital parts, tearing gaps in his flesh.

Although the injury was not serious, with the vitality boosted by taking the serum, Last began to heal quickly without even bleeding. However, this self-healing ability is not without cost. Each healing will drain a lot of his physical strength. If this intensive fire suppression continues, Last will have no choice but to wait for death.

Fortunately, in the era of Deep Blue Port, there were no perfect automatic firearms, and the only automatic rifle prototypes were still in the trial stage. The bullet capacity of the guns held by these Iron Crosses was not large. After a round of intensive volleys, they stopped and began to reload.

And what Last was waiting for was this short interval between reloading.

He kicked hard on the metal support behind him and rushed towards the Iron Crosses like lightning, moving swiftly among the crowd like a bullet leaving a chamber.

The harsh friction sound of metal colliding sounded like drumbeats, and every collision meant that the bayonet in Last's hand was stabbed out, and then pulled out from the opponent's heart or throat, leaving an arc-shaped line of blood.

The black bayonet flickered in the rain, like a pitch-black thunder across the sky, piercing, flickering, and flickering again...

The black lightning that pierced the sky did not stop until Rast stopped his movements.

He stopped beside his sniper position, with his bayonet hanging down and inky blood dripping from the top of the prism.

In front of Last, the last few Iron Crosses froze, then fell into the puddles created by the heavy rain, creating small splashes of water.

It's not that these Iron Crosses didn't try to fight back. Before being infected, they were all elite navy men who had served for many years. In addition to marksmanship, they were also proficient in military combat. This combat experience was retained after they were transformed into Iron Crosses. Close combat was not their weakness.

But Rast was more experienced than them. Even the most elite navy only trained for a dozen or twenty years, but Rast's fighting skills had been honed for more than two hundred years.

When the Iron Cross serum made up for the last shortcoming of Last's physical fitness, his fight with these Iron Crosses of the army was no different from adults bullying children.

The short-lived victory did not make Last relax, because new footsteps sounded again, and the Iron Crosses from the outer part of the port area arrived again. …

If you stand on a high place in the port area at this time, you can see a very shocking scene.

The iron crosses on the periphery were like an inky tide, surging in layers, and Last and his sniper position were like a tiny grain of sand in front of the tide.

The sand and gravel should have been washed away without a trace by the tide, but Rast stood firm like a rock, crushing wave after wave of waves.

In the end, the wave of encirclement and suppression of the stubborn stones stagnated.

The Iron Crosses gathered on the periphery, staring at Rast among them. Gunfire rang out continuously, but they no longer dared to move forward.

Around Last, the bodies of the Iron Crosses were stacked densely, and his body was covered with scars of varying sizes, including gunshot wounds and sword wounds. These were the price he paid for repelling multiple waves of Iron Crosses.

Anyone could see that Rast was at the end of his strength, with both his physical strength and self-healing ability reaching the limit, but no Iron Cross dared to deliver the final blow.

They were actually scared of being killed by a human.

Seeking profit and avoiding harm is a gene engraved in the bones of every living thing, even the Iron Cross is no exception. At this moment, facing Last, fear and the instinct for survival overwhelmed the Iron Crosses' desire for blood and sadism. No one wanted to be dragged down by Last at the last moment and become a scapegoat for other creatures.

At this time, the Iron Crosses are no match for those brainless zombies. If it were zombies, Last would have been overwhelmed by the tide of zombies and eaten up like Tang Monk.

The two sides fell into a brief stalemate. If the situation continued in this way, Last's goal of delaying time would soon be achieved.

But at this moment, Rast suddenly moved. He kicked the ground hard and bounced out, even though there seemed to be nothing beside him.

The next moment, a sharp blade cut through the skin on Last's neck, leaving a trail of blood, and was only a millimeter away from cutting his throat.

Fire burst out from the muzzle of the revolver, and the single-action rapid-fire fired all the full metal jacket bullets in the magazine within a second.

Facing the continuous Iron Cross offensive, Last had no time to change bullets, so he had been using a bayonet for close combat. The ammunition currently in the magazine was his last reserve for this battle, but at this moment Last was wasting it all on the air beside him.

This was not even the end. At the moment the single-action rapid-fire ended, Last threw the revolver out, and then he kicked the sniper rifle on the stabilizing bracket next to him.

The slender sniper rifle spun in mid-air and was then firmly grasped by Last. He aimed in the air and pulled the trigger. It was a nearly face-to-face sniper attack.

The steel core bullet was shot out in a spinning motion in the firelight.

Then, accompanied by the sound of the bullet breaking through the body, the pointed bullet suddenly froze in the empty air.

(End of this chapter)