The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 76 Damn! Why is all the hatred focused on me?

A sudden armor-piercing round shattered Captain Goodman's skull with a bang, and a scarlet electronic eye flew off somewhere, flashing a distinct red arc in the smoke.

"Damn it, where did this enemy come from?"

Surprisingly, even though Captain Goodman had half his head shattered by a single shot, leaving only the right side of his head, he did not fall. Instead, he returned fire with his submachine gun at top speed.

However, the enemy who fired the sniper shot was too far away. After the bullet from his submachine gun traveled that far, it had long since flown off into the unknown.

Meanwhile, the tank hunter, hiding on the second floor in the distance, couldn't help but gasp as he looked at the still lively enemy.

"Good heavens, is this a boss? This definitely is a boss! What kind of infantry has this much health?"

"The tank hunter can't even kill it with a headshot? That's just too outrageous!"

But it doesn't matter. If one shot doesn't work, we can take another. Tank hunters can't take down a tank with just one shot. We can just treat that oily guy like a tank and shoot him down!

Another armor-piercing round!

Unfortunately, the armor-piercing round missed the enemy.

That oil guy was particularly cunning. After realizing something was wrong, he turned around and hid in a nearby building, using a giant gunner as a human shield as he ran.

Although the armor-piercing shell successfully killed the giant gunner, it also allowed the guy to escape.

"Holy crap, the Servo Skull is back!"

Just then, the Tank Hunter saw the skull drone suddenly flying towards him and couldn't help but curse.

He had figured it out: all these servo skulls were controlled by that guy, and his headshot just now had clearly drawn the hatred onto him.

He quickly switched to his secondary weapon for close-quarters self-defense, aimed the double-barreled shotgun at the servo skull flying toward his window, and began to spray bullets.

This shotgun is quite powerful. Apart from its short range, the fact that it can only hold two rounds at a time, and the limited ammunition, it has almost no other drawbacks.

The skull bomb that had just flown over hadn't even locked onto its target before it was shot out of the air by a shotgun. The other bomb was destroyed in the same way, and the second shot that followed took it out in one shot.

Using other weapons to shoot down these bombs would be quite difficult, because their flight path in the air is unpredictable.

But shotguns are no problem; a single shot can cover a large area, and the wide-area fire can easily take down agile enemies.

He detonated two skull bombs in quick succession, but more bombs were flying toward him.

Tank Hunter quickly retreated and reloaded his bullets while urging other players in the chat area to hurry up and take down that damn oil guy, he can't hold on much longer!

No one knows how many servo skulls that thing has taken. At this rate of explosion, he'll be blown to bits sooner or later!
However, the other players replied that they had already started attacking the guy whose head had been blown off.

"Huh? No way, did my shot really draw that much hatred?"

"Why is this guy still so obsessed with using his servo skull to blow me up even though he's already surrounded?" Realizing that his aggro level seemed to be locked, the Tank Hunter was momentarily questioning his existence.

He couldn't understand why his headshot had drawn so much hatred.
Why is this person so petty?
Little did he know that his previous armor-piercing round hadn't just drawn aggro; it had actually damaged Captain Goodman's mech.

Back then, he was blown to pieces by the enemy on the battlefield, and his body was almost impossible to piece back together.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a combat hero with many medals and extremely rich experience in urban warfare, he would have been buried long ago instead of being resurrected to continue fighting.

In order to maintain his skills and further enhance his combat capabilities, the Imperial Necromancer, while resurrecting him, also specially created a mechanical body for him that was half mechanical and half magical.

Compared to when he was alive, his brain, which had suffered severe damage on the battlefield, had long been preserved in his chest cavity, protected by armor plates.

As for his head, it contains a large number of mechanical auxiliary components and detection devices, which he uses to control other cyborgs and locate enemies.

Although the previous shot did not destroy all of his equipment, it did cause serious damage to it.

So much so that after he set the target, he suddenly realized that he could no longer change the target when facing other enemies!
Even as more enemies approached, he could only maintain his original setup and keep tracking the guy with the anti-tank rifle.

"Damn it, they're completely insane..."

Captain Goodman used his mechanical claw to pierce through a soldier's body once again, and with half his head missing, he staggered backward.

Although there were still some soldiers in his company equipped with anti-armor rifles, even his strongest cyborgs were finished, so what use would these guys be if they charged in?

All he could think about now was retreating to catch his breath under the cover of the main force. The chaotic signals and fragmented images before him made it almost impossible for him to think clearly.

He never imagined that his proud soldiers would be beaten so badly by a group of Cambrian people!

He once thought that the street fighting that broke out in Paris during the attack on the Iris Empire was already brutal enough, but little did he know that the street fighting here was even more brutal than that!

He strongly suspected that the enemies he was facing were not human at all, or some kind of monster that had also undergone large-scale modification.

Otherwise, he simply couldn't imagine how these soldiers were trained to be so fierce!
"Ula——!"

It was that familiar battle cry again, but now when he heard it, his thoughts were completely different from when he first heard it.

At first, he felt excited when he heard such a sound, because it meant that the desperate enemy had no choice but to launch a desperate counterattack.

But he soon discovered that the enemy's counterattack was too fierce, and they kept charging with bayonets without end.
Now, upon hearing that familiar voice, he felt nothing but utter terror.

It was these ruthless characters who, facing his highly modified undead soldiers, took only a bayonet and single-handedly killed them all!
Now, these ruthless characters are charging at him with bayonets in hand!
"No, I cannot fall here... My journey is far from over..."

Captain Goodman muttered to himself, but then he suddenly realized that the guy charging at him this time wasn't carrying a bayonet, but rather a glass wine bottle that he'd somehow gotten his hands on.

(End of this chapter)