Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

New York, Coenter Forest.

As night fell, the faint moonlight seeped into the dark forest.

It allows people to see the moving shadows in the forest through the dim light.

These were several strangely shaped monsters, each carrying several cold human corpses on its back, walking towards the more tranquil forest.

The monster piled up the corpses they were carrying, along with many that had been there before, and from a distance, the corpses formed a small mountain.

These monsters roam the forest constantly, and each time they appear, they bring with them several new corpses.

If a timid person were to pass by, they would probably be so frightened by this scene that they would lose their soul.

After a long while, the monsters gathered together and began to call upon their leader.

A figure flew through the night sky.

When they arrived in front of them, the figures in the sky also froze.

When we were recruiting, we only thought about people who were capable and tough enough. But when these "failures" got together...

The sheer horror, coupled with their act of transporting the corpses…

This obviously makes the scene extremely sinister.

The leader in the air was naturally Morgan, and the monsters below were his recruited combatants.

This was a cleanup of tumorous beasts organized by Morgan, and it could also be considered a training exercise for her.

Logistics were dispatched to transport the "tumor beast eggs" from several states that had not been cleared during the past few days' travels to the outskirts of the forest.

The purpose of having the combat team transport the supplies into the forest was to let them see the "true side" of this world.

"Today, I will show you the true face of this world."

"From now on, this will be your job!"

"These corpses before you are all about to mutate!"

"Within its body dwells a monster capable of overthrowing human civilization!"

"Once they reach a certain scale, or if powerful individuals emerge among them, it will be catastrophic!"

"Now, all units, fire!"

With Morgan's command,

At the scene, 17 bizarre-looking monsters simultaneously opened fire on the pile of corpses in front of them.

The bullet chain shattered the tranquility of the night, scaring away countless wild beasts that had come seeking blood.

The bullet struck the pile of corpses hard, but the corpses were unusually hard; the 20mm bullet only penetrated them instead of blowing them into pieces.

As the bullets swept past, a scene that shattered their worldview unfolded: from the pile of corpses riddled with bullets, tentacles emerged.

The tentacles of the tumor beast burst forth from its eye sockets, nostrils, and ears, even tearing through the skin and emerging from the gun holes.

With a series of cracking sounds, the dead figures stood up again, their skin still clinging to them.

It attacked the crowd firing in an extremely contorted posture.

Its bizarre shape and strange movements were even more striking than the "failed products" present.

In an instant, someone in the crowd took a step back, and this step back triggered a chain reaction that interrupted their firepower.

"Hold the formation!"

Morgan's loud shout gave his men, who were preparing to scatter and flee, a strong sense of confidence.

"The beasts charging at us aren't strong. You have specially made weapons. Hold your formation and rout them!"

They weren't carrying rifles, but modified machine guns! These were all new weapons supplied by the Vought Equipment Department.

Each one weighs 246kg, and only a superhuman could withstand the recoil of such a self-propelled machine gun.

120 rounds per second, 17 machine guns fired simultaneously, the ammunition belts tearing through the night sky. Faced with such firepower, the flesh of the [bandit-level] tumor beast was easily torn apart.

Of the more than one hundred tumorous beasts, only a handful were able to stand up after this volley of bullets.

"Wow! They're not as scary as they look!"

This wave of attacks gave these newcomers tremendous confidence.

"Those who just fell were only bandit-level!"

"Powerful firearms can easily kill them! Pay attention to their characteristics..."

Morgan began to teach them seriously, after all, this job, while offering high rewards, also carried high risks.

Compared to the actors in the Wot crew, the combatants in the cleanup unit who deal with these tumorous beasts have to face danger head-on.

Combatants are more like true heroes, and Morgan naturally doesn't want them to be sacrificed easily.

and……

"Ding... Subordinate has killed a tumor beast, bounty earned!"

She can earn bounties just as much as her own subordinates if they kill tumor beasts, making it even more necessary to train them.

Morgan diligently taught the basics, and seeing that they had memorized them, he continued his explanation:

"Those that can still stand up are higher-level tumor beasts."

The difference between them lies in the number of tentacles.

In the future, when carrying out missions, it is essential to pay attention to the number of tentacles.

If it has fewer than 5 tentacles, rush in and kill it. If it has 5 to 10 tentacles, hold it back and wait for multiple teammates to provide support before rushing in and killing it.

If you encounter more than ten of these, it is called a "city-level" calamity. If you encounter one, retreat immediately!

Press the alarm to call for backup.

"The seven-man team, led by Xuan Se, and I will quickly head to your aid."

"Now, grab your melee weapons and kill the remaining five!"

The group put down the Vulcan cannon and took out chainsaw broadswords from their backs. The swords were 1.5 meters long, weighed 130 kg, and were extremely sharp, combined with their super strength.

Against these monstrous beasts that can withstand 20mm bullets, the chainsaw sword is more effective than the machine gun.

"Charge! 17 vs 5, you have the advantage, remember to use your abilities flexibly in battle!"

The group nodded to each other, completely forgetting about tactics.

"Brothers, grab your weapons and let's charge!"

A group of people rushed forward, and setting aside their superhuman qualities, it was just a bunch of thugs fighting.

"Hey, who! Who touched my butt just now!" A jackal exclaimed in surprise after running only a few steps.

"Damn it! You fire-breathing thing, aim properly! You've hit me twice already!"

"Peter, stop shooting, I'm scared!"

"Bro, let go! Let go now! Those are my tentacles! They're not from the monster, don't you dare cut them off!"

The group, participating in the battle for the first time, were in complete disarray, fighting without any strategy or plan.

Morgan sighed in exasperation.

Ten minutes later, relying on their numerical advantage, they managed to wear down the five tumorous beasts to death.

Although the battle was a complete disaster, everyone had taken a step towards becoming elite warriors, a giant leap from nothing to something.

After the war, they gathered together and started criticizing each other's teammates.

"Damn it, why are they all trying to cut me down! My tentacles are so much weaker than those things!"

The octopus-man, who had lost three legs, was attaching tentacles to his body, and within two breaths, the severed arms were back in place.

"Come on, you lizard head over there, take my crab claw and eat it. It's cooked after you've been grilling it for so long."

The crab-man tossed his giant claw to the lizard-head while simultaneously regenerating his own claws.

"What?! A lizard?! I'm a dragon! But... thanks, bro, it tastes good!"

How did you know I was craving this?

"You hit my crab claw seven times in a row! How could I not know?"

As they continued spraying, several people gathered together and started a chaotic brawl.

Morgan: ...Go ahead and fight, anyway, their healing abilities are quite strong, so we're not afraid of injury or disability.

An hour later.

The team seemed to have inexhaustible energy, pulling in even their teammates who were watching from the sidelines.

The civil war intensified, becoming even more intense than the fight against the tumorous beast.

Morgan: ...This team is really hard to manage.

Finally, Morgan had to use a large-scale electrotherapy to lull everyone to sleep.

Notify the logistics department to come in and clean up the battlefield.