Horror game, but harem plan

Chapter 70: Mountains of Corpses and Seas of Blood

Yang Ming hadn't used a bow for a long time. Before, he basically used it as a close-range finishing blow. The accuracy of the long-range design was not as good as Miss Goto's. After three arrows were deflected, he gave up this task and gave his remaining arrows to the girls.

He held the bottle filled with liquid in his hand, quietly waiting for the moment when the fence outside was broken.

More and more zombies gathered outside, and the output of the two bows and arrows obviously could not cause effective damage, especially since the shooting distance was too far and the parabola of the arrows became increasingly difficult to control.

“Roar!!”

The roar was louder than ever before, and everyone's heart was gripped.

The metal of the iron fence began to crack, and as the zombies slammed into the railings one after another, these monsters seemed to be using their claws and fangs as battering rams.

Faced with the large number of zombies, the iron fence could not hold out for long.

"boom!"

Until the moment the iron fence was broken, the Molotov cocktail in Yang Ming's hand brushed past with his fingers, igniting a dazzling light in the blood mist.

Molotov cocktail: The first page of the anarchist's cookbook.

Throw it towards the broken opening and it landed precisely in the middle of the zombie group.

"boom--!"

The bottle Yang Ming swung drew an amber arc in the air. The instant the glass shattered, a burst of flames ignited the monsters, and they, their flaming bodies, sped through the holes in the fence and into the trap the man had set. Their flame-corroded flesh instantly fell beneath the iron nails, leaving huge holes in their decaying bodies.

"They will be slowed down when they come into contact with the iron nails. Don't rush to fire. Wait until they gather together."

The zombies that were cleared out were instantly replaced by the ones running madly behind them. Their fast-moving figures did not show any trace of their slowness during the day.

Once the gap appeared, the corpses outside the fence rushed in like a mudslide that found a flood outlet. Yang Ming did not hesitate and threw out the Molotov cocktail again, followed by a tube explosive with a lit fuse, which was also thrown into the coverage area of ​​the Molotov cocktail.

"Bang! Boom!"

The burning, explosion, and penetration of the iron nails completely took away their lives, but just like a drop of clear water mixed in ink, the empty land was once again filled with black.

"Ding-ding-ding-"

Facing the dense tide of zombies, Yang Ming saw bags of loot falling one after another in the flames. These things were his rewards after surviving the blood moon, but they did not improve the current situation at all.

There was no way he could collect spoils from such a large number of zombies unless he wanted to die.

Twenty Molotov cocktails and twenty tube charges had been used up, but the roar of those creatures still did not stop. Soon, the front of the iron nail trap was filled with a circle of charred zombie corpses...

The flow of time seemed to be extremely slow at this moment. Yang Ming took advantage of the moment when the space below was cleared to look around. Those things were still pouring in from all directions. The zombies that he could easily kill during the day became extremely aggressive now, and rushed towards here with their hands raised.

This isn't right. With this number... could it be that they are calling all the zombies in the town to surround and attack me?

This was the third time Goto Ichiri had reloaded the robot turret. Reloading the turret once meant that nearly 100 rounds of ammunition were consumed.

The situation was a bit serious. If the number of enemies continued to attack in this way, the amount of ammunition they had would be limited. Sweat broke out on the palms of Yang Ming's hands as he held the Molotov cocktail. His brain was working rapidly at this moment. He kept recalling the strange dreams he had in the afternoon, trying to find possible clues from those scenes.

[Upgrade! You have reached level 5 and have three skill points to allocate.]

The wooden bow in Goto Ichiri's hand stopped, and the arrows had just been used up. The corpses of zombies almost formed a dense tide in front of the iron nail trap. They didn't need to aim at all, they just needed to pull the bow mechanically and shoot, and the stone arrows would find the desired target and pierce it.

智慧6【1+5】（聪明）：你现在越来越聪明了，250爆头伤害%，30%概率截肢。

[Charming - Level 2]: Team leader, you are a team leader who can give strength to others. The blocking and melee abilities of allies and team members are improved.

[Charming - Level 3]: You are very good at inspiring others' enthusiasm. Allies and teammates take reduced damage from all sources, and bleeding stops twice as fast.

In less than a second, she activated the skill, took out the Molotov cocktail from her backpack and lit it, silently counting the number of Yang Ming's Molotov cocktails consumed in her mind.

Yang Ming used up all the thirty Molotov cocktails in his hand. He turned around and looked at Goto Ichiri who was ready to attack.

"Goto, you throw the Molotov cocktail."

"it is good!"

The Molotov cocktails fell towards the defense line of the iron nail trap. Those things had begun to squeeze into the nail trap with their flesh and blood, and cracks began to appear on the outermost trap.

Yang Ming saw that some fat guys and helmeted guys had started to mix in with the zombie tide - they had higher health points, and a Molotov cocktail and a tube charge were not enough to kill them instantly.

He first threw down an unexploded tube of dynamite, and then added a piece of dynamite with a lit fuse. The two exploded at the same time, and the helmet brother's helmet was blown high into the air, and the metal helmet was charred black.

Soon, the consumables in his backpack were completely emptied. Looking at the zombies that had gradually broken through the outer defenses, he silently calculated the approximate passage of time.

Thirty Molotov cocktails and explosives can probably hold the battle line for an hour. If this situation continues, when the three people have used up all the projectiles in their backpacks, the night will probably not...

"vomit--!!"

Soon, a sharp vomiting sound interrupted his thoughts, and green acid flew towards the roof. Yang Ming looked at the uniformed fat man in the distance and thought to himself that something was wrong.

"Bah—!"

The corrosive acid water did not hit himself or any of his teammates. Perhaps because the distance was too far, its trajectory deviated.

But it happened to hit the only way to reach the roof - the stairs.

The metal ladder sizzled with corrosion, and the rising white smoke was tinged with a pungent smell. Goto Ichiri's fingers, which were holding the Molotov cocktail, suddenly tightened, and she saw Yang Ming's Adam's apple roll.

"Hongxia! Kill that fat guy first..."

Before he could finish his words, a second wave of acid streaked across the night sky. This time, the vomiter adjusted its angle, and the green slime flew towards the rooftop, moving in slow motion. Yang Ming instinctively tackled Goto, holding her in his arms while using his back as a fulcrum to land on the concrete blocks.

The acid flowed past Goto Ichiri's pink hair.

Chapter 71 The gradually broken defense line

There was more than one fat man in uniform who appeared.

Yang Ming stood up and looked at the ugly guys coming one after another in the distance. Although Yidizhi Hongxia could kill them quickly with a pistol, there was always time to change bullets, and the attack range of these guys was also astonishingly long.

They started spitting acid towards us from a distance of at least 30 meters. Although the distance made their accuracy very poor, we couldn't just leave them alone, otherwise the ladder would be destroyed by them...

"No...that's too much!"

In the short time that Hong Xia squatted down to change the magazine, three fat men had gathered in the distance.

Also, because the three of them had squatted down to hide themselves against the wall and the eaves, the acid they spit out together this time accurately hit the only road.

The metal ladder let out a teeth-grinding wail under the impact of the acid. When the first drop of green slime splashed on the horizontal bar of the fifth step, milky white foam instantly boiled on the rusty iron bar. The originally dark red rust turned into a fishy-smelling charred liquid and flowed along the ladder lines. Yang Ming clearly heard the sound of metal fatigue breaking - the sound was like someone scratching back and forth on a blackboard with fingernails.

I am really afraid of what will happen.

The ladder can no longer hold up.

The moment he heard the acid hitting the building, Ijichi Hongxia stood up, quickly pulled the trigger of his pistol, and the gathered fat men were shot dead accurately.

Goto Ichiri also stood up and looked at the dense group of zombies below. He dropped the Molotov cocktail gently, and of course he did not forget to add some tubular explosives to make up for the damage.

"Ka-ka-"

The iron nail traps let out bursts of mournful cries. Under the surge of the zombie tide, the outermost traps were already showing signs of collapse and began to turn into scrap metal one by one.

At that moment, the shotgun fire almost illuminated the blood moon. The zombies charging forward were torn to pieces in an instant, and the front row became a mess of blood and flesh.

"Yang Ming, it seems that the mutant has not appeared."

"Um···"

The man was chewing on the wind with a strong fishy smell, and his ears were almost filled with the incessant roar.

Replace the bullets and fire. In this situation, the shotgun's range killing ability is very useful.

Now that the zombies have no way to find them, they are still rushing towards this side. The second before they are killed by the flames, explosives, and spikes, they will try to scratch off a piece of the concrete building with their claws, and when the building below begins to collapse...

[Upgrade! You have reached level 6 and have three skill points to allocate.]

[Charming - Level 4] Captain: You possess top-tier leadership, with +1 attribute for all allies and team members.

[Charming - Level 5] General: You are a true hero, and all allies and team members gain +2 attributes.

[Robot Inventor - Level 3] Introduction to Robotics: Your project has entered the next stage. Robot damage is increased, ammunition capacity is increased, and the number of robots that can be deployed simultaneously is increased by 2.

Just after Goto Ichiri maxed out [Charming], Yang Ming and Hong Xia's main attributes, which were already at full value, experienced another breakthrough.

力量14【1+9+3+1（雪茄）】（人类顶峰）：你一拳就能让你的敌人躺在火葬场，或许只有千钧之力能够用来描述你的非人力量，你的攻击必定触发截肢！

Agility 13 [1+9+3] (Light Steps): If someone attempts to hit you with long-range firepower, it will be much more difficult than you imagine, and your attack will definitely trigger amputation!

智慧9【1+5+3】（天才）：你现在是个真正的天才了，造成285%爆头伤害，45%概率截肢。

When the attribute exceeds 10 points, the headshot damage has been completely covered by amputation.

It seems that the scenes of blood foam flying directly caused are the triggering special effects of amputation.

Goto Ichiri upgraded again the moment her consumables were cleared. After choosing her skills, Ichiri took the throwing object handed to her by Ijichi Hongka - now she had no time to throw.

The long-range mutants did not continue to appear, but the zombie dogs below began to appear in waves. These guys have high attack power. If four or five zombie dogs are left alone, they will destroy the defense line twice as fast as ordinary zombies.

【Concrete wall】5000/5000.

“Bang—bang!!”

"Boom! Boom!"

Two shotgun blasts and nine-millimeter bullets quickly took care of the zombie dogs, but the nail trap eventually collapsed. As the second layer of the trap was broken, Yang Ming looked down with the shotgun in hand. The zombies had already squeezed into the last line of defense. Even though their bodies were pierced to pieces by the nails, they still tried to attack the wall.

Although the health of the concrete wall is very thick, it cannot withstand such a large number of intensive attacks. In the gaps between the explosions of Molotov cocktails and explosives, the health of the building dropped rapidly.

At the same time, the zombies finally broke through the last layer of the iron nail trap, and the trap that consumed a lot of materials completed its function.

The moment they collapsed, the zombies, no longer hindered by anything, clung to the walls one by one. They raised their heads with crazy eyes and looked at the three people standing on the edge of the roof, and their alienated claws slapped the concrete wall.

The roar of the shotgun and the snap of the pistol woven into a deathly rhythm. Yang Ming's shoulder, gripping the butt of the gun, went numb from the continuous recoil. Every two shots from the shotgun ripped a circular hole two meters in diameter through the zombie horde, the flying lead pellets piercing several zombies before embedding themselves in the ground. Hong Xia's pistol suddenly swung in a beautiful twirl between reloads. The metallic scraping sound of the new magazine sliding into the gun handle echoed, and the zombies about to attack the wall suddenly collapsed.

He pushed open the loading mechanism of the double-barreled shotgun with his thumb, and two red shell casings emitting blue smoke clanged at his feet. He pulled out the ammunition directly, pressed the primer of the bullet with his palm, and slammed it upwards.

"Boom!"

With the 14 points of strength and shotgun skills, every time a gunshot sounded, the enemy in front would be torn into pieces, but the problem of too little ammunition eventually exposed the problem. Even with the firepower network organized by the three people working together, the health of the concrete wall was still decreasing.

3875/5000.

Yang Ming mechanically loaded and fired. He only needed to aim at the area with the most concentrated bullets and spray a rain of bullets. Hong Xia would help him deal with the rest.

[Upgrade! You have reached level nine and have three skill points to allocate.]

[Upgrade! You have reached level 7 and have three skill points to allocate.]

Hongxia and Yili both leveled up, but were confused for a moment. They didn't know what skills could make the situation better at this time.

The blood-red moonlight cast a strange halo on the bloodstains on the cement wall. Hong Xia's pistol suddenly fired empty, making a "click" sound. The crisp sound caused an eerie silence in the tide of corpses for half a second.

Yang Ming glanced at his experience bar. It had already reached the maximum value of level nine, but he could not upgrade any further. Some kind of restriction was blocking his experience gain.

Chapter 72: In despair, the choice begins

"call···"

"How much ammo are left?"

"Five Molotov cocktails and seven explosives."

"Two hundred nine-millimeter rounds."

""

Yang Ming looked at the backpack with only fifty shotgun bullets left. The zombies below had already begun to tear apart the first layer of cement bricks and rushed into the gun store howling.

"ha···"

Sighing heavily, the young man helplessly watched as one zombie after another rushed into the building. They would slowly destroy the building until it completely collapsed, and the three of them were directly exposed on the ground.

At that time, facing such a large number of zombies moving at such a fast speed, it goes without saying what will happen to him.

"The defense line has been breached. Now, let's take a break."

"Rest..."

Hong Xia put down the almost broken pistol and silently took out the repair tools to repair it.

Goto Ichiri's robot turret had already used up all its bullets, and he had handed almost all of his pistol bullets to Hongxia, leaving only 30 bullets for himself.

"Why are you so depressed? It's not like you're going to die soon."

Yang Ming smiled, making an exceptionally relaxed sound, so relaxed that it made people wonder if he was on vacation instead of facing a brutal battle where he could die at any moment.

The girls looked at each other and saw endless despair in each other's eyes. That gray color was the fear of the end of life.

Even if they still had enough bullets, they would not be able to attack the zombies that were destroying the house below from the roof, not to mention that they were running out of bullets.

"Don't worry, don't worry, have you forgotten what I said? You will survive."

The man's overly calm and relaxed voice brought a new sparkle to Hongxia and Yili's eyes. Could it be that... he still had some trump card that could reverse the crisis?