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Chapter 835 - 497: Evacuation

Chapter 835: Chapter 497: Evacuation

Even without the inherent malice of the disaster fog Terror Devil toward humanity, the Rose Duke would have chosen to take revenge on humans.

He was an entity that bore malice toward all humans. In his narrative world, he took on the form of the Withered Rose, devouring the population of an entire city, totaling over a hundred thousand people. Even in death, he never gave up his quest for vengeance.

Now, appearing as a Terror Devil, he saw it as the best opportunity for revenge.

Therefore, when he suspected something might be wrong with the military advisor, he did not hesitate to make a move to test the waters. He did not want any existence to stand in the way of his plans to avenge humanity.

Even if he knew that the current situation might have been orchestrated by the factory, he transformed, without a second thought, into the deadliest yet most vulnerable Withered Rose.

"Be it the military advisor or the human general, none of you can stop me!" the blood-colored rose laughed loudly, "Factory, come on, analyze me, replicate me, and use my powers to send all of humanity down to hell!"

At this moment, the Withered Rose’s powers were fully unleashed, and horrifying thorny vines sprouted from the corpses of the Terror Devils within and outside the Safe Zone.

The dense vines stood tall like cypresses, creating a wall of despair. On the land, both Terror Devils and humans became targets of the vine’s attack.

The vines would drain the flesh and life force from their victims and extend new tendrils from the corpses of their victims. In a cycle that repeated, they would eventually devour civilization as a whole.

In an instant, both humans and the majority of the Terror Devils underwent a formidable assault.

The human warriors went all out with their firepower, and the players deployed their skills, barely managing to fend off the encircling vines. Nevertheless, casualties still occurred.

These tough vines, bristling with barbs, would emerge from every corner, more dangerous than the previous assaults by the Terror Devils. Once entangled, one would be sucked dry into a mummy within seconds, making way for the birth of new vines.

In many cases, the fighters didn’t even have time to open fire because the vines would suddenly burst out of the ground beneath their feet, and careless shooting could lead to friendly fire incidents.

In the chaos of the battlefield, Old Zhao swallowed ginseng roots with force, as the ginseng given by Li Changhe quickly restored his physical strength, offering him a glimmer of hope for survival.

With the warm current surging through his body, Old Zhao vigorously waved his short sword, severing the vines curling toward him.

This short sword was a spoil of war from the ’Treasures immortal team.’ The undead swordsmen were equipped with one long sword and one short sword, both incredibly sharp. According to the players, these were all equipment of Rare Quality.

As for the long swords, they became unusable, too heavy for ordinary people to wield. The players had kept them as backup weapons. The short swords, however, were a boon for non-player combat personnel. Old Zhao, who was quick on his feet, grabbed one for close combat.

At this time, he didn’t dare be careless for even a moment, and he even refrained from using firearms to attack distant vines.

Because there was a teammate nearby with extremely skilled shooting abilities—one of the Great Wall Special Forces members who had taught him how to hold a gun and had even killed several Terror Devils barehanded.

Yet it was this seasoned veteran soldier who, while shooting at vines to support teammates far away, was suddenly ensnared by a vine that sprouted from behind. There was no time to save him, and he was quickly turned into a mummy.

There could be no mistakes, no distractions—Old Zhao shouted in his heart to steel himself.

The short sword in his hand didn’t hesitate to slice through one vine after another.

With the sharp weapon and the aid of the ginseng, Old Zhao cut through more than a dozen vines. But he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. A single slip and all Li Changhe could do was mourn him. If even the experienced special forces members could slip up, how much longer could he, hardly an expert, hold on?

Old Zhao felt bitter in his heart, as he had just watched Li Changhe being attacked by dozens of vine tendrils as thick as water buckets, and now he had no idea where he was. Only the powerful bombings falling from the sky could prove he was still alive.

Unfortunately, those powerful bombings couldn’t destroy the Withered Rose being dragged into the air by the vines. Countless blood-red vine shields guarded the rose, blocking most of the attacks. Even Li Changhe was unable to kill the Withered Rose; this time it seemed...

At that moment, someone nearby shouted, "Break out! Everyone, follow me and break out immediately! General Li Ba, we’re retreating!"

Indeed, they couldn’t stay here any longer, they had to leave the area immediately. In the minute after the duke transformed, more than a dozen warriors had been sucked dry into mummies, to linger any longer would mean certain death.

The player in the Tang suit, who up until now had stood immovable, took a horse stance, and with a low shout, he unleashed a punch towards the vine-infested path.

A terrifying air wave exploded with the punch, carrying a conspicuous sonic boom. With just one punch, he cleared a nearly hundred-meter straight line of the Terror Demon and the vines.

This was the Tang-suited player’s charged finishing punch, initially meant to take down Council demons like the Green Lion or the Wild Hunting King.

However, unable to move while charging, she was now unable to attack the distant Withered Rose and could only use it to clear the retreat path.

Seizing the might of this single punch, the warriors either carried or hoisted the wounded and charged forward. A few players eliminated the spreading vines at the edge of the group.

Unexpectedly, two vines as thick as train cars suddenly burst out of the ground in the distance and then, like cracking whips, smashed towards them rapidly.

Those were... vines born from the corpses of Abyssal Worms, which after absorbing enough nutrients, turned a deep red, tougher and larger than other vines.

The players’ faces changed at the sight of these vines; a single sweep could kill too many people and they were difficult to stop.

Just as the few official players made up their minds, ready to sacrifice themselves to stop them,

A pitch-black... telephone pole? It raced in like an arrow, striking heavily upon one of the blood-red vines.

It contained an unimaginable strength, piercing and breaking the massive vine, even penetrating the building behind it.

The other blood-red vine, meanwhile, was smashed to pieces by a series of green meteors that fell from the sky.

In the team, Chen Yu, who was carrying Xiao Nan, his expression shifted slightly. The green meteors were Li Changhe’s Hundred-Headed Shooter·Starfall, but the other was... could it be...

"He’s here," Yun Ting, who had been guarding them and warding off the thorns, sighed softly. Her emotions seemed mixed.

Hearing this, Chen Yu looked up towards the rooftops of the buildings beside the road ahead, where a dark figure flashed by.

His body, having endured numerous tough battles, was draped in the tattered Mountain Pattern Armor.

Black mud was dripping from the broken stump of his right arm.

And from the eye holes of the darkened Bronze Mask, black mud flowed out as if it were crying...

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