Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 944: Section 619: Transmission_3

Chapter 944: Section 619: Transmission_3

The dog tags around his neck had already been taken away, and it was unclear whether it was by his successors or his comrades.

But regardless, may your lord have mercy on you, and may the latter be able to leave this chaotic wasteland.

Uttering a maxim that had long since received no response, she pushed open the door, gun pointed forward, and glanced behind her. Seemingly infected by something, she smiled slightly, then raised her thermal neck ring from her neck.

This is Oslo, before the Great Destruction Era, it was the best industrial base in the European region, with a large population, numerous factories, and countless drones and aerial ships within the atmosphere that the city never lacked as postcard references.

But since the beginning of the Great Destruction Era, this place had become unsuitable for humans. Spirits, ghosts, different kinds, and Chaos ruled here.

About eighteen hundred years ago, during the last Tide of the Dead, different kinds and Chaos were banished back to their world. This cold city was left only with spirits and ghosts, especially ghosts, relics from the old times, even the Great Destruction Era, still wailing in this city.

The purple light under the gun barrel was not working; the Tech Hunter carefully walked in the corridor, surrounded by ghosts—these poor souls, bound in place, devoid of past consciousness, only left with their last memories, praying, weeping, holding their children awaiting death’s arrival.

They couldn’t understand that death had already arrived, just as they couldn’t see the decayed corpses under each other’s feet.

Please, save me.

The ghost’s whisper echoed in her ears, her will completing this whisper’s confrontation; the rotating gun barrel was directed at the ghost, and a brief flash from the purple light below the barrel purified it, while the ghosts nearby just became fierce before calming down again due to the light going out.

This is the world of the dead, any life coming here will only meet each other’s ultimate end.

Life cannot be eternal, but death can be.

Fate really isn’t fair.

With such thoughts, with the silencer on her gun pointed to the right, there, a Ripper Beast that had just crawled out of a crack in the wall hadn’t had time to open its mouth when a large caliber bullet already traveled from the barrel, quiet but still deadly in the efficient silencer.

The bullet entered through its forehead, then blew off its entire back skull; tissues, fluid, and shattered bones decorated the wall behind it like a scene from an abstract painter’s studio.

With the help of recoil raising the gun barrel, she looked up at the ceiling where skinned human-like figures—Ghouls, these explorers of old times; some died in corners, others turned into such terrifying figures.

The Array on the silencer was activated; the bullet carrying a holy aura traveled through its entire course, finally entering its right eye, drilling through its back skull while flying out, hitting the spine as it tumbled.

Before it hit the ground, the killer caught this once again dead corpse with Spiritual Energy.

The deep gunshots and the falling of shells, along with various things hitting the ground had already made nearby ghosts alert, their crimson Soul Fire scanning the corridor, unable to see the Tech Hunter who had masked her own presence.

Taking a step out of the corridor, she pulled out a flare from her waist, ignited it in an instant, a warm and soft light lighting up at its front end, its bearer then throwing it behind her.

The ghosts self-ignited, ignited by the holy energy, the deceased of old days ultimately turned to ash.

The one who purified them used the previously acquired ID card to swipe through the mechanical door in front of her.

Holding the gun, aiming at the corner where there should have been a monster, she found the monster already dead there... no, it was hard to describe that skeleton as a monster.

What kind of joke is fate playing?

In confusion, she cautiously advanced until at another position, she drew her pistol, pressed against the wall pointing towards the other end of the ceiling around the corner—there was nothing, she lowered her head raised up, and then saw the carcass in the middle of the road.

It seemed that someone had been here before her arrival, but it was impossible, the ID card could swipe open the door behind her, indicating this place had always been sealed previously.

With confusion and incomprehension, she continued forward, Haus’s youngest daughter had never been as nervous as today, she walked a short distance, reached out her hand, and opened a room door nearby, originally there should have been a Ghoul bursting through the door, giving it and its prey a double surprise.

But now, in the opened door, there was only a Ghoul long dead, pinned to the wall by a chair leg.

She walked up to it and looked at the metal rod—that metal rod pierced directly through its chest and then pinned it to the wall.

This... this is a wall of alloy from the old era.

With awe for the inherent divine power, the Rabbitfolk continued forward, she flipped open the floor in front of her, what she saw was a Skin Peeler that had been trampled dead underground, this kind of monster adept at attacking from below, but this time it hadn’t even managed to attack before dying beneath the ground.

Eventually, with her doubts, she reached the main door.

She applied a Blessing Spell to herself, drank Holy Water, changed to a new magazine, recharged the flashlight under the barrel, adjusted her goggles’ angle, fully prepared she swiped her ID card on the card reader, and the main door opened in response.

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