Abyss Summoner-Chapter 243 - 238: Blood Path

Urgent cheers rang out.

Xu Hongzhuang used the last of her strength to condense a long sword in her hand, and the faint glow illuminated the faces of everyone there.

Some warriors also began shouting, "Reinforcements, reinforcements have arrived."

Though not numerous, the reinforcements miraculously carved a bloody path.

It was like walking in a pitch-black mountain, where the distant lights from homes, though faint, kept despair at bay in everyone's heart.

In the face of such a crisis just now, the arrival of reinforcements undoubtedly gave everyone a shot of courage.

"Woo-woo..."

A group of zombies had already rushed to the midsection of the city wall, and within their rotten cheeks squirmed a swarm of maggots, especially those hollow and soulless eyes, like bridges to the necromancer realm, ready to devour one's soul.

Dozens of zombies piled together like a ladder, slowly approaching the screaming crowd.

Toxic arms hooked a warrior's body.

Facing the terrifying enemy that lunged at them, the warrior with combat experience hurriedly aimed his gun at the zombie, instinctively pulling the trigger, sending a bullet into the zombie's body.

A spray of blood exploded.

Spraying rotten blood splattered onto the warrior, destroying the zombie's heart, and the special gunpowder blast even blew the body apart, yet its upper half successfully clung onto the warrior's body, suddenly plunging downwards from the city wall.

As long as the head remains intact, any wounds to zombies don't hamper their slaughter.

Their bloodthirsty nature turns them into hellish specters; from the moment they become zombies, they abandon human emotions, and the purpose of their existence is slaughter.

The warrior was dragged into the throng of corpses.

"Hong Liang!"

On the city wall, several warriors screamed madly, but to no avail; at the scent of human flesh, a dozen zombies pounced on the man's body.

Head, arms, thighs.

In the cacophonous battlefield, the warrior's cries of agony were buried, only his eyes revealed his immense suffering.

The feast continued.

In the face of such agony, the man must endure it for some time before dying.

Swoosh!

An arrow whizzed by.

The man's pupils constricted to half their size, then turned lifeless.

The arrow pierced straight through his forehead, shooting through his skull, instantly ending his life.

No one blamed the arrow's owner; from the moment of being bitten, the warrior wasn't salvageable; the intense corpse toxin invaded his limbs, and even if he lived, he'd only carry the virus.

And this manner of death might be the greatest respect for a warrior.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The arrows didn't cease; three more arrows flew out, striking nearby zombies, pinning them forcibly to the ground.

Tremendous force.

Someone seemed to be approaching amidst the zombie horde, moving swiftly, their graceful silhouette barely discernible.

She held a long bow, each time she drew the string, it signaled a zombie or several zombies' deaths; the arrow's power was so fierce, often penetrating one zombie's head then continuing through another's body.

"In..."

Amidst the bizarre desecrated prayers, a beautiful figure dashed out from the zombie group.

She wore a loose cloak, like a priestly garment, fabric of unknown material concealing her skin, yet in no way obstructing her graceful figure, the semi-concealed attire left every man feeling their blood boil.

This was undoubtedly a temptress.

In her right hand, she held a bone-crafted gigantic bow, an arrow sack slung on her back, her agile speed akin to a fish in water; zombies couldn't predict her next move.

"A bunch of disgusting rotten meat."

The Dark Elf glanced at the surrounding zombies, a smile slowly curving her lips, full of murder but containing an indescribable allure.

Elwin.

When the Dark Elf reached the Silver Peak, she revealed her name to Chen Feng.

Like the Inferior Demon, she was one of the first Summoned Beasts to follow Chen Feng; her character flaws didn't affect Chen Feng's heavy reliance on her; her innate agility and archery made her a slaughtering presence in every battle.

"Don't waste time."

Flora punched away several zombies, glancing at what she considered a posturing Dark Elf, speaking sternly, "Master orders us to open a passage as quickly as possible to let our people through; we must be fast to clear the zombies by the walls first."

Skeleton Warriors followed behind, zombies falling one by one, while the human warriors behind steadily advanced, moving toward the gate.

Outside was too perilous.

If the zombies turned their spears, Chen Feng's group would endure immense pressure.

In the shortest time, they must crush the zombie tide, then rendezvous with Xu Hongzhuang's troops to evade danger.

The Dark Elf glanced at Flora, a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes, but she dared not defy Chen Feng's orders; snorting coldly, she turned her head away.

"In...on..."

Complex Abyssal Language sounded from her mouth, followed by cunning and evil intentions slowly growing on the battlefield; as this force intensified, the ground beside her suddenly started writhing, then the hard earth completely shattered, revealing an ugly creature.

From appearance, it looked like a melted giant candle, with eight strong, powerful tentacles, a blood-red eye embedded in the body.

Wax Melting Demon.

Each High-tier Priestess of Rose knew how to summon the Wax Melting Demon; on the day she reached the Silver Peak, Rose crowned the Dark Elf, granting her the ability to summon such a creature.

The arrival of the Wax Melting Demon again triggered quite a stir; being two meters tall, its body enveloped in a heatwave, tentacles sometimes dripping liquid, which upon contact would melt stone.

Woo-woo...

Howling echoed.

The Wax Melting Demon employed no excess maneuvers, charging straight into the zombie horde by the walls, its eight tentacles waving in the heatwave, knocking countless zombies away.

The foul stench spread through the air.

The Wax Melting Demon seemingly found the killing insufficiently thrilling, moved its body, and plunged into the zombie cluster.

It was a gruesome sight!

The fierce heatwave enveloped nearby zombies; even these beings of powerful vitality stood no chance, instantly melted into puddles; the Wax Melting Demon stood below the city wall, spinning its body wildly, with eight tentacles rippling, forming a vacuum in an instant.

Zombies were utterly bewildered, everything happening too quickly; they had seen victory's dawn, but with reinforcements arriving, more and more comrades were slain or driven away, the industrial park's crisis had subtly shifted.

Under the evening glow.

Bullets rained like a storm, Chen Feng calmly wielded a gun, each bullet claiming a zombie's life.

In the face of danger, one learns many defensive techniques.

Gunmanship.

In his past life, Chen Feng spent years advancing from a rookie to a master level.

Whenever zombies approached, he'd mercilessly pull the trigger, returning them to their grave; zombie's movement speed couldn't match Chen Feng's swift reactions; zombies became the slaughtered victims.

More and more zombies lay dead by the roadside, Chen Feng's reinforcements forcibly cleared a bloody path amidst the zombie tide.

"Advance."

At the command, warriors backed one another, slowly approaching the gate of the industrial park.

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