"Ugh..."
A suppressed dry heave came over Qian Duoduo’s comms channel. "Fucking disgusting! These things are even more nauseating than greenskins!"
"Shut up and focus!"
Shi Potian’s voice was cold as ice.
The trio pushed forward without the slightest hesitation.
The three Nadu Believers seemed to sense their arrival and turned around sluggishly.
They didn’t roar. They simply grinned, their murky eyes quietly watching the approaching Steel Warriors as the satisfied smiles on their faces grew wider and more brilliant.
"I’m going in!"
With a furious roar, Qian Duoduo cranked his power armor’s engine to maximum. He charged forward like a heavy tank.
BOOM!
With a thunderous crash, his tower shield slammed into the believer in the center.
The terrifying force of the impact sent the believer flying. Its obese body traced a parabola through the air before crashing to the ground over ten meters away. Several pustules on its surface burst instantly, splattering a foul-smelling green liquid everywhere.
The instant Qian Duoduo struck, Shi Potian made his move.
His figure flashed out from Qian Duoduo’s left like a phantom.
The power armor pushed his physical abilities to their peak. He became a dark-green afterimage, instantly circling to the flank of a believer who was about to step forward.
SWISH!
A flash of light from the blade.
Shi Potian’s movements were dazzlingly fast.
His Long Saber let out a sharp whistle as it tore through the air, precisely slicing across the believer’s neck.
It met no resistance.
The fat, ugly head shot into the air.
But what gushed from the severed neck was not crimson blood, but a nauseating, dark-green slime like swamp mud.
The headless corpse swayed twice, then collapsed.
A one-hit kill!
Meanwhile, the third believer was already swinging a thick, horribly corroded steel pipe down toward the core of the formation: Qin Feng.
The pipe whistled through the air, carrying immense force.
However, it was met by a cold, sinister gleam.
Qin Feng’s movements were neither as swift as Shi Potian’s nor as ferocious as Qian Duoduo’s.
He simply took one step to the right just as the pipe was about to hit him.
The simplest, most effective sidestep.
He avoided the savage blow by a razor’s edge.
Then, the Long Spear in his hand moved.
It wasn’t a thrust, nor an upward strike.
But a perfectly precise... jab... from below.
SQUELCH!
The alloy Armor-Piercing Spearhead, without any resistance, punched through the believer’s lower jaw and burst out the top of its skull.
The entire process was clean and efficient, without a single wasted motion.
All of the believer’s movements came to an abrupt halt.
The steel pipe in its hand fell to the ground with a CLANG.
Its body was hoisted high into the air on the Long Spear, limbs dangling limply.
Qin Feng flicked his wrist.
SPLAT!
The impaled head exploded like a ripe watermelon.
Red, white, and green... all kinds of filth splattered in every direction.
Qin Feng flung the headless corpse aside. He swung the Long Spear in a semi-circle through the air, shaking off every last drop of slime until its deep, iron-gray color was restored.
The first exchange took less than ten seconds.
The three Nagash Followers had been annihilated by the trio from Dorm 402 with overwhelming, unstoppable force.
Their teamwork was already perfectly in sync.
Qian Duoduo was responsible for breaking formations and absorbing the initial assault.
Shi Potian used his advantage in speed to flank and assassinate stragglers.
And Qin Feng, with his god-like spear techniques and superhuman battlefield awareness, firmly controlled the pace of the entire battle. He was both the support and the ultimate, fatal finisher.
"Nice!"
Qian Duoduo excitedly banged his Warhammer on his shield. "Next!"
On the HUD map, the three red dots representing the enemies had already faded.
They didn’t linger, immediately heading for the next objective.
The bottom of the mine pit had transformed into a battlefield of blood and fire.
The sounds of explosions, clashing metal, and the students’ rage-filled shouts rose and fell in waves.
Every combat squad was locked in a vicious struggle with the mutated monsters.
The students were surprised to find that these Nagash Followers, despite their relatively low life-force indexes, were far tougher than they could have imagined.
They seemed to feel no pain. Even with their limbs hacked off, they would still squirm, trying to bite their enemies with their teeth.
Their bloated bodies possessed astonishing strength and toughness.
Furthermore, the pus that splattered from their bodies was highly corrosive. The moment it touched the surface of the power armor, it would make a HISSING sound and emit puffs of white smoke.
The battle was ferocious from the very beginning.
But the students of Qiming First High School were, after all, the Empire’s most brilliant prodigies. After some initial chaos, they quickly adapted to the rhythm of the fight.
Chu Lan’s Horse-Slaying Saber swung in wide, powerful arcs, each one capable of cleaving a believer in half, flesh and bone.
The other combat squads also unleashed their own Divine Techniques.
And the squad from Dorm 402 was undoubtedly the most efficient killing machine on the entire battlefield.
They were like a precision war machine, calmly and efficiently reaping one contaminated life after another.
Qian Duoduo’s tower shield was their strongest bulwark.
No matter how frenzied the enemy’s attacks, he could not be moved an inch.
He always managed to create the safest opportunities for his teammates to attack.
Shi Potian’s saber was their sharpest spearhead.
His bladework was vicious and deadly; every strike was guaranteed to take down an enemy.
And Qin Feng’s spear was the absolute core of this war machine.
In his hands, the three-meter-long Alloy Long Spear seemed to come alive.
Sometimes it struck like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave—sly, vicious, and instantly fatal.
Other times, it was a gale sweeping through autumn leaves—broad, powerful, and capable of mowing down an army.
With his life-force index now at 10.01, Qin Feng’s physical shortcomings had been overcome. This, combined with his terrifying combat style, made his dominance on the battlefield utterly astounding.
In just ten short minutes, another five Nagash Followers had fallen before the trio.
At this point, all eighteen of the infected miners in the outer area had been completely wiped out.
The bottom of the mine pit was now littered with the twisted, rotting corpses lying in disarray.
The stench in the air had reached an overwhelming intensity.
However, the battle was not over.
As one, everyone’s gaze turned toward the largest mine entrance in the deepest part of the pit.
The last and brightest red dot on the HUD map was located right there.
The monster with a life-force index of 14.5: Kro.
Deep within the mine, there was a dead silence.
It was as if an ancient beast was quietly waiting for them in the darkness.
SQUELCH... SQUELCH... SQUELCH...
The sound of heavy, viscous footsteps slowly echoed out from the darkness of the mine.