Fatal Shot

Chapter 384 - Solo Tyrant?

Chapter 384: Solo Tyrant?

“Tzzt, tzzt, tzzt...”

Light blue energy bullets whizzed across the field. Under the heavy barrage of the six-barreled electromagnetic railgun, the others finally managed to get on the defense platform.

“Hurry! You guys get over the wall and out of the city directly! The electromagnetic railgun can only be used for one minute. There are only 28 seconds left!” Feng Luo, who was operating the six-barreled electromagnetic railgun, sounded a little anxious and a bit hoarse.

It was only due to the sound generated from the six-barreled electromagnetic railgun’s firing that the others did not notice. Since that side of the platform where Feng Luo was located was slightly darker, and also because the situation was quite dire, the others also failed to notice the changes that Feng Luo’s body went through.

After hearing Feng Luo, Security Door gave up his initial plans to farm some points under the cover of the railgun.

The group of players quickly got on the platform and worked together to get over the city wall behind the platform.

Since the power supply of the city had been cut, the metallic wall’s laser launchers were turned off. For the players, getting over the wall was quite easy. Even for the NPCs, under the protection of the four Heavy Armor Warriors, getting over the over ten-meter wall wasn’t all that dangerous.

The six-barreled railgun continued to rumble with 20 seconds left...

Azure jumped off the metallic wall, falling into the area affected by the Earth Manipulator’s skill that decreased speed, and was caught by Steel Fortress’ shield.

15 seconds...

Old John was held and taken out of the city by Ultimate Heavy Armor.

Ten seconds...

Jingxiang and Lan jumped off and onto a row of shields.

When Security Door, the last one to jump off the wall, landed, his heavy armor created a tiny pothole on the ground.

“Ka!”

The six-barreled railgun on the platform finally entered the no ammo status, and the one-minute usage limit was up.

Beneath the platform on the street, within a radius of around 40 meters, hundreds of zombies with broken arms and legs had turned into a pool of black and red rot and blood.

Some zombies that still had HP but had lost their mobility lay on the ground, their grayish-white eyes gazing at Feng Luo while their pale lips continued to open and close while they growled.

Although their stomachs were pierced and their insides were rotted, the T-virus gave the zombies incredible life force, enabling them to continue to live. Having lost their mobility, death was just sooner or later for them.

Surrounding these zombies were a lot of energy crystals, glowing weapons, armor, and five or six different colored potions.

Although the number of rewards decreased since the city’s heavy defense weapon was used, the number of zombies killed was still very high. Dan Hen and the others also killed quite a number earlier, so the items dropped from the horde were still quite decent.

The six-barreled railgun had completely stopped spinning and Feng Luo was still standing on top of the platform. He looked at the street filled with severed limbs and body parts and dyed red from blood. He did not immediately jump over the wall to leave.

It looked as if he was attracted by something from among the loot.

However, without the energy bullet barrage from the six-barreled railgun, the remaining zombies from outside the 40-meter radius had started to advance towards the platform. The number of zombies remaining was not high, and there were only around 50 or 60 left.

Compared to Foragers, the zombies’ AI did not have fear programmed into them. Even as hundreds of their “comrades” lay on the ground in front of them, their lightless eyes were still only focused on Feng Luo, the only piece of fresh meat still emanating a wonderful smell still standing on the platform.

After being infected by the T-virus, the hunger they felt from the “Evolution” was the only human instinct left for them, to eat.

On the platform, Feng Luo still did not move.

Roar!

Around 50 meters away from the location, a large human figure suddenly appeared on a forked road.

It was over three meters tall, and its left clawed arm was at least one-third of its body size. Its violent and cruel gaze shifted towards Feng Luo, who was on the platform, immediately after it crossed the road. It roared towards Feng Luo from afar.

“Boom!”

The large human figure extended its hands and flung a hovercraft in front of it. It started moving its powerful and strong legs, running towards Feng Luo. As it ran, the slow-moving zombies in its way were sent flying.

A Level 43 Tyrant!

If it were a zombie horde, Feng Luo’s stay would still be understandable.

With the Foragers dead, it was actually quite difficult for the zombies to get on the platform, as it was quite far away from the ground. It would make sense for him to take the opportunity to farm a bit of points and get the items he wanted.

However, the appearance of a Tyrant meant things completely changed.

Even if the Tyrant had not evolved or mutated like the one from before, a normal Tyrant’s strength was far above monsters with the same Commander Grade. It was especially true for Gunners with weak or no control skills. The Tyrant was, without a doubt, the worse opponent.

There was no doubt that no player in War had the ability to fight toe-to-toe against a Tyrant over Level 40.

Even those incredibly popular players such as “War’s number one Sniper, The First Hidden Profession,” “Wind God, the first person to hold a Legendary Gear,” or the “Top ten superstar players” of various main cities... No matter how strong a player was, there was a limit. Compared to Commander Grade monsters of the same level, there was no doubt that they would always be at a disadvantage.

Feng Luo was also like that, if he did not use 24K and faced it head-on, there was no way that he could beat a Level 43 Tyrant.

As such, no matter how attractive the loot of the zombie horde was, there was no way that Feng Luo could get them anymore. He should quickly try to escape. Feng Luo’s body, which had not moved for a while, finally moved.

“Bang!”

Feng Luo jumped and leaped over the platform’s protective grid and landed on the ground underneath the platform filled with zombie blood and guts. He did not turn around and leave the city but instead jumped down from the platform?!

However, to be precise, this should no longer be “Feng Luo.” As the whites of “Feng Luo’s” eyes were all red, and his pupil had become black. His face changed as well, turning completely red but also covered with a thin layer of dark energy. His expression was something that was closer to being lost.

The situation seemed a bit odd. More peculiar was that after he landed on the ground and moved forward a few steps, dark energy seemed to appear from the hundreds of zombie corpses around the area. After the energy appeared, they converged around his body.

“Feng Luo” stood there, and before long, his body was covered by a clear and obvious layer of dark energy. Apart from moving around his body and continuing to fight for “territory” against the Evolution Virus red areas, the other remaining energy gathered around a weapon.

It wasn’t the Tyrant Revolver, nor was it the Eye of the Thunder but the Ghost Weep Military Knife.

The Legendary Grade military knife was now held in “Feng Luo’s” hand.

The 30cm dark red blade was covered in a layer of dark energy, as well as “Feng Luo’s” right hand holding the military knife.

Roar!

The Level 43 Tyrant had already charged towards him and reached a spot less than 10 meters from “Feng Luo.”

Behind it was a group of around 50 zombies. All of them charging towards “Feng Luo.” He continued not to move as he stood in the middle of the field filled with zombie corpses. The dark energy surrounding him had almost covered his entire body.

Is he planning to go one-on-one against the Tyrant, along with 50 or 60 zombies behind it?