bestfiction Chapter 166 Is this a warehouse? It's a nest!
Chapter 166 Is this a warehouse? It's a nest!
The sword was too long and somewhat awkward to handle. Zhong Ming's posture was more like kneeling on one knee with his right hand raised high, as if he were about to pierce his palm with the sword and pin his entire left hand to the ground.
It's not hard to dig out rotten meat; the difficulty lies in determining the boundary between rotten and good meat.
This reminded him of his childhood, when he was playing and accidentally got a splinter stuck in his hand.
He was young then, and in his eyes, the thorn was enormous, like a great general who had been struck by an arrow and collapsed helplessly. The extreme pain even made him think of cutting off his finger to end the pain.
My father then brought out a clip, some strong liquor, and some old gauze that had been washed countless times.
He said, "A man can't always expect help from others; you have to fight for yourself."
Perhaps, in the eyes of a father who had endured so much hardship, it was just a tiny, insignificant problem, not even comparable to a single day during his time as a night soil collector.
But for the children at the time, Zhong Ming felt that he had risked his life to fight that splinter.
He couldn't remember how his injuries healed afterward; only the boundless courage and resolute will he felt at that time remained vivid in his memory.
A piece of rotten flesh fell to the ground, just like the bits of flesh in the monster's stomach.
Akame stood to the side, holding a large bow. She had been keeping a close eye on the people exploring ahead, preparing to provide support with arrows. However, her attention was constantly drawn back to Zhong Ming's inhumane actions. Even though he hadn't made a sound, she couldn't help but want to watch.
If Zhong Ming had just asked, even if he asked everyone, she would have spared some medicine, but he didn't, so she didn't either.
Drops of liquid fell to the ground. Compared to the bloodied and wounded, this was nothing. However, the power of human will was perfectly demonstrated here.
Zhong Ming was very serious, as if he were performing some kind of religious ritual. His pain never subsided, nor did his courage.
Finally, it was over.
A little bit of spirit wine was sprinkled on the wound, and the big man could see Zhong Ming's face contort, but it was just the physiological activity of his facial muscles.
He sprinkled on the medicinal powder, wrapped it in gauze, sprinkled on the deodorizer, and finally sprinkled on the animal repellent powder. The man quietly completed his "ritual," slowly got up, and walked into the depths of the warehouse with his sword in hand.
"Well... um, bro, why don't you take a break for a bit?"
"I've been resting the whole way."
Zhong Ming walked slowly, almost side by side with Chi Tong, who was always ready to draw his bow.
The warehouse was very large. The veterans had already rushed to another breach. Once it was blocked, all that was needed was to clear out the remaining monsters inside to form a temporary defensive stronghold.
In fact, before the interior was even properly cleared, the external defense battle had already begun. The exploration team had to detach some members to work at the defensive points that had been cleared along the way and begin defending against external attacks.
Xuan Jing was reluctantly thrown to a defensive position, for a simple reason.
Are you out of your mind, you lunatic? Throwing explosive tags at every monster you see! This is an armory! Trying to blow us all up in the armory?
Now, this warehouse is like a rock stuck in the path of the monster tide. The more monsters they attract, the fewer monsters there will be in front of the city wall. When the time is right, the main force can launch a group counter-offensive and push the battle line all the way here.
Moreover, the monsters are not endless. Large areas near the exit have been seized by humans and cultivated into medicinal fields, leaving insufficient habitat for the monsters to support so many of them.
unless.....
They absorbed the medicinal herbs from the herb field and the flesh and blood of humans, and began to multiply rapidly.
"Here! The artillery zone needs support! It's spiders, a lot of spiders."
A loud shout drew most of the human forces to the sound, including Zhong Ming, who quickly moved towards the source of the sound.
After passing through a door, Zhong Ming almost couldn't move. The warehouse was full of boxes of shells, all kinds of shells, which looked very valuable.
But Akame didn't even glance at him, and her steps didn't falter in the slightest, causing Zhong Ming to run after her.
The corridor was dimly lit, the illuminating stones nowhere to be seen, and Akame's eyes had turned red as they traversed the complex corridors as if in a back garden. The bluestone bricks clattered under their feet, and after turning a corner, they saw their target area.
A large, densely packed hall, with several smaller rooms connected to it. All the room doors were open, covered with fine, snow-white spider silk.
Several people were fleeing for their lives. There were two intersections connecting to the hall, and most people gathered at another exit.
"What did they see? Give us some information! What's the use of yelling for help?" Zhong Ming complained, taking a step forward with his sword, only to be blocked by a "slender" arm.
"Look up."
"Up there... um, saving people is the priority."
A giant spider was crawling on the ceiling. The upper part of the warehouse had been transformed into a huge spider web, with spheres made of white spider silk hanging on it, each of which had once been a vibrant life.
The Ghost Spider is known for the patterns on its back that resemble ghost faces. This one is likely a second-grade gold-level spider.
Its eight eyes have turned a pale gold color instead of blood red, indicating that it has completed the most important transformation in its life as a spider and has acquired the innate supernatural power in its bloodline, an eye-like supernatural power that can slow down the movements of enemies.
Those targeted by it will feel an immense sense of oppression, especially those who dare to meet its gaze. Humans of the same cultivation level will be greatly suppressed, and the flow of spiritual energy will be reduced by almost half.
The problem is, it has eight eyes.
When all eight eyes converge on a single enemy, although the demonic power is greatly depleted, the effect is terrifying.
The weapon refiner's favorite thing to do is to gouge out its eyes and refine them into magical artifacts.
As the group retreated, how could the demonic spider let such a convenient opportunity slip by? Its eight eyes snapped open, and a vast expanse of spiderweb fell down like a mosquito net curtain, covering their heads.
"Keep running!" A veteran made a move, forming a hand seal with his hands and throwing a parasol forward.
The umbrella flew like a sword, arriving in an instant and hovering above their heads. In a flash, it opened, magnifying several times over, and flames burst forth from the oiled paper umbrella, blocking the spider silk.
Yes, it only blocked it; it didn't burn it completely.
The spider silk burned without breaking, allowing the flames to spread upwards along it.
The ghost spider got angry and thrashed its web with its front legs, causing several thicker spider threads to vibrate rhythmically, which then spread to the other small rooms.
Countless spiders, each the size of a fist, sprang to life in response, swarming out from several rooms.
Zhong Ming was at a loss for what to do, but Chi Tong actually patted him on the shoulder.
She said, "Ready to go."