Chapter 1209: Chapter 1181: The Chaotic Battlefield
"Kill them!!"
"Block him! Block him!"
"What have you been practicing all this time, True Qi or farts? Three people can’t stop a single Mystic Rank?!"
"Snipers! Snipers, aim and suppress that Earth-level one, don’t let him have a free hand. Quentin is barely holding on over there!"
Chaos, utter chaos.
The once organized Nether Army Base is now more than half in ruins.
The destructive power of an Earth-level expert has reached an extremely terrifying level. If Fourth Grandfather hadn’t reinforced the Formation at the Nether Army Base, it might not have been just half destroyed by now.
The scariest part isn’t the fight between the Earth-level experts, but that so many of them have confined the battle to such a small area.
The Nether Army Base, after several reconstructions and expansions, is considered quite large, but compared to the number of Earth-level experts gathered here, it’s too small.
What happens when so many Earth-level experts are crammed together in battle?
The result is that more than half of the Nether Army Base has turned into ruins, and the remaining area isn’t much better.
Even the laboratory, which used to be the center, had the topmost floor partly shaved off.
In the air, various experts flew in chaos, tangled in fights.
In contrast, the ground combat, though less fierce, is even bloodier and more brutal.
In terms of numbers, the Nether Army has the absolute advantage, but in individual strength, they can’t compare to these invaders at all.
Among these invaders, even the weakest is a Mystic Rank expert.
And the Nether Army? At most, they are of Yellow Rank, with some not even at Entry-Level Grade.
Only those Battle Generals can contend with them.
Since they can’t win, how do they fight? By piling on lives!
The entire base’s ground is stained red with blood.
Many Nether Army Warriors, with bloodshot eyes, charge at Mystic Rank experts in suicidal attacks. Some can’t even self-destruct; so they hold grenades with pulled pins and desperately embrace those Mystic Rank experts.
Nether Army Warriors are not afraid of death!
But even such suicidal attacks can’t completely withstand these powerful invaders. Within the base, the resistance is mainly owed to the Martial Artists who later joined the Palace of the Nether King.
At this moment, Catherine’s strategy finally bore some fruit.
Although those later-recruited Martial Artists don’t have the fighting will of the Nether Army Warriors, their power is making a difference after all.
And among the Earth-level experts, allies are holding off half of the pressure.
"But if this keeps up, we’re not far from collapse either." Catherine said worriedly, looking at the chaotic battlefield outside.
Beside her, Alice was frantically tapping on the computer, seemingly contemplating some countermeasure.
"I’ve already injected a group of volunteering warriors with Li Xinmei’s regenerative cells and sent them into battle. But since there was no prior testing, I’m not sure what the consequences might be," Alice said, her face slightly pale.
Catherine’s gaze shifted to a certain direction.
"So far, so good. Those brothers who were injected have held off several Mystic Rank experts, mitigating quite a bit of the pressure."
"That’s good." Alice breathed a sigh of relief, but her face remained grave.
Because even so, in the face of this nearly cataclysmic powerful invasion, it’s still like a drop in the bucket.
Alice even sent untested experiment subjects onto the battlefield, indicating just how precarious the base’s situation is now.
In truth, the ground battles between the low-level Martial Artists are somewhat manageable, but their biggest disadvantage is the lack of Earth-level experts.
No one expected the enemy to strike with such a thunderous attack.
What does a sudden assault by nearly twenty Earth-level experts look like?
This is evident from the pitted surface of the base, as if bombarded by a meteor shower.
On the Nether Army’s side, even counting allies, they only have about ten Earth-level experts, whereas the enemy has nearly double their number.
This means each of them has to deal with more than two Earth-level opponents.
And for those outnumbered, what’s the solution?
Fill the gap with human lives!
This is the only option left for the Palace of the Nether King.
"No matter what, we have to hold on, at least until the boss returns. We absolutely cannot lose!" Catherine said, gritting her teeth.
"Yes, we must hold on!" Alice said with a tense face: "Call a few more over and keep injecting them with regenerative cells!"
"Okay!"
Fight to the death!
This is a true fight to the death.
They say war is a meat grinder, and many of the veterans in the Nether Army have seen real battlefields, but even those battles pale compared to today.
Because at most, bullets will just kill you.
But in this True Qi-churned battlefield, people could be shredded to pieces at any moment. This is truly a meat grinder in every sense of the word!
Quentin, covered in blood, had his enormous body towering like a small iron tower.
His strength hasn’t broken through to Earth-level yet, but now he is facing a real Earth-level expert.
Though his opponent’s strength is just at the Living level, Quentin still can’t match him now.
Now, Quentin is covered in scars, all left by that Earth-level expert. The gap between Mystic and Earth levels is like an insurmountable chasm, spanning across both of them.
"Big black guy, how many more strikes do you think you can take from me?" The Earth-level expert standing before Quentin licked his short knife, wearing a bloodthirsty smile.
Such a battlefield was something he had never experienced, but for some reason, he felt particularly exhilarated being here.
And when excited, he wanted to kill.
Although he is only of Living cultivation, in such a place, killing some people is still not a problem.
Before Quentin, more than ten Nether Army Warriors had been slain under his short knife.
Quentin, with blood-red eyes, clasped a massive iron hammer, his face gruesomely fierce, struggled with words and expressing emotions, so his reply was succinct.
"I will... kill you!!"
The massive iron hammer suddenly fell towards the Earth-level expert.
Yet, this terrifying strike was blocked by the other with one hand!
"Looks like you don’t understand the difference between Earth-level and Mystic Rank, do you? You’re adorably stupid." The Earth-level expert flashed an eerie smile as he prepared to strike again with his short knife.
But at this moment, his smile froze.
Because unknown to him, a blade tip had already protruded from his chest.
"You’re the stupid one!" Quentin spat out blood-tinged saliva and gave a thumbs-up to Ye Tu behind the Earth-level expert.