248 Soul equipmen (1/2)

Competing in vision, naturally nobody could compare with that old fox Mogensha. He squinted his eyes through a crack of the overlord downwards. Not too long later, he excitedly screamed out!

“There, to the left, 500 metres!!”

The Overlord quickly detoured and descended. Only now did Sheyan notice the distinct traces of a huge fleet of zerglings, trampled footsteps and claw marks guided a pathway! Following this zergling trail, a fading shadow could been seen amidst a gigantic cliff. Carefully observing, a pitch-black cave could be seen; shaped like the mouth of a voracious beast, it emitted a chilling sensation.

Due to the fact an ordinary Overlord already possessed the true-sight ability, Sheyan wasn’t afraid of any arachnids hidden burrowed underneath the ground. He directly leapt down, reflecting for a moment before shouting to Mogensha.

“I’ll leave Baiise with you. You two will keep watch outside, and I’ll bring the other two marines in. That should be enough to cover the narrow firing space of the cave, anymore will be redundant. If the enemy appears with more reinforcements, remember you have to primarily target the hydralisks!”

Mogensha understood that he wouldn’t be of much use within such a complicated and dark terrain like the cave. Hence, he bluntly acknowledged. Sheyan wasn’t afraid of Mogensha fleeing by himself. Their current interests were already closely knitted together, sharing the same mission and their roles greatly complemented each other. Yet more importantly, Mogensha’s reputation within the Blackthorn tribe was as good as zero, if he wanted to purchase any ‘Worshipped’ rank things; for example increasing his attack range or movement speed, he would’ve have to engage Sheyan to assist him with it.

After the two separated, Sheyan immediately concocted a gene dosage: ‘Strength of the Bear’s flesh’; instantly propelling his strength to 20 points! He then retrieved his ‘Prometheus (III) Flamethrower’ and slung it around his neck. The cave was approximately 5-6 metres wide, and not even 4 metres in height; releasing a stifling eeriness. Sheyan reckoned that the arachnid horde consisted primarily of zerglings, even if there were hydralisks, there wouldn’t be that many. Because in such an environment, it allowed for only 2-3 hydralisks to attack at one go. The remainder had to wait behind for their comrade to fall. It would be a complete waste of manpower. Hence, nimble and slippery zerglings would be the priority.

Truthfully speaking, Sheyan alone would be able to take down hundreds of ordinary zerglings within this confined environment. If he had firepower reinforcements behind, definitely they will be able to sustain longer. Leading the two elite marines upfront, an awfully intense stench streamed into their noses. Going deeper, corpses of rotting zerglings pitifully covered the entire region. Their faint yellowish fluids coagulated into clumps of blood ponds, splashing repulsively as the humans stomped over it.

Sheyan disregarded the filth as he dived and soaked himself with the zergling fluids. This behavior may seem erratic, but it widened the possibility of the vicious zerglings delayed reactions to him. Doing it was better than doing nothing, even if it amounted to nothing, he still wouldn’t lose anything.

Suddenly, one of the marines sprinted ahead and picked up a broken helmet. A terrifyingly distinct hole was penetrated through on this helmet. Muddied blood and white brain fluids filled the tip of the helmet. Naturally, one of the marines had lost his life here.

The 3 then continued advancing, discovering more horrific bodies on the way. Of course, the multitude of arachnid corpses overshadowed the human body parts. Yet the arachnid horde could be replenished easily, but for the fleeing humans, a death signified a permanently weakened defence! Not long later, complete bodies of the Roughneck special forces surfaced. Sheyan hurried along a curve in the cave, pushing away clumps of zergling corpses on the way. Astoundingly, underneath a clump appeared a rather familiar face.

Qiaoer.

The long range sniper, Qiaoer.

His face was rigidly cringing, blood smeared every surface of his skin. His twin eyes were horrifically widely opened. Cracks were plenty over his upper battle armour. Yet beneath it……

There was nothing.

One could easily infer, he had been pounced down to the ground by a zergling. He then tried frantically to wrestle away the zergling, but another 2-3 more vicious zerglings swarmed in, tearing through his body with their razor-sharp fangs and claws. Within a flash, Qiaoer was reduced to half a body. Because of the battle armour, his upper body was spared. The zerglings then switched their focus.

Sheyan helped to roll down Qiaoer’s eyelids, covering his eternal grievance. His formidable long range abilities was really awe-inspiring, worthy of being one who had injured the Metals professor before. Yet he carried a weightier ambition in his heart. In Sheyan’s schemes, the people he hated most were ones with dangerous ambitions…….

The casualties begun to pile up more frequently. Amidst that, Sheyan discovered another familiar face. Within the dim lighting of the cave, he suddenly witnessed a skinny figure twitching as he sprawled over a rock. Looking closely, it was that Harnik that was seemingly on good terms with Qiaoer. He was actually still alive?

Sheyan hurried forward, about to reach out for crazy Harnik. Suddenly, a bloodied zergling burrowed up abruptly. Its coercive sharp fangs directly piercing towards Sheyan’s face!

This sudden attack really caught Sheyan off guard, forcing his body backwards as he managed to dodge the zergling. Yet this action exposed his naked throat, allowing the ferocious zergling to swiftly spin and clawed against him. In a split second, a fist arrived first as it smashed directly into the zergling’s mouth! The immense brute force instantly threw the zergling against the rocky wall.

The zergling lunged forward in defiance, snapping against Sheyan with its savage fangs. Yet its fang seem to collide against an impregnable sensation, while its primitive brain was obviously not able to process the underlying strength beneath it. In a split second, the next fist pummeled heavily onto the zergling’s eye. Yellowish fluids gushed out from its ears and nose, as a powerful kick followed it. Without a doubt, this 50 HP zergling died on the spot.