Demon Lord's Reincarnation

[B-BE CAREFUL! S-SOMETHING A-ATE THEM!]

[M-MINE'S STILL ON THE GROUND BUT THE CAMERA IS—]

[W-WANT US TO DETONATE—]

"GO AHEAD!"

At this point, I didn't even want to bring up vore but with some of the descriptions I was hearing, it was already similar to that. And yeah, it'd be a waste and a risk to have an armed explosive charge just sitting on a deadhead's stomach so before it succumbed to its juices, it should have one last hurrah and deal the most damage as possible.

It wasn't even a few seconds when the two did as they were told and we heard explosions almost coming off at almost the same time—but I was already approving the Mayor's decision to have a group check the wreckage and have a backup team to see if they could have another set of drone on there while clearing out anything that was attracted by the explosions.

But yeah, June and Ilana were already in the process of pairing new drones to their custom devices when a handful of deadheads from the horde we were facing plopped down on the ground unmoving.

With Stitchers obviously present, it was safe to say we took care of a few of them but there were still amalgamated fucks still walking and hobbling. It may not be their minions per se but there could be more Stitchers who survived the explosion and were just nesting somewhere.

Still, we should focus on what was in front of us though everyone else in front felt that the movements of the defects we were facing had gone a little more unnatural and a little more frenzied.

It was akin to a ragdoll flinging itself due to a user having fun but seeing 150-180 pounds of rotting flesh coming at you like that was fucking unreal.

And yeah, it was fucking easy for me to cleave it in half and let its two halves pass by me but a couple dozen more started doing the same shit and I wasn't properly equipped for that.

While it was true I could dodge and weave the oncoming fucks who moved like they weren't hugged by their family, Quinn just got back with a fucking meat tenderizer while Mikhail—ma boi—was hitting them with the flat edge of his huge-ass axe like the most apocalyptic form of baseball ever.

I couldn't believe hearing the sounds of flesh akin to a bus hitting a jaywalker would be music to my fucking ears because the sounds these two were producing were very, very similar to that.

But yeah, the rest of us—even our snipers—had a small window of opportunity as the rest that were just about to leap towards us would lower their bodies just enough for a bullet to the head or a melee weapon cracking their head open.

It was because even if Quinn could sink a deadhead's head down to its chest cavity with her meat tenderizer, there were times when she'd just knock them back and reset their positioning—but with significant damage, of course—so yeah, with some of the targets off my back, I dove in once more and took shots amongst the ones still recovering from getting flung back.

The first one I chopped and pulled was a dude that had three pectoral muscles like in that old movie but each one was leaking pus from each of its nipples and that motherfucker really had to go.

It did die from one strike to the top of its head but it had been toppling over due to how top-heavy it was. Still, the one that followed after it had a… let's just say a spring in its step but jumping over like that would just make it an easy target since I just sliced off one of its legs as it was about to fall down.

Surprisingly, its flesh down below felt a little more rigid but I didn't even need to put much pressure on its skull because it just gave in like a brittle peanut candy.

At this point, I was halfway to the first mag of my Maxim 9 but my blade was stained with all sorts of juices from different people. I can't even wipe it off with the clothes of these motherfuckers because they were either ripped off or had adhered to their skin.

But yeah, I still have spares in one of my extra pockets because blood and grime had the tendency to dull my blade and slow it down, so wiping it in intervals was the way to go.

Flicking them off could only do so much because of how viscous or dry their blood had gotten—but it didn't take long before the dregs used to welcome us ran out of bodies to send over.

It was then that we hosed down this section of the train station while throwing our mess below—and we began sending in the bobcats after placing the appropriate ramps on more accessible areas.

But yeah, walking past the entrance opened up several routes and the bobcats opened a lot more when they started to tear down those flesh walls blocking certain passages. However, it was pretty obvious that there'd be hidden surprises then and there so after they tore off a small piece, we'd just send a pipe bomb or two in the hole provided and see the remains after.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Sometimes, it'd just be this 3-inch thick slab of meat covering the passages but more often than not, it'd be just bodies piled on top of one another, making us guess if they'd suddenly spring up or just be things we needed to have one of our brain cells to watch out for.

It was more work to stab their exposed heads and claw off their bodies using the bobcats but even if our progress had gone considerably slow, the chance we'd get caught off-guard significantly lessened.

In any case, we didn't forget about the deadhead Artem took down with his knife as we bagged it for storage and transport later.

'It's too fucking quiet though… hmm…'