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Chapter 139: Isn't this cheating? [2/2]
Chapter 139: Isn't this cheating? [2/2]
"Rest in peace," I whispered softly as I squeezed the trigger.
Like an airsoft rifle, the M24 sent a bullet silently and without recoil. I would not have believed I had fired at all had it not been for the carnage at the other end. It was unlike anything that I have ever seen in real life before.
I say real life because it was a sight that most anime and video games used. The bullet I fired wiped out everything it touched in its path. I mean that literally. The blessed bullet turned everything it passed through to golden ashes.
Normal bullets, after finishing off an undead, simply dropped its body to the ground. Blessed bullets left no residue, not even blood. I kept trying to confirm that what I was seeing was real. When the scene didn't change no matter what I did, I asked my partner.
"Aira, I'm not dreaming, am I?"
[No, my lord, the blessed bullet you fired traveled like a normal bullet but vaporized nineteen zombies on its way].
"Let me try again."
I used my M24 like an eraser on a chalkboard, spacing my shots so that the four rounds I fired not only disintegrated the pile of bodies, but even the blood that pooled on the ground.
"Isn't that cheating? These bullets are like mini nukes!"
If they wiped out everything in their path, if I could get a hundred zombies to line up, how many would die before a blessed round lost its effectiveness?
"What the hell could an M60 do with a hundred rounds of blessed bullets?"
As I imagined the possibilities, the carnage made me giggle like an idiot.
[My Lord, the number of zombies gathering at Point A is consuming {Honey Trap} faster than expected. Please begin preparations for relocation.]
"Got it, thank you, Aira. How many zombies are left?"
[My Lord, over 300 zombies have been terminated, we are almost halfway there].
Pleased with the news, I began burying M26 grenades around my position.
I promptly disassembled the M60 and put it away along with the AR-15 and the M24 sniper rifle.
[My lord, Honey Trap's pheromones have been exhausted. Please get ready.]
Unlike when I fought with Mike and Santiago, our formation prevented the zombies from gathering around the {Honey Trap} Soulgear. Basically, the effect lasted for a certain number of sniffs.
The more bastards took a whiff, the quicker the effects dissipated. With over a hundred undead all inhaling the scent of the lewd vase, the fifteen-minute duration was reduced to barely three minutes.
And the moment they could no longer smell the vase, the only other target around was, of course, a reaper named Limitless.
Like a scene from a horror movie, all the undead at Point A turned to face me. Growls, shrieks, and screams soon followed as they all swarmed to eat me.
Mentally preparing for their onslaught, I drew the MAC-11's and braced for battle. Staying in position, I picked off zombie after zombie as they rushed towards my position.
[My Lord, behind you!]
Unlike when it was just me, Aira's visions and warnings allowed me to fend off the undead assault. When the MAC-11's ran out of ammo, I switched to Ebony and Ivory.
"Such a waste, I really need to figure out how to draw magazines directly on my guns."
Shooting dual akimbo, I continued to send the zombies to their graves as more and more of them began to arrive. When I could not see a spot without a zombie, I drew the 1887 and the 629 Competitor.
Loaded with blessed bullets, I unleashed hell on those around me. Just like the M24, the {fate} loaded bullets practically dissolved everything along their trajectory.
The difference between the effect of the .44 Magnum and the 10-gauge slug, however, was significant. The revolver round could punch holes in torsos and heads, but the 10-gauge slug created holes so large that entire zombies vanished in the aftermath.
"Amazing! I definitely am getting more."
After the light show of the blessed bullets, regular bullets couldn't stop the inevitable. The zombies were finally able to get within reach of me. Unfortunately, I had no intention of getting bitten tonight.
"{Draw} M26 pins. {Booster}!"
As always, I tied the M26 pins together along a piece of string and pulled them all at once. With my feet together and my palms at my sides, I was catapulted skyward to point A.
Immediately after I left, explosions rocked the hill where Point B was located. Naturally, the undead that swarmed the place were either blown to bits or torn to shreds by the shrapnel.
After a few seconds of flight, I landed at Point A and buried my arm in the hole where I had placed my Soulgear. Drenched in blood, I pulled it out, my arm and sleeve a deep red.
I sent the souls back to the vase and invoked its mating call. Then I dropped it back into its hole and drew the MP5SD and the P30L. Although I was angry at the annoying effects of {Honey Trap}, I endured.
"{Fighter} Aira, how many left?"
[My Lord, over 450 zombies have been terminated, less than three hundred left].
"Ugh, I'm getting sick of these bastards."
As the zombies were Ignoring me completely, I shot those who were coming for the Soulgear at close range. When there were far too many zombies, I carried out the last part of my plan.
"{Rewind}."
My body dissolved into light and I returned to my original position at Point B. Like a machine, I drew and placed the M60, the AR-15, and the M24 and all their accessories.
Similar to my setup earlier, I placed all the ammunition I had for these three weapons around me.
"If it ain't broke, why fix it?"
With these words I repeated the plan once more and unloaded everything on the remaining zombies at Point A. After another ten minutes, I finally had the sweetest of victories.
[Confirmed. There are no enemies left. The defense of zone 1093-3 has been completed].