Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 573 - What’s Important In Battle Is to Grasp the Tempo

Chapter 573 What’s Important In Battle Is to Grasp the Tempo

Luke didn’t move at all but maintained his shooting posture with his back slightly bent. Intense gunshots burst out of the HK416 in his hand.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Three of the black monsters charging at him instantly shuddered and fell.

“Don’t yell with your mouths wide open while you’re charging. Who do you think you’re scaring?” he mumbled, before he suddenly darted sideways.

The black monsters that were just several meters away suddenly realized that their target was already moving further and further away from their large mouths.

That was because Luke was even faster than they were.

As he ran, Luke reloaded the HK416 in his hand.

Since the exploration team wasn’t with him, he had an infinite supply of bullets.

Why would Luke fear the enemy, who only had a slight advantage in numbers, when he had so many bullets?

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The heads of the two black monsters at the very front jerked, and they crashed into a wall.

Luke slowed down and turned around so that he was firing as he ran backwards instead of shooting with his body half-twisted.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The last two black monsters chasing him fell as well.

None of the seven monsters were killed immediately. They were still struggling and howling, but their movements were getting weaker.

Even with how sturdy they were, they couldn’t take the damage from the bullets piercing their brains.

Their blood could corrode metal, but it would take time to do so.

On the other hand, it took less time for the bullets to create holes.

Luke had been aiming at their mouths, or rather, at their brains located behind their mouths; who told them to open their mouths wide when chasing the enemy?

I really can’t help myself, with how big your mouths are! Luke chuckled to himself and propped the gun on his shoulder as he leaned against the wall to watch the show again.

This was a rare opportunity for him to probe the strength of both parties as a spectator without needing to take any action himself.

The situation on the battlefield finally changed with his arrival as well as the black monsters’ stupid indiscriminate attack.

Nine of the regular black monsters, which was almost one third of the total, had been killed.

The pressure on the dog-headed creature was significantly reduced, and the four-eyed creature had more room to run around in and escape. On the black monsters’ side, there were still twenty-one regular black monsters and that one gigantic monster. The black monsters were far bigger and stronger, and more agile and quicker than ordinary human beings. Their attacks were also more lethal.

They had pointy fangs, sharp claws, and long, bony tails that were agile and sharp – no matter how you looked at it, they weren’t anything like an ordinary creature.

It might be more accurate to describe them as creatures bred for killing.

Their opponents, the two creatures in helmets, had astonishing strength and agility too.

If the four-eyed creature wasn’t so small and the dog-headed creature wasn’t outnumbered, they wouldn’t necessarily be oppressed by the black monsters so easily.

But the black monsters were in the end monsters, and there was no way to obliterate their thirst for killing.

Luke hadn’t even watched the show for a minute, when several black monsters nearby noticed him and charged at him again.

Looking at the morons coming at him quickly from among the sculptures and pillars, Luke chuckled. “Idiots.”

Gunshots rang out. The four black monsters charging over were hit in their torsos and slowed down for a moment. The bullets that followed after that shot into their mouths as they howled, creating new channels inside their heads.

As he killed more and more black monsters, Luke had basically grasped the specific rhythm for dealing with them.

For Luke, as long as his bullets could break his enemy’s defenses and wound them fatally, they weren’t hard to handle.

These monsters were strong at offense but weak at defense. As long as Luke had enough space to kite them, he could kill them without getting injured at all.

He had restrained himself earlier in the face of these monsters partly because he had to protect the weak chickens that was the exploration team and partly because he had been keeping a lid on his strength all this time so that it was in the range of an ordinary person’s capability, which wasn’t even one tenth of his true capability.

That was also why he could be so calm despite the danger right now.

After he attacked again, the black monsters couldn’t hold back anymore.

They knew nothing but slaughter, but they had keen battle intuition; they could easily tell who was the bigger threat on this battlefield.

Among the regular black monsters, one which had a green net-like mark on its head roared, and half of the dozen black monsters followed it in charging at Luke.

Luke raised the HK416 and moved with quick, short steps again.

He wasn’t fleeing from the monsters, but preventing them from approaching him with his quick movements. Don’t let your enemy surround you in an attack.

That was basic common sense. It also meant that one had to take the initiative in a battle.

As long as the enemy couldn’t surround him, there was always a chance to divide and conquer. Luke chose the left side first, which had fewer monsters. It was also the direction which the dog-headed creature was in.

The three black monsters had just turned around to pounce, when they were shot in the chest. This was followed by a couple of shots which blew their brains out in a smooth series of movements.

There was no rule which said that the Mozambique Drill was useless on monsters. Luke chuckled inwardly.

Simply put, the Mozambique Drill was one shot to the body first, and the moment the enemy froze, it was another two shots to their head.

After Luke saw through the black monsters’ attack patterns, they weren’t any harder for Luke to deal with than humans wearing bulletproof vests.

Luke had used the Mozambique Drill a little more frequently when the system first appeared, but hadn’t used it as much in recent months. That was because most people didn’t require a second shot, including even the superhumans, for him to kill them.

After Luke got halfway around this plaza-like area, ten more black monsters collapsed.

That included the regular black monster that had been giving out the orders, who howled as Luke took it down with three bullets.

At this point, the colossal monster finally gave up chasing the four-eyed creature. It turned around to charge at Luke with a furious-sounding roar.

Luke reloaded his gun unhurriedly and murmured, “What are you looking at? I’ll kill you too if you keep looking.” By “you,” he was naturally referring to the four-eyed creature and the dog-headed creature.

But the four-eyed creature suddenly doubled back. When the colossal monster was distracted, it leapt five meters into the air, and stabbed its double-headed spear forward.

Luke’s expression was of one witnessing a tragic scene.

Puchi!

With a light sound, that glittering double-headed spear pierced the gigantic creature’s big head as if it were tofu.

At first glance, it looked like the monster had just put on a hairpin.

The gigantic monster howled in pain and staggered back.

All the regular black monsters in the room instantly went mad as they abandoned the dog-headed creature and swarmed toward the four-eyed creature. The four-eyed creature barely landed, when it was submerged under the black monsters that pounced on it.