Chapter 94: What Kind of Monsters Are These!

Chapter 94: What Kind of Monsters Are These! Black shadows covered them. They immediately felt a deadly threat, turned white with shock, and quickly ran toward the camp interior. But it was too late! "Boom!!!" Three shield guards used their shields as buffers, carrying terrible force as they crashed into the ground. The horrific impact crushed the fleeing traitors into meat paste on the spot. "Attack! Attack!" "Mon... monsters!" The guards who luckily escaped disaster felt their hearts still racing, their faces white as sheets. Their companions’ gruesome fate completely destroyed their will to fight as they fled in terror through the gates. Three shield guards successfully took control of the gate, ensuring no living thing could get out. At the same time, Carlos received notifications of Spiritual Essence increases, and his mouth curved upward. "The show begins!" Using the exit as a starting point, he continuously deployed shield guards over the camp’s airspace. At the camp’s center, large numbers of traitors were gathered. The noisy clamor masked the howling wind, so almost no one noticed the figure in the sky at first. Suddenly, some traitors felt additional black shadows on their faces that were rapidly growing larger. "What is this?" They couldn’t help but look up... "Boom!" "Boom!" "..." Shield guards fell to earth one after another, the tremendous crashes from impact never stopping. Traitors unlucky enough to be hit instantly became puddles of flesh. Severed limbs and hot blood splattered onto surrounding traitors’ faces. Many instinctively reached up and touched the blood of their fallen comrades on their faces. Pupils dilated! Bright red! Bloody! "Ah! Save me!" "It’s monsters!" "Quick! Run!" "..." Right after, screams, cries for help, and sounds of flesh and bone being crushed rang out non-stop. The landed skeleton monsters with robust frames held giant shields and wielded greatswords, going to town on the traitors. After brief panic, the traitors immediately organized counterattacks, fired up by the assault. "Damn monsters!" "Everyone don’t panic! There are only twenty-something of them!" "Kill! Kill them! Avenge our dead brothers!" However, after going head-to-head, they quickly faced reality. Even the ’strong’ among the low-tier seemed like children before these terrifying skeleton monsters. Their proud attacks were blocked by those giant shields, causing no damage whatsoever. The Guardians renowned for defense were like butter before those greatswords. A sword flash passed, and both shield and person got cut in half. In just moments, a pile of traitor corpses lay on the ground, with the number rapidly growing. The traitors got steamrolled at first contact, absolutely terrified: "Damn! What kind of monsters are these!" "Leader! Quick, go find the leader!" "Run!" "Get out of here!" "..." ... The tremendous commotion on the surface inevitably reached the underground. "What’s happening above?" Leader Dunro immediately lost interest in continuing to show the brown-robed figure around. He turned and quickly walked toward the underground exit... Without the leader’s company, the brown-robed figure wasn’t comfortable staying alone in this creepy underground. Her gaze was deadly serious: "I understand your progress. Our lord will give you another three months. The initial life extension potion must be completed!" The researchers said with ’difficulty’: "About those experimental materials..." The brown-robed figure snorted coldly, replying with irritation: "I’ll report to our lord. They’ll be delivered to you in batches later!" Hearing this, several researchers immediately put on a show of determination: "Rest assured, as long as materials are sufficient, the experiment will definitely succeed!" The brown-robed figure nodded, reluctantly trusting them once more. Then she turned and left, following the camp leader’s direction... ... "Damn! What the hell is happening? Where did these monsters come from?" Camp leader Dunro stood on the sand building’s top floor, his tiger eyes ready to pop with rage, bone joints crackling as he clenched them. He watched helplessly as his subordinates below got slaughtered left and right. "Leader, these terrifying skeleton monsters fell from the sky!" Behind him was a group of traitors who had fled upstairs, their expressions fearful. "Fell from the sky? Can they fly?" Dunro’s face immediately went white. If they could really fly, wouldn’t their group standing on the building’s roof likely attract them to fly up? At this moment, a gate guard who had luckily survived spoke with a shaky voice: "Lead... leader, my brothers and I saw a ’big bird’ fly over first, then these monsters descended from the sky!" "Right! Now that you mention it, I remember too." "It seems like before these skeleton monsters appeared, there was indeed a ’big bird’ circling." "..." The traitors added information they knew, one by one. "So these monsters can’t fly, but were dropped by that ’big bird’?" Camp leader Dunro breathed a sigh of relief. This meant the building’s top floor was safe for now. At least until the subordinates outside were completely wiped out. The brown-robed figure beside him, seeing the bloody slaughter below, felt a chill run down her spine. She felt she’d been particularly unlucky lately. The experimental progress being a bust was one thing, but her first deep visit also happened to coincide with the traitor camp being attacked by terrifying monsters. "Leader, don’t you have any safe tunnels leading to the outside world here?" The mechanical voice spoke. The brown-robed figure now only wanted to get the hell out. With her eye for these things, the skeleton monsters below had strength reaching at least mid-tier. This both terrified her and made her feel incredible. Had the Desolate Desert’s spirituality restrictions gotten stronger? "Safe tunnels?" Everyone in the room looked at her like she was nuts. "???" What was this situation? The brown-robed figure felt completely lost. As a location for numerous Black Poison Faction researches, didn’t you consider escape routes when building this place? A traitor volunteered to explain: "The surrounding quicksand barrier has unfathomable depth. It both prevents external enemies from entering by land and blocks our possibility of building tunnels..." "What about other escape methods?" The brown-robed figure held onto a thread of hope and continued asking. "Escape? Our camp is the most powerful force in the Desolate Desert besides the dark mist monsters. Why would we need escape routes?" "Right! For years, the camp has been sufficiently hidden, the leader and captains are powerful. Who would dare mess with us..." "..." The traitors’ matter-of-fact words left the brown-robed figure feeling hopeless. She never imagined the Black Poison Faction would be so cocky, or rather, full of themselves to this degree. Forget about this skeleton monster group attack—even if your camp was exposed, did you think the human city-state leadership would just turn a blind eye? As they spoke, the traitors suddenly remembered their own predicament. Their voices grew smaller and smaller until the scene went dead quiet...