Chapter 315 - 304: Blood Throat Weaver - Malagon

Chapter 315: Chapter 304: Blood Throat Weaver - Malagon

At the main gate of the base, Mengde stood before the rust-spotted iron gate, watching the squad led by Iron Palm and Furious Wind disappear into the morning mist.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed against each other, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

The distant sky was a sickly gray-yellow, as if it had been contaminated by some invisible toxin.

A flicker of worry flashed in Mengde’s eyes.

"I hope this trip goes smoothly for them."

"They all have to come back safely."

Mengde muttered to himself, his voice almost lost to the wind.

His brows were tightly furrowed, forming a deep line between them.

The reason Mengde felt this way wasn’t just because of the unknown crimson monster in the center of East Sea City.

He had already experienced the terror of that unknown crimson monster firsthand when he confronted the red mist it emanated.

It was, without a doubt, a terrifying monster!

Just thinking about the red mist it emitted sent a chill up Mengde’s spine.

After all, that mist could even corrode the RV provided by the System.

One could only imagine how horrifying it was!

However, he still didn’t know what kind of terrifying creature that unknown crimson heart would eventually spawn.

But another source of his anxiety was the monster that had attacked Yulong Base yesterday.

It was also crimson!

However, its crimson presence wasn’t as strong as the monster’s in the city center.

That’s why Mengde had a much easier time dealing with it.

He had defeated it with ease!

But this served as a wake-up call for Mengde.

He had a hunch that the crimson monster that attacked his base yesterday was just an offshoot of the unknown monster in the city center!

Or perhaps something like an "offspring."

That was why it hadn’t developed to the same terrifying extent as the crimson monster in the city center.

And its threat level wasn’t as high!

And a prompt from the System had confirmed this for Mengde.

[Mutant Creature: Blood Throat Weaver - Malagon]

[Awakened Superpower: Flesh Weaving, Crimson Bone Spike]

[Superpower Level: Star Map Level Three Stars]

[Affinity: -100]

[System Introduction: A humanoid creature formed from hundreds of entangled crimson blood vessels. Its body constantly oozes corrosive blood plasma. Its head is a "face" pieced together from three beating hearts, and six freely retractable bone-spike tentacles extend from its spine.]

[The Blood Throat Weaver - Malagon is a sub-entity of the unknown crimson monster in the city center. It possesses terrifying destructive power. Host, please proceed with caution!]

(We’re not including a picture of the "Blood Throat Weaver - Malagon" so as not to ruin our dear readers’ appetites. It’s pretty disgusting...)

The System’s prompt window flickered in Mengde’s vision.

The blood-red text warned Mengde to be on his guard.

This system message had popped up yesterday.

But he had been in a hurry upon his return, and with his focus on rescuing Jiayi from a perilous situation, he hadn’t had a chance to examine it carefully.

Now, as he read it carefully, a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight up his spine.

It was just as he had expected.

"A sub-entity of the unknown crimson monster, huh?"

Mengde mulled over the meaning of the term, feeling as if a giant boulder was pressing on his chest.

If the monster in the city center could split off such an entity, then how terrifying must its main body be?

At this thought, an immense pressure weighed down on him.

’Looks like I’ll have to be extremely careful.’

It was precisely because of this that Mengde was in a hurry to repair the defensive walls damaged by the zombie attack.

Without this defensive wall, it was tantamount to a death sentence for the ordinary survivors in the base!

If the base was ever breached by a zombie horde, the ordinary survivors would be doomed.

It was because of these considerations that he hadn’t gone to East Sea City.

’Sigh... For now, the best plan is to get the base’s defensive walls fixed first.’

As Mengde pondered, he arrived at the other side of the base’s bridge.

This was the base’s outpost that Mengde had built before.

It was also the first line of defense where Jiayi and the others had resisted the zombie attack.

But now, it had all been reduced to ruins.

The scene before him was one of utter devastation:

The grayish-white sky hung low, like a tattered cloth soaked in smoke and dust, pressing down on the desolate ruins!

The once-indestructible steel walls were now twisted and broken, like the mauled skeleton of a great beast.

Exposed rebar jutted out from the concrete, covered in rust spots that looked like dried scabs of blood.

Gone was the imposing might it once displayed when it had repelled the zombie hordes time and again!

Although Mengde had only ever treated this place as an outpost, Leng Feng and the others were retired soldiers. They naturally knew how to construct a more effective defensive line for the base.

They were far better at it than an amateur leader like him.

Therefore, this place had also been equipped with some military facilities.

For example, a watchtower!

Now, however, the watchtower was no longer of any use.

The whistling wind tore freely through the hollowed-out watchtower.

It let out a whimpering howl, like the low whispers of a lost soul.

The surrounding high-rises used for defense had also largely collapsed, with only a few remaining broken walls barely supporting their teetering roofs.

The cracks were filled with withered, black vines that, like some kind of parasite, greedily devoured the man-made structures.

Shattered glass lay scattered across the ground, occasionally reflecting the faint light from the sky like pairs of cold eyes gazing upon the deathly stillness.

Scattered on the ground were the corroded remains of weapons and various pieces of shattered protective gear.

The combat zone, meticulously designed by Leng Feng and equipped with heavy machine gun emplacements and a simple minefield, had been reduced to ruins in a single day.

Countless corpses were half-buried in the dust.

These were all the Superpower Users from his base!

Their empty eye sockets stared up at the sky, as if questioning the arrival of yesterday’s zombie horde.

An overturned armored vehicle lay across the middle of the road.

Its cannon was broken, its hatch wide open.

The control panel inside had long been burned to charcoal, with only a few wires dangling down like withered nerves.

On the side of the vehicle were three huge, parallel claw marks; the metal had been sliced open as easily as butter.

This was obviously not something an ordinary zombie could do—only that crimson monster possessed such terrifying destructive power.

The air was filled with the stench of decay and oxidized metal. Occasionally, grains of sand were swept up by the wind, striking abandoned shipping containers and making a hollow DONG DONG sound.

In the distance, a few broken cables swayed in the wind like dying tentacles.

But the most horrifying part was what was left behind.

Blood!

Blood everywhere!

After sitting out all night, it had become viscous, even coagulated!

The corpses on the ground were like a crowd of silent witnesses.

The sound of the wind seemed to have turned into their desperate whimpers.

When the dust settled, only the ruins remained in the eternal silence, waiting to be completely erased by time.

Even though Mengde had already seen it from the terrace of Villa One.

But seeing it up close, he found the scene even more devastating...

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