Dimensional Store System In Apocalypse

"ROAR!" the howl from the monster sounded like a proclamation of war came as soon as the sun slumbered. In an instant, the zombies' signatures were increasing in the circle of their Luna Device. Their numbers were in between the thousands at first. They overwhelmed the sensor's individual recognition mode when it surpassed ten thousand signatures.

The sensor ended up revealing a hint of red in their surrounding perimeters as first-level alert, along with hundreds of smaller yellow dots, which have now been assigned to the Tyrants.

It seems that the peace earlier was just a warm-up to the battle that will happen right now.

"Boss. Your order." the Vanguard-2 leader grabbed his minigun and stood on top of a box with vacuum-sealed foods. He quickly glanced outside before the illumination was utterly gone and noticed that what was before them was no longer woods but sea.

A sea of zombies moving at them in waves.

They had no idea at all how the zombies could collaborate in such a precise formation. But from a wild guess, it must have something to do with the Tyrant Variant they fought yesterday.

"001 and 002, flares on each minute." Zhang Qin Feng instructed.

"Roger that, Boss!" the two captains responded and pressed the button to shoot the flare up into the sky.

"Vanguards! On your mark. You know the drill." Zhang Qin Feng continued. But this time, his orders were directed to the twenty soldiers around him.

"Yes, Boss!" their reply was accompanied by the sound of pins being pulled, triggers were flicked, and scope covers were dangling on the side. Sounds from motor rolling can also be heard as a few minigun users were warming their barrels before firing.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" two flares were fired into the sky to illuminate everything before Zhang Qin Feng.

They were already surrounded. There's only a mere hundred steps between them and the zombies.

"ROAR!"

"FIRE!!!"

Both sides gave out the order to attack. The minigun immediately fed them with leads as the zombies started to pick up their speed after the screamers.

"Those with Nightstalker-Bracelet! On my mark!" Zhang Qin Feng's order made ten soldiers let go of their weapons. And instead of changing to something else, they're supporting their right arm while pointing at the incoming zombies.

"NOW!" Zhang Qin Feng gave his order out.

The sound of the laser beam's "Pew-Pew" noise followed his scream as the attack tore apart the zombie's vanguards. Although each Nightstalker-Bracelet could only fire five hundred shots, the destruction is far above what a few miniguns could do.

Even the Tyrants couldn't avoid the fate of getting torn apart by the laser beams that came like a saw. And the piercing power of this weapon far exceeds their estimation as it slaughtered over five thousand zombies and hundreds of Tyrants in a strike.

But as the Nightstalker-Bracelet went overheated and fell off from their wrist, that's the end of their secret weapon. It was powerful, but unfortunately, unrecyclable.

Of course, nothing is more satisfying than destroying half of the sea of undead prepared by their opponent tonight.

This made the "organizer" of this battle reveal itself. The Tyrant Variant with red, brownish skin appeared like a burning troll under the illumination of Zhang Qin Feng's red flares.

"The damn Tyrant Variant is here again." Zhang Qin Feng chuckled and screamed from his lungs. He wanted to use this chance to bring out their fighting spirit while the zombies still had a distance from them.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" the second batches of flares were fired after Zhang Qin Feng's words. This time, the illumination is even brighter as the lights are fresh above the sky.

But their laughter was immediately replaced by despair as the number of zombies was still the same as before. It was not like they didn't work out, but the zombies were just too much for them!

"Don't stop! Keep firing!" Zhang Qin Feng quickly instructed before their fear made his men lowered the weapon.

This time, the zombie's march was much slower than before, but they will eventually break their defenses from the sheer number. All that mattered was how much they could kill before the zombies arrived at the barricade.

"Keep firing! Move according to our plan before this! Those with all your guns out, stop and make a retreat towards the cliff!" Zhang Qin Feng said. It seems that he still has a secret weapon in hand.

But if he could choose, he would prefer not to use this secret weapon at all.

"001 and 002, can your turrets target the woods after the outpost?" Zhang Qin Feng asked.

"Boss! With the Decimator Mode, we can reach only the outer area of the swarm. Do you still want us to continue?" the two captains immediately replied to Zhang Qin Feng.

"Continue!" Zhang Qin Feng had no choice. With their defenses soon to be broken, he would have to make a bet with all options he had.

After the order was given, close to sixteen rockets were coming fiercely at the outer circle of the zombies. The explosives destroyed them but hardly thinned their numbers significantly.

About half of Zhang Qin Feng's men had left the defensive line as they emptied all the bullets in their weapons. To be exact, only those wearing the power suit were remaining on the battlefield right now.

Following Zhang Qin Feng's order, those that had abandoned the defensive line were now latched on the edge of the cliff. Although they're curious, they had no idea what Zhang Qin Feng and the others would do next.

All they knew was the cylinder hanging on their belt. It was beautifully polished, shaped like a grenade, but not issued to everyone.

From the look of it, only those wearing the power suit were given one.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" two more flares were fired into the sky.

At the same time as the flare was fired, the barricade was finally breached by the zombies. Three Tyrants forcefully removed a part of the partition as they bore the electrical discharge from the wall.

"Boss, it's time." the V-2 team leader said and fiercely firing all the bullets from his minigun towards the breaching zombies.

"Our chance is here. Toss the cylinders outside as hard as you can.. Mark your direction, and don't miss it!" Zhang Qin Feng ordered as he pulled the beautifully polished canister off his belt and pressed the ignition button.