Chapter 54: Violent Output

Chapter 54: Violent Output

"Ugh..."

A suppressed retching sound came through Qian Duoduo's communication channel. "Damn disgusting! These bastards are even more nauseating than the greenskins!"

"Shut up, focus!"

Shi Potian's voice was as cold as ice.

Without a moment's hesitation, the three pressed forward.

The three Nurgle cultists seemed to sense their arrival, turning around sluggishly.

They let out no roars, only bared their teeth, their murky eyes fixed silently on the charging armored warriors. The satisfied smiles on their faces grew ever brighter.

"I'm going in first!"

Qian Duoduo roared, and the power armor's engine surged instantly. Like a heavy tank, he charged forward with ferocity.

"Thud!"

A deafening crash—the tower shield in his hand slammed violently into the cultist in the center.

The terrifying impact sent the cultist flying backward, his bloated body arcing through the air before crashing heavily onto the ground a dozen meters away. Several pustules on his body burst instantly, spewing large amounts of green, foul-smelling liquid.

The moment Qian Duoduo struck, Shi Potian moved.

His figure flickered like a ghost, darting out from Qian Duoduo's left flank.

The power armor pushed his physical limits to the extreme, turning him into a blur of dark green as he circled around to the side of another cultist about to advance.

"Whoosh!"

A flash of blade.

Shi Potian's movements were blindingly fast.

The longsword in his hand, with a sharp whistle tearing through the air, precisely sliced across the cultist's neck.

No resistance.

That bloated, hideous head shot into the air.

From the severed neck, instead of crimson blood, gushed a sickly green, swamp-like sludge.

The headless body swayed twice, then crashed to the ground.

One strike, one kill!

At the same time, the third cultist swung a thick, corroded steel pipe toward the formation's core—Qin Feng.

The pipe howled through the air, heavy and powerful.

But what met it was a single, icy gleam.

Qin Feng's movements lacked Shi Potian's speed and Qian Duoduo's brute force.

He simply took a single step to the right, just as the pipe was about to land.

A simple, yet most effective sidestep.

He dodged the savage blow by a hair's breadth.

Then, his spear moved.

Not a thrust, nor a sweep.

But a precise, upward... point.

"Pfft!"

The alloy armor-piercing spearhead, without any hesitation, pierced through the cultist's jaw, emerging from the top of his skull.

The entire motion was clean and efficient, with no wasted movement.

The cultist's every action ceased.

The steel pipe clattered to the ground.

His body was lifted high on the spear, limbs dangling limply.

Qin Feng flicked his wrist.

"Bang!"

The pierced head burst like a ripe watermelon.

Red, white, green—all manner of filth splattered everywhere.

Qin Feng flung the headless corpse away, the spear tracing a semicircle in the air, shaking off the clinging slime, returning to its deep, iron-gray hue.

In the first exchange, less than ten seconds.

Three Nurgle cultists were annihilated by the trio from Dorm 402 with overwhelming force.

Their coordination was flawless. Qian Duoduo broke the formation, absorbing the initial impact.

Shi Potian exploited his speed advantage, flanking and eliminating isolated foes.

And Qin Feng, with his uncanny spear skills and battlefield awareness far beyond ordinary, steadily controlled the rhythm of the entire fight—both a support and the deadliest finisher.

"Beautiful!"

Qian Duoduo excitedly clanged his warhammer against his shield. "Next!"

On the HUD map, the red dots representing those three enemies had dimmed.

Without pausing, they immediately turned toward the next target.

The entire mine pit had now transformed into a battlefield of blood and fire.

Explosions, clashing metal, and the suppressed, angry shouts of students echoed from all sides.

Every combat team was locked in brutal slaughter against the mutated monsters.

The students were shocked to find that these Nurgle cultists, despite their low vitality indices, were far more troublesome than expected.

They felt almost no pain; even with limbs severed, they would writhe and try to bite their enemies with their teeth.

Their bloated bodies possessed astonishing strength and resilience.

And the pus that splashed from them was highly corrosive—once it touched the power armor's surface, it would sizzle and emit white smoke.

From the very start, the battle had reached a fever pitch.

But the students of Qiming No.1 High School were, after all, the empire's top talents. After the initial chaos, they quickly adapted to the rhythm of combat.

Chu Lan's glaive swung wide and fierce; each sweep cleaved a cultist in two, bone and all.

Other combat teams also displayed their unique skills.

And Dorm 402 was undoubtedly the most efficient killing machine on the entire battlefield.

Like a precision war engine, they calmly and methodically reaped one corrupted life after another.

Qian Duoduo's tower shield was their unbreakable bulwark.

No matter how frenzied the enemy's attacks, they could not budge him an inch.

He could always create the safest environment for his teammates to operate in.

Shi Potian's blade was their sharpest spearhead.

His swordsmanship was ruthless and lethal; every strike inevitably claimed an enemy.

And Qin Feng's spear was the absolute core of this war machine.

That three-meter-long alloy spear, in his hands, seemed to come alive.

At times, it was like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair—cunning, vicious, and deadly with a single thrust.

At others, it was like a gale sweeping leaves—wide, sweeping, and mowing down thousands.

With a vitality index of 10.01, Qin Feng's physical shortcomings were compensated, and combined with his terrifying killing style, his dominance on the battlefield was astonishing.

In just ten minutes.

Another five followers of Nurgle fell at their feet.

Thus, the eighteen infected miners on the periphery had been completely wiped out.

At the bottom of the entire mine pit, the twisted, rotting corpses lay strewn in all directions.

The stench in the air had reached an unbearable intensity.

Yet, the battle was not over.

Everyone's gaze, as if by unspoken agreement, turned to the deepest part of the mine pit, the entrance to the largest tunnel.

On the HUD map, the last and brightest red dot was there.

The monster with a vitality index of 14.5, Kro.

Deep within the mine, there was utter silence.

As if an ancient beast of prey was waiting for them in the darkness, motionless.

"Thud... thud... thud..."

Heavy, viscous footsteps slowly emerged from the dark mine tunnel.

(The chapter ends)