BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM - Chapter 878: Lucius rescue operation (7)

“Help! Help!”

“AAAAAAAH, KEEP THEM OFF ME! KEEP THEM OFF!”

A grotesque mass of flesh-devouring bugs surged through the streets, unleashing a living nightmare upon the soldiers.

These insects, swarming with voracious hunger, formed a dense, writhing cloud of terror, buzzing like a sinister herald of doom.

As they descended upon the unsuspecting men, chaos erupted. Screams of horror and pain filled the air, almost drowned out by the relentless drone of countless wings.

Soldiers flailed helplessly, their weapons useless against the swarm. The bugs, insatiable and relentless, crawled over their victims, biting and consuming flesh with ruthless efficiency.

The street became a scene of horror as the swarm moved on, leaving behind a grisly tableau of devastation.

“That wasn’t the only horror on that battlefield.

Massive, thorny vines wreaked havoc on the battlefield, almost as if they were under the control of a malevolent force.

These living tendrils burst from the ground with unnatural speed, ensnaring soldiers in their iron grip.

The air was filled with the sound of snapping bones and desperate cries as the vines tightened, impaling flesh with their sharp thorns.

Like the arms of a vengeful deity, they thrashed and flailed, dragging screaming men into the earth, leaving behind a trail of blood and torn uniforms.

The once-ordered ranks of soldiers were thrown into disarray as fear took hold, and the fight turned into a struggle for survival.

The battlefield, littered with fallen bodies, bore witness to the vines’ relentless assault. In their path, nothing was spared, turning the once-contested ground into a gruesome garden of horrors where the vines reigned supreme.

Those unfortunate individuals who had survived the two remaining disasters eventually died as a result of the corrosive fog.

Amber’s, Martha’s, and Mikey’s powers, while harrowing, were turning the tide of the battle, instilling fear in the hearts of their enemies.

Soldiers caught in the middle of this chaos had little chance of escape. A swarm of ravenous insects besieged those not ensnared by the vines or corroded by the fog, leaving a battlefield strewn with the horror of their aftermath.

The combined assault they launched was a stark reminder of how much power individuals had in this war-torn world.

In spite of the dread that they instilled, there were still an excessive number of enemy forces in the area.

Amber turned to look at Floyd. “If we go, would you be able to protect us?”

Floyd thought about it for a while. He didn’t have that much mana remaining, and if a powerful attack arrived, there wasn’t much he could do to stop it.

“If we move fast and our comrades cover our retreat, then maybe…” She thought for a second, then took her radio and contacted the HQ.

Amber held the radio close. “This is team 4579. We need help to ensure a safe retreat. We’re positioned near sector five. I’m sending you our coordinates now.”

There was a brief pause before the radio crackled to life with a response. “Understood, team 4579. We’ll coordinate with the squads in Sector 5 to cover your retreat. Hold your position and prepare to move.”

Amber nodded to her team, signaling them to get ready. “We’ve got backup on the way. Let’s make sure we’re ready to move the moment they signal us.”

The team, already battle-worn and tense, found a new resolve in Amber’s words. They checked their weapons, took deep breaths, and prepared for the next phase of their mission.

“Team 4579, this is HQ. We have briefed the squads in Sector 5, and they are moving to assist. Proceed with your retreat as planned. We’ve got your back.”

With the assurance from HQ, Amber’s team knew it was time. “Alright, everyone, let’s move out. Stay focused and together. Our comrades are covering us.”

In front of them, the combat was still going on, and the brain-crystal powers of the team were doing devastation.

They entered the tunnel that they had built to pass the sea of enemy soldiers.

Even though most of the fog had gone, what remained continued to linger around, making visibility almost unattainable.

There was complete and utter destruction at the scene. Martha’s remaining vines were still impaling the bodies of the enemy soldiers.

Some were still alive, and Martha put an end to their suffering.

However, attacks were raining down on the fleeing group. Floyd was able to prevent a bullet from penetrating Amber’s head by utilizing his strength.

“Fuck! That was close!”

“Keep focusing,” Gwen said.

If Floyd lost concentration, one of them could die. Another attack arrived. This time, it was explosive. Martha’s vines were still there. She created a huge one before the bomb exploded.

“Take cover!”

The order echoed through the air, and in a fluid, synchronized movement, the entire group darted behind the massive thorny vines, bending and weaving to form a protective barrier around the group.

The explosion wasn’t just loud; it was cataclysmic. It sent shockwaves ripping through the ground, obliterating a nearby building.

It was like a house of cards that was caught in a storm; the framework fell apart. Debris flew, a hail of shattered glass and splintered wood that was lethal, and a cloud of dust and smoke billowed higher, coloring the sky with the ash of the destruction that had occurred. The plants were able to absorb most of the energy that was produced by the explosion, and despite the impact of the explosion, they remained sturdy.

It was an unreal sight to behold. Amid the onslaught of violence that consumed them, there was a brief pause in which everything appeared to come to a complete and total halt.

“GO!”

The group moved again; they ran and ran, but the attacks kept raining down on them. A rain made of mana-powered bullets.

Floyd was sweating. His face was pale due to the exertion. “I-I can’t…” “Floyd!”

However, right at that moment, there was a lull in the enemy barrage of attacks. Explosions and gunshots echoed through the streets.

“Backup arrived!”

It was clear the pressure on Amber’s team was decreasing at a fast pace.

“We are almost there, guys! Keep running!”