Armor-Piercing Munition: Face Me, Carbon-Based Monster! Chapter 17 The Convert

Looking at the mother body, tattered and covered in blood, Chen Jian felt a pang in his heart.

Can this thing be eaten?

Well, he's from the Guangxi and Guangdong regions himself; planes with wings aren't eaten, chairs with four legs aren't eaten, anything else is fair ga.

And during military training in the field, even leeches with their insides removed can be crunched on, and through that, a set of steel teeth and an iron stomach were forged. Now eating so monster at doesn't feel out of place.

But the problem is, the mutation chanism of this thing still isn't clear, and who knows if the flesh contains a virus.

Take a bite, and if an ulcer grows in the mouth and infects the capillaries, that would be the end.

Even if you don't mutate on the spot, you probably lose a lot of sanity value, right?

Chen Jian looked suspiciously at Xu Lie, who laughed and said:

"Just kidding, unless absolutely necessary, monster at is only eaten by those devotees."

"We have so dry rations; when we leave the city and reach the camp, we can eat together."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But in an instant, he caught a crucial point in the other's words.

"Unless absolutely necessary."

Does that an, in an ergency, it can still be eaten?

He imdiately questioned Xu Lie, who nodded and replied:

"All monster at is poisonous, so lightly, so heavily."

"The lighter ones just cause a few days of diarrhea and so vomiting and diarrhea."

"The heavier ones, well, you'll die on the spot."

"However, whether light or heavy, once you eat it, the monster's 'spirit' follows you for life."

"What do you an by 'spirit'?"

Chen Jian pressed further.

"It's kind of... a concept?"

"In any case, it's a sort of curse; after you consu it, all your descendants will only be monsters."

"I don't know more specific details; if you want to know, you can co back to the Holy Blood Temple with us and ask the High Priest."

"Oh, by the way, the people of the chanical God Sect call it 'Original Gene,' but they probably don't understand what it ans either."

Goodness, Original Gene.

So, do these monsters have a Holy Father too?

Chen Jian clicked his tongue twice, understanding the logic of how this thing works.

Most likely, the monsters are caused by a virus and co from mutations.

However, in a logically consistent physical world, nothing can cause a functional mutation in an adult, much less change their physical structure.

So, the virus would lie dormant, waiting to attack the genetic material when the host starts to reproduce, altering genetic composition to achieve the purpose of "breeding a monster."

Could it be that the extinction of humans is related to this super hidden mode of attack?

Chen Jian wasn't sure.

But at least he understood why those so-called "devotees" are so dedicated to "procreation."

No wonder they said "can't leave."

In this post-apocalyptic era, using basic logic, Chen Jian also knew that reproduction must be a top priority.

And what about them?

If you don't have children, you're seen as an outcast; if you do, you're inevitably exposed.

If you stubbornly refuse to have children, one day you'll be suspected and can't escape the fate of death.

So, those already parasitized by the virus can only stay in the monster's territory...

Click.

This world isn't crazy; I just haven't seen enough.

He quickly updated his findings on the PDA, and after the rest of the team reviewed his theories, they nodded in agreent.

Xu Lie noticed their expressions and wondered about their ans of communication.

Chen Jian didn't reveal the secret of the visors; instead, he only shared his speculations with Xu Lie to divert his attention.

After hearing Chen Jian's words, not only Xu Lie but all mbers of the Holy Blood Team displayed unabashed surprise.

They had already assud Chen Jian's team ca from so unknown place as "chosen ones," assuming these people, though powerful, were clueless about this post-apocalyptic wasteland.

Yet, in such a short ti, they had already grasped such a complex reality.

It's important to know that even the Holy Blood Temple only realized the issue with devotees after a small settlent was annihilated.

And now...

Did I just say a few words?

Xu Lie looked at Chen Jian with growing curiosity, mixed with a bit of awe.

The group continued forward, bypassing the collapsed scaffolding that Chen Jian's team had blown up, heading out of the city along the sa route they took to enter.

But as they walked, Chen Jian increasingly sensed sothing was amiss.

When they entered a narrow street, rustling sounds erged around them.

The four mbers of the Holy Blood Team had already drawn their weapons, and Chen Jian cocked his gun.

"Be ready; there might be enemies."

As soon as he said that, the next second.

Several rock-like objects flew out from the windows of the buildings on both sides of the street.

"Engage!"

Shen Yue shouted, instinctively setting up the machine gun.

Imdiately, those objects exploded with a roar.

"Boom!"

The prepared four-mber team was barely affected, and the Holy Blood mbers, already physically superior to the average person, remained unmoved.

This surprise attack failed, but those hiding in the shadows began moving towards the street.

A dense crowd surrounded the eight people in the center; Chen Jian scanned, estimating the opposing group at least numbered a hundred.

"Devotees."

Xu Lie said in a steady voice.

"We killed their master, now they have nowhere to go."

"We need to retreat quickly; there are too many of them, and it would be too exhausting to fight them all."

Retreat?

I want to retreat!

Chen Jian's eyes were cold, his mind racing.

Now the eight-mber team was surrounded, and a Holy Blood mber could easily leap three or four ters, making a bloody path not difficult.

But on this side, the four of them were carrying heavy equipnt, unable to run fast; where could they retreat to?

Ammo is running low.

But if it's not used now, perhaps there won't be a chance later.

With this thought, Chen Jian decisively said:

"We're too slow, we can't escape."

"You can't go either."

"Retreat with us into the left alley, watch for enemies slipping through the sides."

"Shen Yue, be ready to inflict as much damage on the enemy as possible."

"Understood!"

As soon as the order was given, the four-mber team took action.

Seconds later, Shen Yue had already set up the machine gun on the ground, while the other three held their weapons, crouching on either side, guarding.

The next mont, dozens of devotees surged out from the alley mouth, charging headlong in their direction.

The scene was extrely terrifying, even making the four mbers of the Holy Blood Team start to feel tense.

They instinctively thought this tactic would lead them to their deaths.

Yet Chen Jian's undeniable tone made them suspect if he had so other "ability."

----But, there wasn't.

They simply crouched there, simply let their weapons unleash flas.

The rushing devotees fell layer by layer until none remained standing.

At this mont, the four Holy Blood mbers felt like needles were prickling their backs, chills coursing through them.

It was the first ti they felt the terrifying power of these four "chosen ones" at such close range.

And they knew that their power vastly surpassed the strongest in the chanical God Sect...

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