Chapter 1175: Chapter 1175: Invincible Death Warriors
The Ghost team’s battle group consisted of more than a dozen people. As War Bear and others charged with their Slaying Blades, they truly didn’t care. This stemd from their deep faith in their own combat power, not seeing War Bear and others as a threat.
Despite War Bear and others outnumbering them, so what? They felt no fear at all.
Instead, they were filled with a sense of mockery, thinking, now they could enjoy a good kill.
Who would have thought that when over twenty Death Warrior Squad mbers surrounded them and detonated the bombs on their bodies, they beca terrified.
Amidst the roaring explosions, waves of destruction engulfed the surrounding spaces.
The Death Warriors turned into fragnts of flesh, leaving no bones behind. The waves of annihilation spread to all directions.
This battle group of the Ghost team was completely engulfed by the waves, their fate unknown.
When the waves subsided, out of the dozen or so Ghost team mbers, only three to five who promptly laid on the ground had avoided the inevitable doom but were now barely alive, on the verge of death.
"Cough cough, damn it, how did this happen."
"Damn, so unlucky, so tragic, us dignified strong warriors, ending up like this."
"Too careless, only then did the enemy get the opportunity, we shouldn’t have died like this."
"Damn, these people are so despicable, how can they be so shaless, fighting us openly with knives, yet detonating the bombs on their bodies as they reached us, this attack thod is disgraceful."
"I can’t close my eyes in death, I can’t accept this in death."
Those Ghost team mbers who survived were full of sorrow, each devastated, extrely depressed.
Just imagine, if, during the fights, they faced ordinary people, they would be able to take on hundreds by themselves. Yet, with such ability and this manner of death, they truly felt like the most unwilling people to die in this world.
They couldn’t accept such misfortune falling upon them, because they were all renowned warriors.
War Bear and others, towards their dead Death Warrior companions, showed a hint of sympathy beyond indifference. Their attitude was extrely cold; even though their companions died, they died as they should, their deaths worthwhile, fulfilling the Death Warriors’ purpose.
"Cut their heads off!" War Bear looked at the corner of the ruined castle after the explosion and issued a cold command.
He was filled with indifferent hatred towards the few Ghost team mbers who were about to die.
A few people imdiately stepped out from the Death Warrior Squad, moving towards the remaining barely alive Ghost team mbers.
"Sky Net’s wolfish ambitions, trying to kill us, they must accept our wrath." These Death Warriors gripped their Slaying Blades, stepping towards the living enemies. The blades served as a disguise, pretending to fight fervently with the enemy, and this deliberate disguise truly proved effective at this mont.
"Stop, you despicable shaless scoundrels, as n, you should fight with real weapons. Aren’t you afraid of losing the God Organization’s prestige by doing such things? How can you use such dastardly ans to attack?" A Ghost team mber scread hoarsely, struggling to stand up, but his futile efforts were in vain.
Being able to say such words was in itself a sign of fear. Although they were desperadoes who had erged from major prisons, at the mont of death, they were also full of fear. If possible, they truly wanted to live.
"I’ll give you a chance, fight ." A Death Warrior spoke coldly, looking down at the Ghost team mber at his feet.
"It’s too much, too much, thinking of myself as a generation’s strong, also a tyrant, didn’t expect to be looked down upon like this by an ant." This Ghost team mber from the Ghost was seething with rage, filled with killing intent.
"What a chatterbox, die!" The Death Warrior smiled coldly, then swung his Slaying Blade towards the Ghost team mber’s neck.
"Squelch!" Instantly, the blade tore through flesh, blood spurting as a head rolled far away.
Elsewhere, the Death Warriors similarly swung their Slaying Blades, exterminating all the remaining Ghost team mbers still alive.
"What’s going on?"
"How is this possible?"
"Oh my God, am I seeing things?"
"A Ghost team’s battle group just died like that, it’s unbelievable."
"Shaless, utterly shaless, those enemies were all Death Warriors, each using their bodies to detonate the bombs they wore, who wouldn’t fear such an attack thod? Who wouldn’t worry?"
"What do we do? Those Death Warriors have targeted us, are we dood too?"
In the distance, Smith led Hunting Team Eight, witnessing the annihilation of a Ghost team battle group, and the mbers of Hunting Team Eight were terrified to the core, full of fear.
"Captain, what do we do now?" The mbers of Hunting Team Eight had no clue, relying on Smith as their backbone.
"These people aren’t ones we can handle. To kill these Death Warriors is extrely difficult; they are walking bombs. Once they detonate, no life can survive nearby. We can only snipe from a distance, we can’t let them get close." Smith said anxiously after snapping back.
"Captain, there are too many of them, Hunting Team Eight can’t hold on. I think we should avoid the Death Warriors’ sharpness, find a defensible place, and engage in a standoff with the enemy. Rushing forward would an a catastrophic threat to us." Soone suggested, considering the safety of Hunting Team Eight.
"To eliminate these Death Warriors, we must use sacrificial attrition, until there are no Death Warriors left, they wouldn’t be a threat. However, this process requires significant sacrifice." Smith spoke with eyes narrowing, full of dread.
"Captain, can’t hesitate anymore, make a decision quickly, they’re charging towards us." A mber of Hunting Team Eight shouted in urgency.
"We can’t fight them head-on, nor make contact, otherwise, Hunting Team Eight will disappear. The only way now is to avoid the enemy, trying not to appear before the Death Warriors." Smith looked at everyone around, shouting: "Who will stay behind to cover the retreat, I’ll lead the others to safety, Hunting Team Eight cannot be wiped out."
"Captain, you leave first, I’ll lead people to cover the retreat." A leader of Hunting Team Eight said heroically.
"Be careful!" Smith left these two words and turned to retreat.
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