Chapter 490 Temptation
With full preparation, Steven sniped the Bronze Elite Zombies one by one, which were supposed to be killing machines for the zombie horde, significantly reducing the pressure off the whole coalition.
Otherwise, just dealing with these Bronze Elite Zombies, whose combat power was on par with Psychics, would have meant the coalition sacrificing a ton of lives to take them down.
The battle was still dangerous, but at least things were under control.
During the fight, Steven had a question nagging at him.
The Snowfall Cult's defenses were so basic they were almost laughable.
No high walls, no barbed wire, just a bunch of fearless cultists and mostly Psychics—how had they managed to survive the zombie horde for so long?
Steven pondered as he turned his gun and took out another Bronze Elite Zombie in the horde.
The number of the zombies was just insane.
He killed a dozen Bronze Elite Zombies in a row, but they couldn't communicate with each other, so they couldn't prepare.
There were just too many of them, and they could only follow simple orders, which might be killing everyone here.
The five forces were holding off the zombie horde's frontal assault.
Meanwhile, Otha and the others, just like last time, circled around to the rear of the horde.
From a distance, they used satellites to keep an eye on the zombies' movements.
The zombies pouring out of the subway tunnel quickly reached hundreds of thousands, and they were still coming!
Such a terrifying scene would make anyone gasp.
"How many of them are there? Could there really be millions?" Daron asked, worried. "I wonder how long they can hold off the zombie horde."
Lanny crossed his arms and sneered, "Don't worry, they'll fight to the death to survive. As long as they buy us time to deal with the Zombie Kings underground, it doesn't matter if they all die!"
Lanny didn't care about the lives of the people in Starlight City. Completing the mission was his only concern.
Stopping the zombie horde from spreading to surrounding areas was the top priority for them and the Silvercrest District leadership.
The lives of a few people weren't important in the grand scheme of things.
Otha didn't argue with Lanny. He just wore his sunglasses, coldly watching the front.
After a while, no more zombies came out of the subway tunnel.
He glanced at the massive horde of zombies gathering towards the Snowfall Cult camp in the distance and said, "Alright, it's our turn to move!"
The zombie horde on the ground was terrifying, but they knew there were plenty more zombies underground.
Those smart white-haired monkeys were scared of dying and would keep a big force to protect themselves.
So, even though Lanny's words were harsh, their mission was definitely the most dangerous.
Otha and his team reached the tunnel, letting Eris use her scouting ability to check things out inside before they moved forward.
After checking, Eris reported back. "There are still a ton of zombies below, and quite a few Bronze Elite Zombies."
Otha said coldly, "They've already learned from their last mistake and know we'll try this decapitation tactic again. So, these damn bastards are setting us up."
The Zombie King's learning speed was scary. Maybe their brains weren't that different from humans.
"What do we do then?" Theron asked.
If there were too many zombies below, it would be super dangerous for the seven of them to rush in.
The key was, if they couldn't kill the Zombie Kings, everything tonight would be for nothing.
"Let's wait a bit longer!" Otha said in a deep voice. "They can hold on for a while, let them draw out more zombies!"
So the squad of seven didn't rush in but kept watching.
The pressure was still on the coalition side.
Even though Steven's long-range sniping was helping, there were just too many zombies.
Roughly estimated, there were already at least 200,000 zombies on the battlefield, and that didn't even count the annoying giant rats.
The battle was getting more brutal, with zombies dropping in rows.
Human soldiers were also starting to take heavy losses.
The numbers were just too overwhelming, and the giant rats breaking through defenses and biting through combat suits were causing huge problems.
If it weren't for the large number of Psychics holding the line, this weak fortification wouldn't last five minutes!
Seeing the situation on the ground, Steven called in Lily, Henry, and Earl to support the weak spots.
As for Fluffy, it stayed by Steven's side as usual.
In a way, Fluffy was Steven's most trusted bodyguard.
Its close combat skills were top-notch, it was super mobile, and its defense was like a tank.
With it around, Steven didn't worry about getting ambushed, and escaping would be easier.
Steven wasn't naive enough to throw all his strength into fighting the zombie horde.
His first priority was still the safety of his group.
Inside the church, Natasha stood in front of the statue, her calm hands clasped tightly, silently reciting a prayer.
The sounds of shouting and gunfire from outside were very clear here.
The faces of the cult members hiding in the church were filled with tension, while Natasha's face remained peaceful, as if everything outside had nothing to do with her.
Elinor sat on a church pew, her medical kit beside her.
Although she wasn't religious, she also silently prayed to God in her heart.
She clasped her hands and whispered, "God, if you really exist, please keep Steven and the others safe."
At that moment, a cold voice sounded above her head.
"Only the most devout believers will receive the protection of the divine."
Elinor looked up and met Natasha's cold, bright eyes.
She felt that Natasha's gaze had a captivating power, making people want to immerse themselves in it.
"Hello?" Elinor smiled and greeted, shifting her gaze away from Natasha's eyes.
Natasha looked at her deeply and suddenly said, "Are you troubled inside, feeling that you can't help your man Steven?"
Elinor's expression became slightly unnatural as her thoughts were exposed.
She touched her neck and smiled, "Maybe a little! I'm a doctor, I can only work in the rear. I can't go to the battlefield with him."
Natasha's seductive voice came through. "Perhaps, you also have the potential to become a Psychic."
These words made Elinor's heart race—she had been deeply desired to become a Psychic.
In the past, this feeling wasn't obvious, but ever since Nora awakened her Supernatural ability, Elinor's desire for Supernatural ability grew stronger.
Once upon a time, she was an independent woman, with a good family background and education.
She was somewhat famous in the medical field, becoming an attending physician at Starlight City's Mayo Hospital at a young age through her own efforts and family background.
And now? She felt her presence around Steven was diminishing.
This was a reality she didn't want to accept.
Even though Steven had always treated her well, she understood that Steven wasn't someone who prioritized emotions.
If one day, her role was replaced by someone more capable, the distance between her and Steven would surely grow.
She had to think of a way. Steven was always improving, but what about her?
Natasha's words revealed Elinor's inner thoughts, making her eyes flicker.
Remembering Steven's warning, Elinor responded to Natasha's words with indifference. "Really? This is the first time I've heard someone say that." She smiled politely.
But Natasha made an intimate gesture—she reached out to touch her cheek.
"Don't underestimate your potential! Many times, what you lack is just an opportunity."
"Believe in yourself, you have the potential to become a Psychic."
Elinor's heart was moved.
Yes, perhaps she also had the potential to become a Psychic.
Previously, she thought the conditions to become a Psychic were harsh, requiring one to risk their life.
If one failed, the result would be death, and she didn't have that courage.
However, the appearance of Frostheart pointed her to a new path.
Natasha stared at her, those clear, cold eyes carrying an indescribable charm.
Just seeing her eyes made one feel a sense of awe, unconsciously wanting to follow her orders.
"We need strength now, and your man Steven also needs your help."
"Elinor, I can make you a Psychic. Are you willing to accept it?"
Elinor's heartbeat quickened.
She knew that Natasha had the power to help others awaken their Supernatural ability, but she also knew that Natasha was very mysterious and couldn't be easily trusted.
Elinor hesitated for only a few seconds before her inner turmoil calmed down.
"Thank you, but I don't really need it." Elinor squinted her eyes and smiled faintly at Natasha.
Seeing this, Natasha's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment.
"It's okay, you can take your time to consider. Come find me when you change your mind. Remember, the divine's gift doesn't go to anyone."
With that, Natasha turned around and continued praying to the statue in front of her.
On a bench at the back of the church, Chase and his family of three, along with Clio, sat there.
As non-combat personnel and important mid-to-high-level members of the Snowfall Cult, they were granted the privilege to enter here for protection.
Delbert didn't want to face Natasha, the woman who took away his happiness.
He hated her, yet feared her deeply.
So he kept himself tightly wrapped in a blanket.
Clio sat beside him, holding his hand, silently encouraging him.
The sounds of war outside grew louder, the cries of the zombie horde and the rat swarm were terrifying, echoing in their heads even with their ears covered.
And all they could do now was pray that the armed forces at the front would win this battle.
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