Chapter 522 Fight Your Way Out!
After about ten minutes, Rolf completed his makeshift assault boat using the truck's cargo bed, tires, and engine.
The vessel could only hold about a dozen people, so Otha quickly allocated the spots—the seven investigation team members, along with Megan, Byron, and two of their Psychic unit captains.
Theron hoisted the assault boat onto his shoulders and carried it to the front gate.
Otha called out to the factions positioned outside, "We're making a run for it—be ready to cover us!"
"Understood! Just come out and we'll handle the rest!" the surrounding factions quickly responded.
With everything in place, Megan opened the seven-layer alloy door of the shelter. As the door slowly parted, a wave of scorching heat rushed inward.
Despite wearing heat-resistant protective suits, they could still feel the searing air against their skin.
The entire refinery was ablaze, surrounded by a sea of flames. The only good news was that the zombies in the immediate vicinity had been incinerated.
Theron carried the assault boat to the water's edge, dropped it in, and the group leaped aboard.
Since Rolf had assembled the boat himself, he naturally took the helm. He fired up the engine, and the underwater propeller spun furiously, propelling them toward the opposite shore.
The area surrounding Emberwick Base had become a vast, flooded wasteland of scalding water stretching for miles.
As soon as they cleared the perimeter, the Bronze Flying Elite Zombies that had been circling overhead shrieked and dove downward.
A thunderous crack echoed from the distance, and one of the flying zombies jerked back as if struck by a sledgehammer, tumbling from the sky.
At his elevated position, Steven calmly reloaded his rifle, then continued monitoring the airspace above the boat.
Everyone aboard was returning fire. Though each was a powerful Psychic who could easily handle a few Bronze Flying Elite Zombies under normal circumstances, being crammed together on a single boat made it difficult to use their abilities effectively.
Otha raised his black gun, calmly taking aim at the swooping undead, yet even with specialized weapons, mere body shots weren't enough to inflict meaningful damage.
Leandro, unwilling to let Steven steal his thunder, was also firing his sniper rifle from the boat.
Unlike Steven, he wasn't a spatial-type Psychic and couldn't compensate for the massive recoil. Each time he fired, the entire boat rocked violently.
"Stop using the sniper rifle—it's too unstable on the boat!" Theron quickly pressed down on his hand. Reluctantly, Leandro switched to his handgun instead.
Hundreds of Bronze Flying Elite Zombies swarmed the air, moving at extreme speeds. Only snipers like Steven, with his target-locking Supernatural ability, could effectively kill them. The other Psychics' abilities were barely at fifty percent effectiveness on water.
Just as they were focusing on the aerial threats, the surrounding water began to form massive waves.
The assault boat suddenly lurched to a near stop, as if they had drifted into a dense patch of seaweed. Eris leaned over the edge to investigate.
In the next instant, a zombie's head burst from the water, lunging for her face!
Startled, Eris managed to fall backward into the boat just in time. Leandro reacted instantly, firing a single shot that obliterated the zombie's head.
"The water is full of zombies!" Eris pointed downward, shouting in panic.
Everyone peered into the depths below, their expressions growing grave. What they saw made their scalps crawl with horror.
The zombies submerged by the flood hadn't perished—being already dead, they had simply remained underwater. Now they had instinctively pursued the boat, grabbing onto the hull one after another, piling on top of each other as countless undead clawed their way upward!
Rolf gritted his teeth and ruthlessly increased the throttle.
The propeller made a sickening sound as it shredded the zombies behind them. The assault boat struggled forward, but ahead lay even more zombies beneath the surface.
After traveling some distance, when they could finally see the shore, an even greater shock awaited them.
Beyond the lake stood tens of thousands of zombies, staring at them with hollow eyes, waiting for their arrival. Among them were at least two hundred Bronze Elite Zombies.
Meanwhile, Steven, Sebastian, and Leonard were doing their best to thin the horde and draw their attention, but the supporting factions at the perimeter were themselves under attack.
After Steven had killed six Bronze Flying Elite Zombies, a massive number of undead immediately began converging on their elevated position. The other factions faced similar situations.
Steven remained calm, ordering his people into the snowmobiles, then circling the perimeter, sniping zombies as they fled.
But in the current situation, they could only draw fire away; there was no way they could reach the shore to welcome the boat. The team had to rely on their own strength.
"We have no choice but to go all out!" Lanny clenched his teeth and raised his right hand, forming a massive sphere of light in his palm. Dozens of giant light orbs materialized around his body.
The investigation team's faces changed drastically. The Levitating Energy Cannon was incredibly powerful, but it had a major drawback—consuming not only Supernatural ability but also mental energy.
Excessive use would cause irreparable damage to Lanny's body, potentially leaving him nothing more than an empty shell—a living dead man.
For this reason, Otha had always been particularly protective of Lanny, placing significant restrictions on his ability usage.
Seeing Lanny preparing to risk everything, Otha immediately placed a hand on his shoulder. "Put away your Levitating Energy Cannon! It's not your turn to sacrifice yourself yet!"
Lanny froze, then suddenly shouted in anger, "With a zombie horde this massive, how else will we survive if I don't use my ability to clear a path?"
"Don't you dare tell me you're planning to sacrifice yourself to create an escape route for us!"
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