Chapter 145 Too Weak-Monster Battlefield(The cat with the broad face had a remarkably large visage.)

As everyone knows, people cannot be lumped together and judged by the same standard, and the same goes for heavy-duty mechas.

If an extraordinary person is paired with an extraordinary heavy-duty mecha, it is even more impossible to generalize.

Just like on the current battlefield, although the other three heavy-duty mechas were also very strong, capable of single-handedly killing snake-dogs with rapid gunfire, once the number of snake-dogs exceeded two or three, especially when closing in for close combat, the combat effectiveness of those three heavy-duty mechas would plummet drastically.

However, Marc was different. As the commander of the Dust Hunters, his individual combat capability was inherently very strong, and his heavy-duty mecha was also a specially modified "captain's model." Its color was distinct from the white of the other heavy-duty mechas; it was pitch black. Therefore, with the combination of the two, his close-quarters combat power was formidable.

Earlier, the situation had been urgent, and when they boarded the mechas, the weapons had not even been fully prepared yet. However, a snake-dog had already lunged at him to bite, and he sent it flying with a single headbutt.

A chainsaw blade danced up and down in his hands, claiming the life of a small snake-dog with every single strike.

Coupled with a large-caliber specialized pistol, a few snake-dogs were simply not enough to pose a challenge to him.

Thus, through everyone's joint efforts, they actually managed to suppress the advance of the snake-dog pack!

They even began to counterattack and slaughter the snake-dog pack in return!

Of course, the contribution of one particular person in all of this could not be obliterated; or rather, he was the greatest contributor of them all.

This person was, naturally, Zhou Shu.

"Bang!"

These were not gunshots, but the sound of Zhou Shu striking the snake-dogs.

Whenever a snake-dog was hit by a punch or a kick from him, it would be sent flying, either perishing instantly or sprawling on the ground unable to get up for a long time, practically no different from being dead.

The reason why some of them were still not dead was simply because he had not used his full strength at all.

Zhou Shu discovered that no matter how many of these creatures he hit, his stats would not increase; these bottom-tier derivative-type monsters were simply too weak.

This was quite annoying.

Fortunately, he knew what he was doing and was also trying hard to save people.

Having wandered in the sandstorm for seven days, he had finally laid eyes on living humans, so he couldn't let them just die casually.

Besides, he remembered that there were mecha talents on the Lighthouse, and the real world was already preparing a mecha project team. If he, as the team leader, lacked the relevant knowledge, that would be disastrous, so he planned to take a trip up to the Lighthouse.

There was a wealth of data on the Lighthouse. Although he claimed to be a surface survivor, he had actually only been here for seven days, all of which were spent traveling through the sandstorm in the uninhabited zone, so his understanding of this world was limited to what was shown in the animation.

However, those dozen or so episodes of the animation only showcased less than ten days of the Ling Cage world, whereas the battlefield he was currently in was genuinely evolving and extending from scratch.

At the very least, these things must exist in the lore settings.

In the data archives, rows of data cabinets were crammed with data hard drives. The animation only displayed one of them, which was about the history of the Lighthouse.

Moreover, that history of the Lighthouse was an edited and revised version, and not a single shred of the various technical materials collected by the Dust Hunters was shown.

Actually, Zhou Shu could find those materials while wandering on the surface as well, but since there was such a massive data archive right there, filled with neatly organized information, why would he bother collecting it bit by bit himself?

As for Bai Yuekui's team, who appeared right at the beginning, Zhou Shu had thought about looking for them, but after scanning the area, he hadn't found this team anywhere.

Therefore, there was no need to rush; he would run into them sooner or later, perhaps within a matter of days at most.

And if he wanted to board the Lighthouse, saving Marc and his group was undoubtedly the most effective method.

He shuttled back and forth across the battlefield, keeping a close eye on the situation from all directions. Those within reach were kicked to death, and those out of reach were dealt with by picking up whatever was on the ground and hurling it.

With his current strength attribute, even without using psychokinesis, purely relying on muscular projection was terrifyingly powerful.

It was hard to say for long distances, but within the perimeter of the spacecraft ruins, his throws hit the target every single time, and the effect was no different from being struck by his fist.

Even if the thrown object was somewhat unusual, such as a steel pipe, it could pin a snake-dog directly to the ground, and if it was a piece of iron sheet, it could cleanly slice off a head.

When Jeff finished off the last snake-dog, he hurriedly searched for his next target, only to see everyone sitting in the vehicles, watching him as if they were enjoying a good show.

Thinking his camera had malfunctioned, he opened the protective panel and looked out with his naked eyes, but the result was still the same.

So, he frowned and tilted his head: "???"

Damn it, he had been fighting too intensely just now and hadn't paid any attention to the dynamics of the entire battlefield at all!

"Hahahaha—"

His expression provoked a burst of laughter from everyone. Several injured Dust Hunter members also clutched their wounds and laughed heartily, only to feel a stabbing pain in their chests after a couple of laughs.

Blood spurted out.

"Ouch!"

"Don't move, don't move, hold it down!"

"Medic, bandage him again!"

"Medic, his wound has split open!"

Amidst the laughter, Marc shouted at Jeff, "What are you staring blankly for? Get in the vehicle quickly, or are you waiting for the monsters to regenerate so you can feed them?"

"Oh, oh, coming!"

Jeff hurriedly drove his heavy-duty mecha toward the vehicles, and the convoy set off, departing from the area immediately.

Just as the convoy started moving, a headless monster grew a new head right back, while its original head, which had dropped to the side, melted into black water and seeped into the soil.

Although those who witnessed this scene still felt a lingering fear in their hearts, it was only retrospective fear, because their convoy had already set off.

Even though the sandstorm still hadn't completely dissipated, visibility was still impaired, and the monsters were gradually catching up, as long as the vehicles could keep moving, they were basically safe.

This time could be said to be the material-gathering mission with the minimum losses, because only people were injured, not a single person died, not even a Dust Person.

Furthermore, the supplies gathered this mission were quite substantial. According to the estimates of experienced individuals, this haul would allow the Lighthouse to continue operating for at least half a year!

As soon as they shared this news, everyone grew jubilant.

However, unlike their jubilation, Marc and several elite members wore rather solemn expressions.

Marc pressed his communicator and said, "The proliferation rate of the monsters has exceeded our expectations. There shouldn't be such a massive horde here normally."

Jeff, who was driving, remarked upon hearing this, "Indeed. The data models we previously established are no longer applicable. Perhaps these old bones of mine will perish on the surface next time."

Hardly had he finished speaking when Erika, who was sitting beside him jotting things down in a small notebook, let out two puffs of breath: "Uncle Jeff, what are you saying? You're only in your thirties, how are you old bones? Besides, we didn't lose anyone this time despite being unprepared; next time we're prepared, maybe not even anyone will get injured."

Hearing Erika say this, they involuntarily cast their gazes toward the figure standing atop the transport vehicle.

Ran Bing turned to Marc and said, "We owe this all to him this time. You should try to recruit him into the Dust Hunters. With him around, our gathering missions will be much safer. Plus, he's a local, so he should know where important supplies are, and the Lighthouse can save a lot of energy consumption on scanning."

"Of course, I will." Marc glanced at Zhou Shu's figure again and nodded deeply.

The others also looked toward Zhou Shu once more. They all felt that ever since the Lighthouse entered this new continent, their luck seemed to have taken a turn for the better.

Meanwhile, Zhou Shu, standing atop the roof of the lead vehicle, had no idea he was already being targeted; he was waiting for the big boss.

According to the plot, a super-large monster should appear around here, and accompanying the super-large monster would be Bai Yuekui's team.

In particular, Bai Yuekui's entrance was extremely stunning, standing directly on the shoulder of the super-large monster, leaving Marc and Ran Bing dumbfounded.

Zhou Shu was very curious to know what level of powerhouse the system would classify Bai Yuekui as, not to mention that super-large monster—he wondered if he could beat it?

"Oh no, those monsters are catching up!"

"Ah, they're catching up already? Drive faster!"

"We can't go any faster; going any faster makes it easy to flip the vehicle."

"Everyone don't panic, Dust Hunters, open fire to slow them down!"

"Understood!"

"Da-da-da-da-da—"

"Boom-boom-boom-boom—"

Listening to these chaotic noises, Zhou Shu looked back and saw that the monsters were indeed pursuing them. However, there was no need to worry about them for now, because the convoy hadn't dispersed and kept moving forward. As long as firepower was properly coordinated, those monsters would never catch up to the convoy.

Actually, he knew how to permanently kill these monsters; all he needed to do was destroy the core inside their bodies.

Once their energy-receiving core was destroyed, their flesh and blood would quickly turn into a black, viscous liquid.

The reason Zhou Shu hadn't done that was because there were bloodstains left behind by injured humans at the scene. If he completely annihilated the monsters, their "black water" would fuse with the human blood, producing a very troublesome substance.

That substance was known as "Breath Soil."

Once "Breath Soil" was allowed to spread across the battlefield, the human faction would be in grave danger.