Chapter 977: Traces of the U.S. Army!

Chapter 977: Traces of the U.S. Army!

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At the same time, in order to fight for the blood of those Mutant Beasts, many of these low-level Mutant Beasts began to engage in slaughter, as the roars and screams of agony and misery rang out through the forest.

By the time darkness enveloped the Earth, all of a sudden, there was a bright beam that shot out from the lake.

The moment the beam appeared, the Mutant Beasts by the lake fought to open their mouths and absorb as much light as possible.

Among them, the 4 Type 5 Mutant Beasts took in the most light. When the light entered their bodies, their aura seemed to strengthen as well.

"There's indeed a treasure!"

After evolving to the Type 6 realm, Yue Zhong could see clearly, that there was a peculiar silver spring within the depths of the lake. It was from this lake that the beam of light was emitting from.

"Ah, there's a helicopter!"

Suddenly, his brows furrowed, and he heard sounds of communication between humans. As he focused, he could tell that the sounds were a few kilometers away.

A few kilometers away, on the flat ground atop a small hill, there were 12 AH-64 Boeing Apaches and 12 carriers.

6 men and 2 women stepped out, wearing black combat uniforms, emitting a dangerous pressure, observing the pillar of light.

A total of 300 equipped American soldiers got out from the carriers, and some equipment was being transported out as well, being put together to form a large construct.

One short, blond hair burly soldier gazed at the silver beam and sighed, "It's amazing. That beam of light is so beautiful. We can even see it from the satellites. Why would such a thing exist here, instead of our American land?"

One of the ladies, a beautiful blond with her long hair in a ponytail, spoke coldly, "Jos, every country would have some natural-forming treasures after the apocalypse. Didn't America already produce the Basmult Gem? Quickly take care of those Mutant Beasts and retrieve the treasure. According to the intelligence reports, the new government of China is about to recover the whole of Hebei. Once they discover this phenomenon here, they will send their forces to take out the Mutant Beasts and keep the treasure.

Jos turned around to look at the beauty, and chuckled, "The Chinese government? The faction under that person called Yue Zhong? I'm a peak Type 4 Divine Warrior, if Yue Zhong were to send his forces here, I will just wipe them out. Let them see the might of our Superhuman Alliance. Rosie, after this mission, let's fuck."

The westerners were usually more open and uttered profanities without much care. However, it was effective, as when a man and woman took a liking to each other, a one-night stand was likely to occur, as compared to the long courtship of the eastern world.

Rosie's face turned cold, and she pointed a middle finger, "Go fuck your own mother, fool!"

"Haha, Jos, she called you an idiot." A black man in sunglasses spoke up. He was wiping his weapon, a heavy cannon of sorts with a 300mm barrel, equipped with a collimator, and a Type 5 Mutant Beast nucleus inserted in the middle of it. He laughed out brazenly before continuing, "Rosie, Jos can't satisfy you. Let me do it, I guarantee that you will not be able to get out of bed for 3 days."

Ross's eyes turned even more icy, as she pointed her own cannon at his groin, "Sure, Caiman, if you don't mind me blasting your sorry excuse for a meat into pieces, just come at me."

Caiman raised his hands apologetically, as though in surrender, "Haha, I'll pass."

Just then, a bulky warrior with a bald head and rippling muscles stepped forward. His face was covered in a thick beard, his expression stern, and his gaze sharp. "Quit your nonsense, time for the mission."

"Yes! Boss (Captain Cleo)!"

The moment Cleo spoke, the rest of the team immediately turned serious and began equipping their technology.

Soon, 6 cannons with 300mm barrels, inserted with Type 5 Mutant Beast nuclei and had countless mysterious runes engraved all over them were fully assembled. The black barrels were then aimed at the Mutant Beasts below them.

The rest of the American troops also swarmed out like ants, carrying all sorts of heavy equipment, building a simple but terrifying cannon.

As they were adjusting the aim of the 6 cannons, one bald man who had his eyes closed, muttered out a strange incantation under his breath. A thin, black light radiated out, enveloping everyone present and masked all their killing intents and auras.

3 men and 1 woman quickly got on the ground, adjusting their breaths, and aimed.

At that instant, 4 beams shot out from the hill, aiming for the 4 Type 5 Mutant Beasts respectively.

Due to their killing intent being masked, both by their own suppression as well as their comrade's spell, it was only at the moment when the beams were shot out that the 4 Type 5 Mutant Beasts felt the killing intent.

The 4 beasts had killed countless Mutant Beasts and felt numerous killing intents, fear, respect, thus, their reaction to this killing intent from the humans was slightly slow.

Only the Type 5 Mutant Green Cat was able to make it in time, dodging to one side.

The 4 beams fell, and 3 beams slammed into the beasts.

One of them penetrated the head of the Type 5 Black Ape-man, directly blasting its brain apart. A Type 5 Nucleus flew out from its brain.

Another beam slammed into the waist of the White-Scaled Panther, shattering its spine, almost cutting it in half. Its entire body was dyed red with blood.

The 3rd beam punched through the chest of the Type 5 Lizardman, destroying it, as blood splattered and bone fragments flew.

In an instant, the 4 most feared Mutant Beasts were taken out, 1 dead and 2 heavily injured.

Humans might be the weakest race in this apocalyptic world, losing out to other existences of the same rank. However, with the appropriate equipment, weapons, as well as their intelligence, it was possible for them to take on higher-ranked enemies.

At that instant, the Type 5 Mutant Green Cat that had evaded quickly slashed through the heads of the 2 heavily injured comrades, digging out their nuclei and swallowing them. It then turned towards Cleo and the rest, its eyes filled with a cold killing intent.

Jos cursed out excitedly, as he pulled his trigger, "Go to hell! Beast!"

A number of beams that could blast a Type 5 Mutant Beast into oblivion fired out towards the Type 5 Mutant Green Cat.

At that moment, 4 beams slammed into the body of the Mutant Green Cat, piercing through its body, and causing a few holes in the ground behind it.

Cleo saw that none of the beams hit and passed his order immediately, "Not good, that was an afterimage! The mission has failed, abandon all equipment and retreat now!"

Wesmer, the commander of the Seals Special Forces, frowned and replied, "Colonel Cleo, we've already established the defense post. It's just an attack by a single Mutant Beast, we should be able to take it down!"

Within their defense, coupled with the automatic weapons and 300 soldiers, Wesmer had the confidence of beating the enemy. Cleo had just called for a retreat without even trying to fight, this would cause their troop to abandon an entire battalion's worth of ammunition. He could not agree to the decision.

Cleo barked out coldly, "Major Wesmer, that is a Type 5 Mutant Beast! It alone can kill all of us here! I will not watch all our guys die at the hands of a beast without a reason!! Order the retreat now! Major!"

After that, he did not even care for Wesmer's response, and he led his subordinates into one of the carriers.

Cleo was the strongest Evolver within the Superhuman Alliance, and he knew the terrors of a Type 5 Mutant Beast. Even if they all attacked together, there was only death.

When they all boarded, Cleo immediately barked at the pilot, "Fly now!"

"Ok! Boss!!"

The pilot was also a member of the Superhuman Alliance. He quickly piloted the aircraft and pulled up into the air.

Wesmer saw that Cleo had actually fled and frowned. He started to reconsider the severity of the situation, and decided to give the order, "Convey my order, get everyone to retreat."

The signal officer beside him immediately replied, "Understood!"

However, just as he spoke, his head disappeared mysteriously, as blood shot up and splattered over Wesmer's face.