NOVEL WEB Chapter 60: Chapter 60: Old Ren Got Smarter
"Ahhh!!"
Shrill screams echoed across the military camp.
It had been half an hour since Vincent Fox stormed the base and the place had completely fallen. All by himself, he had taken over the entire stronghold.
Of the hundreds of soldiers stationed here, only a few unlucky ones had been killed. Most had their legs shattered and were now writhing on the ground in agony.
With a massive boulder sealing the entrance, the soldiers were like fish trapped in a barrel. No one escaped.
At this moment
Old Ren was feasting wildly, his mouth stained red with fresh blood.
His grotesque figure alone had driven some of the soldiers mad with fear. A few lost control of their bowels. Some fainted on the spot.
But Old Ren didn't care if they were conscious or not. As long as they didn't interfere with his blood-drinking, he would crawl right over and sink his teeth in.
Despite losing both feet, Old Ren had learned to crawl using his hands and crawl he did, fast and furious.
The crippled soldiers had no chance. One by one, they were caught and drained dry.
On the second floor of the largest wooden building in the camp, several high-ranking officers sat slumped in chairs, forced to watch the nightmare unfold below.
They were pale with terror, but they dared not look away.
Because Vincent was making them watch.
Autumn Summer stood nearby, cold-eyed and armed with a rifle. Anyone who tried to close their eyes or look away got a bullet to the leg.
"Well?" Vincent's voice was calm but chilling. "Have you made up your minds? There aren't many soldiers left. If you still haven't decided by the time they're all dead, you're next."
He spoke fluently in the island nation's language. The officers understood every word.
Since entering this Forbidden Zone, Vincent had automatically mastered every language of this world. One of the many supernatural perks of this twisted dimension.
Barely had his words landed when one of the officers broke down and begged for mercy.
They had been utterly broken by the sight of Old Ren.
Given the choice, they'd rather disembowel themselves with a blade than die in the jaws of that monster.
Vincent grinned. "Good. Once you get me to the island, I'll let you live."
A lie, of course.
But for now, he needed them.
With their cooperation, the next phase of his plan would unfold smoothly.
He ordered the officers to contact a cargo ship and have it dock at the nearby port.
Then he forced them to labor on the parade ground, digging a massive pit with their own hands.
By the time the pit was ready, the soldiers Old Ren had drained were beginning to turn.
Vincent and Autumn took them down one by one again, harvesting more mission points in the process.
There was one particularly noteworthy development:
After drinking the blood of several hundred people, Old Ren's strength had skyrocketed.
His entire body sprouted jet-black hair. His bloodshot eyes turned pitch black, almost indistinguishable from a human's.
Most shocking of all his body had become flexible and agile. He even seemed to have developed the ability to fly.
With just a light leap, he could soar far into the air.
Had Uncle Nate been here, he'd be speechless with shock.
Because Old Ren's current state
Matched that of a high-level flying zombie, or Fei Jiang, in Taoist terms.
What was even more surprising
Was that Old Ren had grown smarter.
He no longer acted on blind impulse. He didn't grow arrogant with his newfound power. He didn't even try to provoke Vincent.
After feasting on the soldiers, he turned his sights on the officers.
But all it took was a single glance from Vincent, and Old Ren immediately backed off, obediently crouching in a corner like a scolded dog. Gone was the wild, bloodthirsty fiend from earlier.
Vincent blinked in surprise.
"Well damn. He really has gotten smarter. Now I can't even find a good excuse to beat him up."
With a sigh, Vincent slowly relaxed his clenched fists.
…
Half an hour later
All the reanimated corpses were piled into the pit and burned.
Vincent and Autumn's mission points skyrocketed again.
If they chose to return now, they would no doubt receive an excellent mission rating.
But Vincent wasn't satisfied.
He had only one goal
To achieve the highest possible mission rating.
And to do that, he would turn the entire island nation into a zombie playground, racking up points like a madman.
…
By now, it was around five or six in the morning.
"Sir, the cargo ship has arrived at the dock…" one of the officers reported with a deep bow, his tone meek to the extreme.
Vincent nodded. "Time to move."
Just then
A sudden rumbling sounded from outside the camp.
Vincent turned his gaze to the gate.
An old cargo truck was pulling up in the distance.
It came to a halt at the entrance.
From the back of the truck, several foreigners stepped down, their faces shocked as they stared at the broken, bloodstained military camp.
"Oh my God! Can someone tell me what the hell happened here?"
Vincent's eyes narrowed. He turned to an officer. "Who are they?"
The officer wiped the sweat from his brow. "They're antique dealers, sir. Here to… buy relics…"
Instant understanding dawned.
So these officers weren't just smuggling artifacts back to their own higher-ups. They'd also been lining their pockets by selling treasures to foreign merchants on the side.
Vincent chuckled.
He strode up to the stunned foreigners and announced loudly:
"From this moment on you're all my prisoners."
The foreigners: "???"
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