Chapter 60: Contemplating Life
The black-haired, red-eyed youth walked out from the smoke and dust, his bare upper body wrapped in bombs.
"Is this... an undying constitution?"
Xi, floating above the forest, saw this scene. Just then, a bullet came whistling through the air.
Ding!
Crystal fragments flew everywhere. A thick transparent crystal wall appeared in front of Xi, with a sniper bullet embedded within it. Her current position was a target.
Xi naturally knew this. Although she was unafraid of long-range attacks, consuming too much crystal energy before battle was unwise. She returned to the forest.
Inside the forest of the Third Zone, a large number of Apocalypse Paradise contractors had gathered. They were all observing one person through various means—that black-haired, red-eyed youth.
The black-haired, red-eyed youth stood before over ten thousand orc soldiers, with no fear in his eyes. He was contemplating one thing: what his name was.
"I've died too many times recently. I think my name is Black Blood? Seems like it's not."
Black Blood scratched his head. His somewhat dazed gaze gradually cleared, and he faced the charging orc army.
Curved blades, longswords, and battle axes came slashing down. Black Blood didn't defend. He simply didn't care about these attacks. What he feared were anesthetic-type potions or skills.
Black Blood had a demi-human bloodline. The demi-human bloodline was a bloodline with extremely strong survivability. This bloodline possessed extremely strong undying properties. After death, it would reset the body, healing all injuries. This was something bloodlines like artificial humans couldn't compare to.
The demi-human bloodline had a fatal flaw: its offensive capabilities were relatively weak. Black Blood naturally knew this, so he compensated with bombs. He had mastered a skill: Random Mystic Bomb Generation Lv.28. This could randomly generate dozens of types of mystic bombs, such as mental bombs, magic bombs, alchemy bombs, and so on.
If another contractor had mastered this ability, they would at most become a demolitionist. But Black Blood was different. Demi-human bloodline + Random Mystic Bomb Generation = Taliban player.
The sound of sharp weapons hacking formed a continuous chain. Black Blood, who had charged into the orc army, had his head and one arm chopped off.
Boom!
Flames spread. The shockwave from the explosion radiated outward, creating a blast that covered a hundred-meter radius.
Charred limbs and broken arms flew everywhere. In just one exchange, over three hundred orcs were blown to bits. Truly, a sea of death.
"Is it over?"
An orc squad leader looked at the explosion's flames with lingering fear.
"Hello, little orc friends."
Black Blood, with a full smile on his face, walked out from the flames. His body was covered in burns. Bombs appeared again.
"Kill him!"
The orc squad leader roared, seemingly fearless, but his pupils were already trembling.
Orc soldiers lunged at Black Blood. Black Blood looked up at the sky.
"Strange, who am I, anyway?"
Boom!
Another explosion. Another few hundred orcs died.
Inside the forest of the Third Zone, many Apocalypse Paradise contractors saw this scene. A small number of them looked stunned.
"Our opponents... are all guys like this?"
An Apocalypse Paradise contractor swallowed hard. It wasn't Black Blood's ability that scared him, but that attitude of being numb to life and death.
"Probably... not. This might be a special case. Some of us might also break down from psychological pressure and become like this."
"That's right. I don't believe those Reincarnation Paradise contractors aren't afraid of death."
Boom, boom, boom...
Explosions came one after another. Before the orc soldiers could even reach the Second Zone, they had already suffered over a thousand casualties.
When the smoke from the final explosion cleared, Black Blood lay on the ground, seemingly exhausted. He was actually trying to remember who he really was.
Although Black Blood lay on the ground, none of the nearby orc soldiers dared approach him. The orc soldiers continued their march, leaving a hundred-meter-wide gap in their formation. At the center of this gap lay Black Blood. No one dared to get close to this self-detonating youth. The self-detonating youth didn't get up again, as if he was contemplating life—like, where am I? Who am I?
At a high point in the Second Zone, a Reincarnation Paradise contractor standing there saw this scene. He was a regimental commander.
"This kid's not bad. Brothers, get ready to welcome our orc 'friends.'"
After this regimental commander spoke, his subordinates answered weakly.
"Hey, show some morale."
"I know, boss."
"We've killed too many orcs already. Can't muster any interest."
The Reincarnation Paradise contractors scattered throughout the maze of the Second Zone. They all had maps. To them, this wasn't a maze but a natural terrain for preventing charges.
From time to time, green phosphorus fire bottles fell from the sky. No one knew how many green phosphorus fire bottles Xi had gotten her hands on.
"Kill!"
The orc army charged to the ruins of the Second Zone. What greeted them were cold guns and explosives.
Pfft, pfft, pfft...
A contractor holding a dark purple quality pistol continuously pulled the trigger. The silencer on his gun muzzle effectively concealed his position. Every three bullets he fired, one orc fell. His marksmanship was excellent.
Eject magazine, reload, continue firing. This gunner was like a precision machine, his movements accurate and fast.
The long-range firepower of several hundred contractors met the orc army. Before the orc army could even get close to the Second Zone, they began to fall layer by layer.
The smell of gunpowder and blood mixed together. The curtain of war had risen.
Although the orc army suffered heavy casualties, their numbers were vast. They relied on their human wave tactics to forcefully charge forward.
Whoosh~
A green phosphorus fire bottle fell from above. Several contractors at the landing point scattered. However, one of them was held back by an orc soldier.
With a crack, the fire bottle shattered upon landing. Green flames spread.
"Ah!"
A contractor covered in green flames screamed in agony. He was enduring the unbearable burning pain. With the adhesive nature of green phosphorus, he was doomed.
This contractor knew this as well. He aimed his gun at his own head and pulled the trigger.
Bang! Brains splattered everywhere. The contractor fell to the ground. The moment he hit the ground, his body was burned to ashes.
Several nearby Reincarnation Paradise contractors witnessed this scene. Their hearts were completely unruffled. They were used to life and death.
By the time the orcs charged into the Second Zone, they had already suffered over 4,000 casualties—nearly half their number.
Would Xi let these orcs die in vain? Of course not. She was using these orcs as cannon fodder to reduce the number of casualties among the Apocalypse Paradise contractors.
"Defense team, charge out of the forest in five seconds. Long-range team, follow behind the defense team. Support team, follow behind the long-range team. Melee team, guard the rear."
Xi issued orders on the war channel. The Apocalypse Paradise contractors, who had been preparing for a long time, waited silently.
The reason Xi sent the orc troops to their deaths was mainly to have these orcs block bullets for her own contractors. With these orcs holding the line ahead, her contractors could avoid at least 90% of long-range attacks.
Anyone with clear eyes could see that over ten thousand orc soldiers would soon be killed by a few hundred contractors. Xi didn't expect these orcs to break through the Reincarnation Paradise's defenses. She was just reducing the number of casualties among her own contractors.
Clearly, Xi had succeeded. This wasn't a conspiracy; it was an open strategy. With over ten thousand orcs, not attacking was absolutely impossible. If they attacked, the Apocalypse Paradise contractors would take the opportunity to charge forward.