“To slow things down.” Nan Zhu stood up from his seat, drew his gun from his waist and held it in his hand: “Humans adapt too quickly, far exceeding the evolution speed of zombies. If this continues, it will be disadvantageous for the mastermind behind the scenes.”

“This time, these berserkers have a very clear target.” Ye Shaoheng gripped the machete at his waist; he had become completely accustomed to the weight of this heavy machete. “I bet they’ll go straight upstairs.”

“Yes, theoretically speaking, they should be coming for us.” Nan Zhu rarely agreed with Ye Shaoheng’s statement.

Everyone's heart was in their throat, but at this moment, they were all stunned.

This towering doomsday beacon inexplicably sprouted many arms. Two mechanical arms grew from each floor, and the bottom two arms were connected to heavy guns. The mechanical arms were densely packed with gun barrels, numbering in the dozens to the naked eye.

Above that on the robotic arm was something like a chainsaw. With a buzzing sound, the chainsaw instantly spun around, leaving afterimages, ready to fire.

What's this!

"Da da da da da—"

The air was filled with the sounds of gunfire and billowing smoke.

The gun barrels were aimed at the charging berserkers, and countless shells flew out from them, consuming bullets at an extremely fast speed and stirring up a cloud of smoke.

After a burst of gunfire, the smoke cleared, and only two-thirds of the berserkers remained.

In reality, there were many more severely wounded berserkers, some missing half their bodies, some missing arms or legs, and some even missing large chunks of their faces. Yet they felt no pain and were not completely injured in vital areas, still charging forward recklessly.

Hundreds of berserkers surged forward in dense formation, their footsteps sending chills down one's spine.

"roar--"

All the berserkers suddenly stopped, their bluish-gray eyes staring straight at the high-ranking members of the Doomsday Beacon. They roared with all their might, their roars sounding like a mountain torrent and a tsunami, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Those who weren't far enough away were immediately struck by the shockwave, bleeding from all seven orifices. Some even fainted and lost consciousness. The sound was extremely penetrating, passing through doors and walls, and instilling fear in those who heard it.

"Buzz—"

Three loudspeakers suddenly appeared on the top of the Doomsday Beacon, and a strange sound rippled outwards in concentric circles. Nan Zhu recognized that it sounded remarkably similar to the sound of Aga Ray's performance last time.

This is a simulation of emotional superpowers.

Instantly, everyone who witnessed the sound wave snapped out of their daze, clutching their chests, still shaken.

At the same time, while the zombies were howling to the sky, several other mechanical arms equipped with chainsaws immediately started working, leaving a trail of blood and flesh wherever they went.

The advantage of cold weapons over firearms lies in their accuracy.

Large-sized firearms are easy to produce smoke without causing damage, and small bullets have limited lethality. But with melee weapons, once you aim, you've shredded them. However, mechanical arms are indeed not as flexible as human arms, which allows some berserkers to seize the opportunity and rush out.

Berserkers certainly wouldn't take the elevator. Putting aside whether they have the brains for it, they certainly don't have the inclination.

A group of berserkers were about to climb up the wall of the Doomsday Beacon.

The first berserker to touch the Doomsday Beacon wall was suddenly thrown back, his body charred black by the electric shock. Even though he was a massive berserker, he was knocked to the ground and convulsed uncontrollably.

The surface of the doomsday beacon suddenly became extremely smooth, like a mirror, so smooth that even mosquitoes would slip on it.

A few of the ones with better voltage tolerance held on for a couple more seconds, but they didn't even climb a meter before sliding down and being bounced away by the high voltage again, joining the army of those foaming at the mouth and convulsing uncontrollably.

"Wow, that's amazing..." Ye Shaoheng felt that he had been nervous for nothing. He had already prepared for a life-or-death struggle, but now he was being told that the place he was in was impregnable and the safest place.

What are all these high-tech gadgets? He's never seen them before.

"It's good that this place is impregnable." Ji Yunhan breathed a sigh of relief. He was older than Ye Yuansong, and his hands were shaking so badly that he could no longer hold a gun.

If there's real danger, he'll probably be the one who holds everyone back.

However, Ye Shaoheng and Nan Zhu still did not sit down. One of them gripped the handle of the machete tightly, and the other gripped the gun tightly. Both of them had solemn expressions.

Ye Yuansong and Ji Yunhan also looked unpleasant.

The commander-in-chief clasped his hands together, gently resting his chin on them, and an eerie silence fell over the observation room.

"What's wrong?" a researcher asked timidly. The atmosphere was so oppressive that it sent chills down his spine.

Nobody paid him any attention.

Ye Shaoheng desperately hoped that he was mistaken; he was really looking forward to his proud insensitivity kicking in right now.

But it's not possible.

The observation room was filled with a sense of crisis, putting Ye Shaoheng on high alert. He felt his muscles were tense, and the oppressive atmosphere made his breathing increasingly heavy.

Suddenly, Ye Shaoheng felt a shiver run through his muscles and his hair stand on end. His innate sense of crisis and excellent physical fitness made him react instinctively, drawing his knife to shield himself.

"when!"

A crisp metallic clanging sound.

The attacker wasn't particularly strong, but its speed and suddenness were its strengths. Its speed was so fast that the impact it caused was not to be underestimated.

Ye Shaoheng held the machete horizontally in front of him, using his elbow to brace against the blade and balance the impact. His lower body was very stable, but even so, he was still knocked back two or three steps.

Everyone finally got a clear look at the attacker's face.

It was a gaunt face with bulging eyes. The face was so thin that it seemed to be nothing but skin and bones, making his eyes appear exceptionally large, making him look exactly like a stereotypical alien.

Its limbs are also incredibly thin, and from a distance it looks like a skeleton covered with a drumhead.

It lacked bluish-gray scales, but its bluish veins were exceptionally clear, connecting every inch of its body and appearing distinctly on its skin.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and a bullet pierced precisely through its left eye, embedding itself in the monster's brain.

Nan Zhu held up his gun. His reaction was quick, and his marksmanship was excellent. With the improved gun and bullets, he took the monster's life in an instant.

"The Lurker is small in stature, lurking silently in the darkness. They are extremely fast and will pounce on anyone they spot." Nan Zhu still gripped his gun tightly, as he could sense that they hadn't gone over yet: "Because of their high sprinting speed, they have a high jumping ability and a brief ability to float in the air."

Everyone stared stiffly at the window, which was open and gently blowing a warm breeze into the room.

They had just taken the drone outside to observe, and to make it easier to launch and retrieve the drone, they hadn't closed the window.

Their building is over a hundred stories high!

That's an incredibly high jumping ability, isn't it?

Is this considered high?

What do the highest, higher, and extremely high look like?

“It shouldn’t have snuck in from our floor.” Nan Zhu said seriously, “There are quite a few open windows in the Doomsday Beacon.”

Perhaps these guys have been lurking here for a very long time.

"That's not the point. We should have memorized the post-apocalyptic zombie handbook by now." Ye Shaoheng's smile was a little forced. "The point is, just how many things have infiltrated this place?"