I Have A Martial Dao World-Chapter 540 - : 540. Tactical Ghost

Chapter 540: 540. Tactical Ghost

Kim Seol-hye was taken away, and Inoue Seiichi lost his source of entertainment completely, spending his days gazing at the Han River to relieve his boredom.

From a distance, the sound of booming and dull thuds could be heard occasionally; it was the artillery from both sides engaging in fire, but the side of the Yi Dynasty obviously had the upper hand with their naval gun support.

“The Shina are about to launch a full-scale attack…” Inoue Seiichi gripped his fists tightly, “It’s also time for me to serve the Emperor with my loyalty!”

Regrettably, fate was not on his side, and soon two military policemen wearing long boots arrived.

“Lieutenant Inoue, the commander has ordered you to board a plane and return to your country immediately.”

“Return… return to my country?” Inoue Seiichi remembered his role as a mascot, meant to boost the morale of the people back home, and it wouldn’t be good to just die like this.

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Knowing he could not defy the commander’s will, he looked up and said, “Please allow me to pack my personal belongings.”

The military police glanced at their watches and said, “Please hurry, we only have 15 minutes.”

“Is it such a rush…” Inoue Seiichi felt that even if it was a retreat, it seemed a bit hasty, but before he could finish, suddenly, screams and commotion erupted not far behind them.

The two military policemen looked in that direction as well; the noise was coming from the direction of the bunker.

They saw the metal doors, large enough for two trucks to pass through side by side, open, and many soldiers wearing protective suits and gas masks ran up… as well as people in white lab coats?

These people were visibly agitated, looking completely unnerved as they began to shout and argue fiercely:

“Close the door! Close the door now!”

“We can’t close it! Lieutenant General Ishii is still down there…”

It was clear that something had gone wrong, and Inoue Seiichi instinctively wanted to go and see.

The two military policemen hurriedly stopped him, “What happens here is no longer your concern.”

“But…” Inoue Seiichi hesitated, and just at that moment, another large group ran up from underground.

This second wave was even more disheveled, with some actually having bloodstains on them, and others covered in blood entirely.

The earlier group that had come up was now pointing their guns at them with intense fear and hostility, and yelling:

“Go back down! You go back down!”

“Someone among you has mutated! You are strictly forbidden to come to the surface!”

The later arrivals were not to be outdone and raised their guns in response.

Adding to guards already on the surface, all three groups began yelling at each other, spittle flying everywhere, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

In the excitement, someone fired the first shot, which triggered a chain reaction, gunshots rang out, and a melee ensued.

Inoue Seiichi and his companions watched in astonishment from a short distance, at a loss as to why they had started to kill each other.

But what happened next was even more beyond their expectations!

They saw someone who didn’t bleed a single drop when hit by a bullet but instead had a sinister smile on their face.

Their body split vertically, ribs wriggling and multiplying into fangs, turning the entire torso into a gaping maw.

Each time it opened and closed, red sinews and fascia were visible, connecting it, and with one bite, it bit off half the body of someone nearby!

“So it’s true, they’ve mutated!” one of the soldiers exclaimed, raising a flamethrower and starting to fire.

But immediately after, more people mutated into grotesque and disgusting monsters, leaping at their comrades nearby.

These monsters were incredibly agile, moving not slower than leopards.

In an instant, the air filled with screams, gunshots, and roars, intertwined with the flames, black smoke, and the pungent smell of charred flesh.

“Is this the Tactical Ghost!?”

Inoue Seiichi and his companions felt chilled to the bone and turned to run.

But as they turned, they almost bumped into a woman – it was Kim Seol-hye, who had been taken away the day before.

Her beautiful oval face bore a sinister smile as she approached slowly. Inoue Seiichi and his companions drew their guns and fired, but they only created a few pale holes.

“Lieutenant Inoue, you said you would take. me. to. Izumo. Ah… ah…!”

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The woman’s voice grew more and more distorted, and at the same time, her body began to crack and multiply with an unsettling sound, as bright red muscles burst through the skin, instantly transforming into a revolting monster, even standing on its limbs in reverse.

Inoue Seiichi and his companions emptied their bullets to no avail and turned to flee.

But something tight wrapped around their legs – it was Kim Seol-hye’s intestines, which had shot out and ensnared him, as she then lunged at them.

Inoue Seiichi let out a breath and yelled as he punched with all his might, but his hand might as well have sunk into cotton, engulfed by the other’s flesh, and despite his full strength, he could not break free.

Kim Seol-hye’s body mutated grotesquely, yet her face remained human, sporting a bizarre smile as she clung to Inoue Seiichi, her face nuzzling against his affectionately.

Inoue Seiichi let out an unearthly wail, his body merging with the woman’s, like putty, at the point of contact, indistinguishable from each other.

Quickly, the two were joined together in a highly distorted fashion, like a deformed conjoined twin, especially at the face.

On the left was the woman with a sinister grin, on the right was Inoue Seiichi, who kept on howling painfully.

He seemed to retain his original consciousness, constantly trying to distance himself from her, which caused the movements of the merged monster to be extremely twisted.

It reached the metal doors of the bunker and, along with several other monsters, pushed them wide open.

Countless figures surged out from the underground laboratory!

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Meanwhile, the “Imperial Fist” also launched its full assault.

The “Auxiliary Army” of mere mortals could only operate artillery from the deep rear, with the main attack still led by the armored regular soldiers.

The resistance in Seoul was especially fierce; Izumo People fought with reckless abandon, many Izumo soldiers with cloth bands tied around their heads, screaming madly as they operated “Erykon 20mm autocannons” in a wild barrage.

But all cannonballs that hit the Mecha Warriors sparked copiously and were deflected away by the steeply sloped armor, utterly ineffective.

Under the sweep of the Mecha Warriors’ Fire God Cannons, the enemy was turned into clouds of blood mist.

The “Imperial Fist” was unstoppable, quickly breaching the enemy’s defense lines.

During the process, some unlucky Mechas were hit by heavy artillery, flipped over several times by the blast wave. But after cursing a few times and shaking their heads, they stood up as if nothing had happened.

All being in the Blood-Exchange Realm, the lethal overpressure that would have killed an ordinary person meant nothing to them.

At that moment, the Mecha Warriors in charge of the northern assault sprayed rolling flames from their left arm flamethrowers, turning Izumo soldiers hiding stubbornly within buildings into frantic, torch-like figures.

The iron behemoths were invincible, unstoppable.

Among the Wudang Sect’s accompanying Martial Artists, the youngest, who had just turned 18, said with flushed excitement:

“This thing is really thrilling, I want to join the army too!”

A few senior sisters and brothers took his words as child’s talk and didn’t pay much attention.

Bai Lu reminded, “This is a battlefield, be cautious.”

“With Grandmaster Bai here, who dares misbehave,” the junior brother still focused on the Mechas, filled with envy.

At this time, they followed closely beside Bai Jingting, specifically targeting the strong individuals among the Izumo People.

Bai Jingting was dressed in an adhesive-hued Taoist robe, with a flute hanging from his waist, strolling leisurely and gracefully, undisturbed even amidst the smoky battlefield.

Sometimes, as he walked, he would raise his hand, and everyone would stop; sure enough, it wouldn’t take long for cannonballs to fall ahead of them.

With such a flawless Fetal Breath powerhouse at their side, even on the battlefield, it felt as though they were on an outing.

The Izumo People were doomed to defeat; the only concern now was their desperation.

However, as the battle deepened, the situation took a strange turn.

The Izumo army suddenly disappeared. Given their previous resistance, a tough battle should have been expected.

Moving further forward, the junior brother suddenly saw a figure among the rubble—a little girl in western clothes.

He approached and called out, “The armies are clashing, hurry and leave.”

But the little girl timidly said, “Sir, I’m lost.”

While speaking, she also moved closer.

When she entered within 20 meters, the junior brother’s expression changed: “Stop!”

A Blood-Exchange Warrior’s senses far exceeded those of ordinary people, and without using the Spirit Refinement Realm, he could tell the little girl was too strange—no heartbeat or breathing!

The next second, the little girl let out a “giggle” and turned into a monster lunging at him.

The junior brother was about to strike it with a “Paoyun Palm”

But Bai Jingting already flashed in front, seizing the lunging “Tactical Ghost” with a strong grip.

At the same time, other army groups encountered these strange entities too.

They would masquerade as mortals to get close, then launch surprise attacks!

By some predestined fate, when Semyon, the tank factory designer, was designing the Mechas, he added flamethrowers to the left arm!