This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!

Chapter 47: Chapter 47 P.W.A.T

Entering the familiar hall again, Morgan led his team to quickly occupy advantageous positions and checked every dead angle. The hall flickered with an unnatural green light, a result of the “Driller’s” effect causing a “Light Bias Phenomenon.”

The 24 P.W.A.T. team members spread out, checking every column and every corner where someone might hide. After completing their search, they gave a thumbs-up to Morgan who was positioned at the entrance.

Morgan circled his fist, signaling the team to slowly retreat, regrouping into two vertical lines. At this time, another team that had entered from the back door arrived at the hall from the other side, positioned by the elevator shaft, and gave a thumbs-up to Morgan when they saw him.

Morgan looked up at the two elevators in the side corridor of the hall and then glanced at the emergency exit on the right side of the wall. He pointed towards the elevator shaft with his left hand, then to the ground, making a grasping gesture.

The back door team immediately dispersed, guarding every corner and passage leading upstairs.

Morgan raised his right hand, pointing towards the emergency exit, and the team followed him forward slowly.

Violet and five agents were not so cautious. She took out a handheld device with a screen, staring at the scan-like interface that showed a large blue light spot at the center.

“The door is on the 6th floor, the anomaly is moving upwards. Catch up to it,” Violet said.

“How about the surviving investigators?” a female agent asked.

“Leave the evacuation to P.W.A.T.,” Violet said, then led her people towards the elevator.

Morgan planned to handle the monsters floor by floor, their work divided into three steps. The first step was a thorough sweep to clear all the floors. The second step was to evacuate the wounded and establish a foothold. The third step was to control the doors and use a collector to create a larger gate.

If successful, everything could be done within 5 minutes. Of course, if they encountered any tricky entities, that would be another story.

In the pitch-black corridor, something seemed to be crawling on the ceiling and walls, climbing up between the gaps in the stairs, and clinging to the railings.

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It was a kind of thick, gel-like monster, mindless as individuals, but capable of gathering together to form a simple intelligence.

“Enemy spotted.”

“DD1S40017.”

“Tango, 12 o’clock.”

“Weapon free.”

The suppressed MP5’s muffled sound echoed in the corridor. A few Flame Bullets tentatively knocked the monster off the wall. As it fell to the ground, a dozen more bullets pierced into its gel-like body.

The metal bullets were wrapped in the thick gel, not deformed at all. But soon, the bullets began to glow red and burst into a Flame Burst. The special power of the Flame Spiritual Bullet caused it to ignite upon hitting the enemy.

The gel creature emitted a “squeak” sound and burned from within, a nauseating odor spreading as if overheated, expired jelly.

“Tango down.”

“More coming.”

More gels converged from all over the corridor, some directly falling from above, crashing to the ground, others flowing down from gaps above the railings and staircases, and gathering towards one spot.

They wanted to amalgamate.

“Engaged.”

The team members began to fire indiscriminately. These thick substances were not difficult to deal with individually and were even considered quite weak. But once they merged, they became troublesome.

There was a large amount of viscous substance in the corridor. After being attacked, all of it crazily flowed towards one point. The unconscious monster’s every action stemmed from survival instincts. When an individual was attacked, the others would seek to amalgamate to withstand the threat.

The team fired rhythmically, ensuring sustained firepower, and mastered the rhythm of reloading impeccably; the bullet storm never ceased. The entire corridor turned red from the Flame Bullets’ shooting and the burning of the gel monsters.

The disgusting smell did not distract the team members, their helmets equipped with air filters, able to fend off various poisonous and irritating odors.

Before they could fully amalgamate, the gel creatures were eliminated by the team, leaving only seven or eight that had successfully gathered together, but even in unison, they no longer posed a significant threat.

The team members reloaded, firing in unison, taking down the last of the gel monsters. The ground was covered in white light spots.

“Holy Relics.”

“Stay put, notify other teams to recover.”

Morgan and his team continued toward the second floor exit. Two team members inserted an inspection mirror under the door crack to observe the situation behind the door. They gave a thumbs-up to Morgan.

Morgan and another team member stood on either side, gently pushed open the door, and dozens of team members quickly poured in, rapidly occupying the corridor.

Morgan was the last to enter, the white light in the corridor was blindingly bright, giving him an eerie feeling from the glass double doors on both sides of the corridor. He sensed something was amiss and turned back to look at the security passage double doors that had not been closed.

Inside the door frame was a wall built of red bricks.

Morgan, rifle in hand, moved into the corridor, hugging the wall, and gestured for his team members to check the four glass double doors. Several team members hid by the doors, inserting a probe into the door gaps, but the screens showed only darkness.

“Illusion,” the team member reported.

Morgan nodded and motioned for a teammate armed with an HK416 to get behind him, as he stealthily pulled open a crack in the glass door.

Attached beneath that team member’s HK416 was a scanner; he slightly extended the barrel into the door, and immediately images transmitted to the retinal projector on his helmet.

A black humanoid creature stood at the end of the illusory corridor, approximately 3 meters tall, with an overall crimson hue, a raven’s head, and claws like six daggers, emaciated yet seemingly full of power.

“AB2C9T70219,” the team member murmured.

Morgan then signaled the team members by the other three doors to conduct surveillance, and the images projected onto their helmets were transmitted to Morgan’s helmet via a local area network.

Behind every door, except the one he had opened, there were also S-level monsters.

A 1-meter-tall dog, whose back split into six tentacle-like flesh vines, each tip bearing a sharp Bone Knife.

A milky humanoid creature, 2 meters tall, wearing a white silk robe, each of its four arms holding a steel knife, its face concealed behind a white ceramic mourning mask.

A centipede coiled up on the ceiling, about the thickness of a grown man’s arm, dripping green liquid from its mouthparts.

“Five,” Morgan signaled.

The team members nodded.

Morgan took two small black boxes from his belt, attaching one to the wall next to the glass double doors and tossing the other to a companion by the door, who also stuck the black box on the wall on his side.

Morgan then took out a white Spiritual Energy disruption grenade from behind his waist, pulled the pin, and rolled it down to the end of the corridor.

Almost simultaneously, the visors on all team members’ helmets turned black, the next second was filled with white flash throughout the corridor, followed by a thunderous boom.

“Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!”

A strange scream came from a corner, the illusion-creating monster in agony, writhing and floating in the air.

“Open fire!”

At the same time, the P.W.A.T units, having switched to Punishment bullets, began firing at the five unprotected monsters, shattering the glass double doors with a loud crash, the glass broken into round, small granular pieces, accompanying the silver metallic shell casings falling to the ground.

The illusion monster in the air was torn to shreds by the barrage of gunfire, dissipating into white dust in the air and falling to the ground.

The Clawed Raven-headed monster ran towards the door, and as it crossed the threshold, a white wire suddenly formed between the two small black boxes. It tripped and was flung out.

Almost at the same time, several HK416s poured Spiritual Punishment bullets into its crimson body, skin and flesh flying everywhere.

Morgan stepped forward, placing his foot on its spine, and pulled the trigger toward its grotesque face. The head of the Clawed Raven-headed monster burst open like a squashed tomato, scattering on the ground.

The centipede monster climbed along the ceiling and walls; it too was quickly covered in a hail of bullets, its body segmented into five or six pieces scattered on the floor, green fluid spilling everywhere.

The mask creature wielding four steel knives charged out of the door but was met with a number 12 Flame attribute deer bullet, its mask shattered, revealing a face without features.

Before it could bring down its knives on the enemy, a barrage of fire from three Spiritual Calves shotguns turned it into a sieve, three of its arms severed, the steel knives falling to the ground and emitting a white flash before vanishing into thin air, its body still burning until it died.

Lastly, the dog curled up in a corner of the room, whimpering pitifully, its flesh-vines wrapped motionlessly around it; a number 12 Punishment attribute deer bullet entered through the side of its face, the bullet exploded, sending white beams scattering forward, blowing the dog’s entire head into a bloody mess, smeared across the wall.

“All clean.”

All five monsters were confirmed killed, and all 24 team members were unharmed. Morgan made a gesture, and the team regrouped in the corridor, piling the Monster Corpses in the middle of the corridor.

They would clear out each floor this way, until all the floors were clean.

Morgan looked back at the Monsters’ Corpses on the ground, blue lights flickering over them; he knew those were even rarer Holy Relics, but as non-Spiritual Ability Users, the team members, including himself, were unable to extract the Holy Relics from the lights.

He pushed open the security passage double doors, leading his team into the dark stairway, leaving the Holy Relics behind.

As for the Holy Relics, the CPA women could worry about that.