prynovel Chapter 87 The Mud Truck of Another World
Chapter 87 The Mud Truck of Another World
Meteor Hammer rushed back to the mine, but before the expectation on his face could be fully released, his expression was frozen by a common sense fact.
"How far is Archer Village from here?" He turned to look at Night Cat beside him.
"If you're traveling light, it'll take at least half a day. But if you're traveling in a large force with weapons and equipment..." Night Cat flicked the blood off his dagger, his voice filled with despair.
"All day long."
24 hours.
The tremors emanating from beneath the sewage breakwater mercilessly shattered any illusions of waiting for reinforcements.
In the darkness at the bottom of the abyss, those white eyes, which had been flashing with a scarlet, menacing light, finally emerged from the shadows.
A giant zombie mushroom, the size of a small armored vehicle, is using its thick chassis muscles to climb up the rock face step by step.
Each time it exerts force, it leaves a deep pit in the granite, and large pieces of gravel fall like raindrops.
So terrifying.
The little snail glanced at the severely chipped spear in its hand; blood from its tiger's mouth trickled down the shaft, making it extremely slippery to hold.
Night Owl's chest heaved, a sense of unease settling in his heart. The intense close-quarters anti-air attacks had drained the assassin's stamina.
Ordinary weapons could only leave a white mark on that thick layer of fungal armor at best. If this behemoth were to climb the breakwater, even a casual spit of concentrated spore poison mist would be enough to wipe out everyone present.
What if we run away?
That would be even less likely. If a bunch of zombie mushrooms invaded the abandoned city in the direction the players fled, that would be a real disaster.
The defenses seem poised to collapse within minutes.
Click, click, click.
The sound of leather boots splashing through the puddles came from behind.
Lynn carried a heavy wooden box, walked through the shadow of the sewage pipe, and reached the edge of the breakwater.
He had just heard the plea for help from the meteor hammer and the whole roasted lamb through the system, and now he made a dazzling appearance like a savior!
He glanced at the Zombie Mushroom King below, which was gathering its strength and whose umbrella-like edge was expanding violently, and raised his hand to stop the little snail from throwing its spear.
"Save your energy, physical puncture won't work on it."
Lynn placed the wooden crate on the pile of paving stones and opened the lid. Inside, a row of glass bottles filled with a clear liquid were neatly stacked.
This is the life-purifying potion that the goose brought earlier, left over from treating Jim's illness in the backstreet.
"That lump below is a rotten aggregate that has been corroded by the dark magic of the earth for many years." Lynn picked up a bottle of potion and shook it gently. "For humans, this is a life-saving medicine to expel heavy metal toxins. But for the zombie mushroom covered in death aura and rotting flesh, it is the highest concentration of aqua regia."
Meteor Hammer's eyes lit up. He grabbed a glass bottle and weighed it in his hand: "I get it! Just like a second-tier priest's healing can also damage zombie monsters!"
"That's right."
"You won't be able to throw it accurately." Elliott pointed to the howling air currents above the abyss, pouring cold water on the meteor hammer in front of him. "The updrafts here are too strong, and the glass bottle is too light. Before it even hits its head, it will be blown off course and smash into the rock wall."
Lynn did not refute, but turned his gaze to the puddle in the corner of the breakwater.
In the puddle, the heavy mining cart chassis that had caused Elliott so much suffering lay upside down, its four legs pointing in the air.
"Young foreigner, why don't you contribute your industrial masterpiece?" Lynn pointed to the rusty lump of iron.
A few minutes later, a crazy throwing plan was born.
Meteor Hammer and Elliott used thick hemp rope to tightly bind all the glass bottles filled with life potions to the groove of the heaviest cast iron counterweight at the bottom of the minecart chassis.
Then, the four men worked together to place a scrapped steel pipe under the chassis as a lever. This iron coffin, weighing several hundred kilograms, was pried little by little to the very edge of the breakwater, with most of the vehicle suspended in the air.
Below, the colossal mushroom king had finally climbed the last section of the rock face. It opened its mouth, filled with deformed fangs, and its enormous white eyes stared intently at the tiny humans above, a deadly spore mist already churning deep within its throat.
"put!"
Lynn roared, and the four of them simultaneously removed the steel pipe that was acting as a fulcrum.
Thank Newton, gravity has taken over everything at this moment.
The heavy, solid iron chassis, weighing several hundred kilograms, detached from the breakwater and hurtled down with breathtaking acceleration. Even the most violent updrafts in the sewers couldn't budge its sheer mass.
Before the Mushroom King could even unleash its poisonous mist, the otherworldly dump truck, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, slammed squarely into its massive forehead.
A strange cracking sound echoed through the abyss; judging from the sound, it was quite destructive.
The hard fungal armor was smashed into a crater the size of a washbasin, but the real killing blow wasn't a pure physical impact. At the same moment of impact, the glass bottles strapped to the base shattered.
High-concentration life-purifying potion, flowing down the cracked armor, poured into the Zombie Mushroom King's wounds and eyes like a waterfall.
The extreme vitality of life encountering rotting, dead flesh triggered a violent rejection reaction.
Instead of recovering from its injuries as if it had drunk a blood potion, the Zombie Mushroom King was as if it had been doused with scalding lava, its wounds boiling violently and emitting large plumes of pungent white smoke.
Overactive cells cause it to grow huge, deformed sarcomas on its surface uncontrollably, which are then torn apart and repeatedly pulled apart by the forces of decay.
The intense pain drove the monster leader into madness.
It rolled and struggled wildly on the steep rock face, the thick slime no longer providing enough grip.
Its massive body detached from the rock layer and plummeted toward the bottom of the abyss with a mournful cry.
This body, resembling a heavy bowling ball, along with dozens of massive stalactites it broke off, crashed downwards. The ordinary zombie mushrooms that were preparing to climb up the rock wall had no chance to dodge and were all crushed into disgusting mud.
boom………
After a long few seconds, a muffled geological collapse came from the bottom of the abyss, and large rocks and faults blocked the narrow passage to the top.
On the sewage breakwater, only the heavy breathing of a few people could be heard.
The abyss, which was just moments ago fraught with danger, is now eerily quiet except for the floating dust.
Lynn walked to the edge, glanced down, then took the brass pocket watch out of his coat pocket and pressed the crown.
A crisp metallic clanging sound rang out in the darkness.
"The passage is completely blocked by fallen rocks. In its current state, it will take a long time for that thing to clear the rubble and dig a new path up..." Lynn looked at the hands on the dial and gave an estimated time.
"Tell Archer Village that they will be here to receive guests 24 hours from now."