lcionline Chapter 764: The poisonous fog filled the terrified Fuso soldiers
Chapter 764: The poisonous fog filled the terrified Fuso soldiers
As LIN07 rockets bombarded the gap in the fortress like raindrops, poisonous smoke began to spread rapidly inside the fortress like a black nightmare. The explosion of each rocket was like opening Pandora's box, releasing a suffocating breath of death. The poisonous smoke was not only thick enough to almost solidify, but also had an indescribable stench that seemed to corrode the human soul.
The unique intelligent sensing system of the LIN07 rocket showed its ruthless side at this moment. It was like a demon with wisdom, constantly analyzing the environmental conditions of the target area and the distribution of enemy personnel, and then automatically adjusting the release amount and diffusion range of the biological and chemical agent. This precise strike strategy made the spread of the poisonous smoke more rapid and deadly.
The Fuso soldiers realized with horror that what they were facing was not just a simple biological weapon attack, but a carefully planned, all-pervasive death storm. They originally thought that they could survive the disaster by relying on gas filter masks and exhaust systems, but reality cruelly shattered their fantasy.
The poisonous smoke surged like a black tide, quickly filling every corner of the fortress. It penetrated the filter layer of the gas mask and invaded the soldiers' respiratory system, making their throats feel as if they were burned by fire. The soldiers' eyes began to tear up, their vision became blurred, and their bodies began to show various symptoms of poisoning.
The exhaust system was also unable to cope with the situation. Due to the large number and density of rockets, the amount of poisonous smoke released far exceeded the exhaust system's processing capacity. Even if the fans were running at full capacity, they could not completely exhaust the thick poisonous smoke from the fortress. On the contrary, the poisonous smoke spread rapidly along the passage, turning the entire fortress into a huge gas chamber.
The Fuso soldiers struggled in despair, trying to find a way out, but all around them was darkness and silence. Their breathing became increasingly difficult, and their bodies became increasingly weak. In this battle with the god of death, they felt unprecedented fear and helplessness.
The intelligent sensing system of the LIN07 rocket, like an indifferent bystander, continued to adjust the release of the biochemical agent according to the battlefield situation. It had only one goal: to completely destroy the fortress and all the life inside. In this war without gunpowder, intelligence and death were intertwined, weaving a frightening picture together.
As the poisonous smoke continued to spread inside the fortress, the Fuso soldiers, who were known as the Imperial Warriors, fell into unprecedented despair and pain. The poisonous gas was like an invisible hand of death, silently corroding their bodies, especially the fragile respiratory system, which became its primary target.
At first, the soldiers just felt dry throats and difficulty breathing, as if thousands of tiny bugs were crawling in their lungs, causing waves of unbearable itching and stinging. They coughed desperately, trying to expel the strange feeling from their bodies, but every breath seemed to inhale more poisonous gas into their bodies, making the situation worse.
As time went on, the full force of the poison gas began to manifest. It was like a sharp blade, cutting the soldiers' respiratory mucosa, causing them to cough up blood, or even mouthfuls of blood. Breathing became increasingly difficult, and every inhalation was like a life-and-death struggle, while exhalation seemed to be spitting out the entire soul.
What was even more terrifying was that the poison gas also had a certain hallucinogenic effect. Various strange visions began to appear before the soldiers' eyes. Some saw the faces of their loved ones, calling them from afar; others seemed to be in hell, surrounded by blazing fires and hideous evil spirits. These visions made them unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, and their spirits gradually collapsed, falling into deep fear and despair.
In such an environment, the soldiers' physical strength and willpower were quickly exhausted. They began to fall to the ground, their limbs twitching weakly, their eyes wide open, but they could no longer make any sound. Their skin turned pale and transparent, as if it would burst at any time, revealing their internal organs that were corroded by the poison gas.
Finally, when the poison gas completely destroyed their respiratory system, these once brave warriors could only lie helplessly on the ground, letting the flame of life gradually extinguish. Their eyes were full of reluctance and regret, but in the face of this irresistible force, all struggles and resistance seemed so pale and powerless.
The entire fortress was filled with the smell of death, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning and blood. Those once vibrant lives had now turned into cold corpses, lying there quietly, telling of the cruelty and ruthlessness of this war.
Inside the fortress where poison gas was raging and despair was everywhere, Watanabe Haibara, the supreme commander inside the fortress, made a difficult decision in the face of the uncontrollable spread of poison gas.
He knew very well that if he did not take immediate action, the entire fortress and even the wider area would be engulfed by the poisonous gas, causing incalculable losses. Therefore, he gave the order without hesitation: "Immediately close the closed valves leading from the gas-spreading area to other places!"
This order was like a cold judgment, instantly shattering the remaining hope in the hearts of the Fuso soldiers who were desperately fleeing to the gate of life. Many of them had already exhausted all their strength, with tears in their eyes, and ran to the heavy valves with full expectation, thinking that as long as they crossed this threshold, they could escape the clutches of death.
However, the reality was so cruel that they watched helplessly as the valve slowly closed before their eyes, clearly drawing the line between life and death.
"No! No!" Desperate cries echoed in front of the valve, and the soldiers slapped the heavy metal surface like crazy, as if this could turn back time and change their fate. Their eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness, and every movement revealed the fear of death and the desire for life.
However, the valves were still closed mercilessly, completely isolating the soldiers who were stranded in the area where the poisonous gas spread in the territory of the god of death. The poisonous fog behind them kept surging like a maggot attached to the bones, quickly devouring every inch of space, bringing the breath of despair and death to every corner.
"Watanabe Huihara! You bastard! Why did you do this!" Curses and cries intertwined, but it was all useless. Watanabe Huihara stood in the safe area with a stern look. He knew that although his decision was cruel, it was to protect more lives.
The soldiers trapped in the poison gas gradually lost the strength to struggle. Their bodies began to twitch, and their eyes became empty and dull. As the poison gas continued to erode, their life flames gradually extinguished.