dmims Chapter 92 Moving into the Training Building
Chapter 92 Moving into the Training Building
Jiang Ming straightened up, his cold gaze sweeping across the entire room.
awful.
It's too awful.
The school gate had become a scene of carnage.
Zhong Chengyu's headless corpse remained kneeling, still clutching the rusty iron knife tightly in his hand.
Next to him was his roommate whose head had been crushed.
Further away, the casualties among the student council members were even more shocking.
Of the more than one hundred people, fewer than thirty are still standing.
Severed limbs and torsos littered the ground, and pools of blood reflected the two eerie red moons in the sky.
Wei Yuan's corpse, hanging on the pillar, swayed slightly in the night breeze, as if silently mocking the group's weakness.
Zhao Yanzhi led the remaining seven or eight members of the archery club over.
These students, who usually considered themselves elites, were now all pale-faced, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Jiang Ming, not even daring to look directly at the silver mask covered in bits of flesh.
"Brother Jiang... Brother Jiang."
Zhao Yanzhi swallowed hard, his voice dry. "Will those monsters come back?"
"Damn, how would I know?" Jiang Ming replied irritably.
He walked to Zhong Chengyu's body, paused for two seconds, and then bent down to pick up a money bag that had fallen to the ground.
Those were collected from Zhong Chengyu.
"We can't stay here anymore." Jiang Ming looked in the direction the monsters had left. "Those monsters learned their lesson this time, and next time it won't be just a dozen or so, but a whole bunch."
"A...a whole bunch?!"
Wang Yang shuddered, nearly dropping the axe in his hand.
A dozen or so almost wiped them out, what about a whole bunch of them?
What's the point of playing then!
"Walk."
Without saying a word, Jiang Ming turned and walked towards the gray warhorse that had been scared away but had returned.
"Go back to the dorm, grab your things, and move immediately."
No one dared to object.
In this sea of corpses and blood, Jiang Ming's words were the only imperial edict.
The group quickly retreated to the ground floor of the girls' dormitory.
Jiang Ming asked Wang Yang and Li Bin to go upstairs.
Three minutes later.
The two men carried a modified heavy electric vehicle down from the road.
Two huge hiking backpacks were strapped to the back seat of the car, filled with food, water, and precious materials they had scavenged over the past few days.
Next to the electric scooter was a boy using crutches.
That was the last surviving person in Zhong Chengyu's dormitory; he had been left behind to watch over the house because he was injured.
At that moment, he had just learned that his roommates had all died, and he was trembling all over.
"I'm gone."
Jiang Ming mounted his warhorse and cast his gaze into the dark depths of the campus.
"Brother Jiang!"
Zhao Yanzhi hurriedly took two steps to catch up, followed by the few remaining members of the commune. "Where...where are you going?"
Jiang Ming reined in the reins and glanced back.
"have no idea."
"As long as I don't stay here to die, I'm fine with going anywhere."
After saying that, he squeezed the horse's belly with his legs.
The warhorses neighed and began to walk into the campus under the cover of night.
Wang Yang and Li Bin pushed the electric bike, and the group followed closely behind.
Zhao Yanzhi stood there, thinking of the corpses scattered all over the ground and the beastly eyes that were faintly visible in the darkness in the distance. A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
"Damn it! Keep up!"
"Don't just stand there! Anyone who wants to live, get on board!"
Zhao Yanzhi let out a low growl, picked up a half-orc machete from the ground, and led his men in a frenzied pursuit of Jiang Ming's group.
He knew it very well.
In this damn world.
Without Jiang Ming as their powerful backer, none of them would survive tonight.
……
Dark as ink.
Two crimson moons hung high in the sky, turning the entire campus into a dark, blood-red hue.
Jiang Ming rode his horse, deliberately slowing down.
His [Perception] attribute was fully activated, scanning everything within a fifty-meter radius like a radar.
Behind them was a silent and repressed fleeing group.
Besides Wang Yang and Li Bin, the seven or eight archers led by Zhao Yanzhi, along with a dozen or so surviving girls, followed closely behind.
……
The training building, once filled with the smell of engine oil and the clanging of metal, now appears particularly eerie under the red moonlight.
The gate had long been blocked by the "Iron Hammer Gang" with debris, but this did not stop Jiang Ming, who had 17 points of strength.
He dismounted and grabbed the two-hundred-pound solid wood worktable with one hand, which was the core support point of the roadblock.
"rise."
With a low shout, his muscle fibers taut beneath his armor, and he casually tossed the heavy workbench three meters away like a styrofoam box.
A loud bang.
The once solid roadblock collapsed instantly, creating a gap.
Zhao Yanzhi, who was following behind, felt his eyelids twitch wildly.
Although he had already witnessed Jiang Ming's killing prowess, this display of pure power still made his throat dry.
This is the violent aesthetics that emerges after datafication.
"Bring the horse in and block the door."
Jiang Ming's voice came through the mask, carrying an undeniable coldness.
The group filed in.
The bodies of the "Iron Hammer Gang" members who had been killed by Jiang Ming still remained in the lobby on the first floor. The stench of blood mixed with the smell of engine oil stimulated everyone's nerves.
The surviving girls were pale and huddled together, trying their best not to step on the dark bloodstains.
Jiang Ming ignored them and led his companions straight up to the second floor.
That was the location of the metalworking workshop and the chemical laboratory.
"Old Wang, pour out all the metal materials you collected earlier."
Jiang Ming walked to a CNC machine tool, took off the sword from his back, and slammed it heavily on the ground.
Without saying a word, Wang Yang dumped the contents of his backpack out.
Abandoned steel pipes, orc shoulder guards pried off corpses, broken spearheads, and even a few horseshoes dug from the feet of dead warhorses.
Li Bin also quietly placed the bottles and jars he had collected on the workbench next to him.
Jiang Ming took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the stinging sensation in his mind caused by the exhaustion of his mental energy.
He urgently needs to replenish his firepower.
His previous battles made him realize that relying solely on basic attacks was too inefficient when facing groups of monsters.
He needs area-of-effect damage, crowd control, and tougher teammates.
Jiang Ming picked up a bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid, a bag of potassium nitrate, and several discarded iron cans.
Talent activated—[Synthesis of All Things]!
A ghostly blue light shone in his palm, like some kind of eerie alchemical flame.
Standing not far away, Zhao Yanzhi stared wide-eyed at the scene.
He watched as those originally unrelated materials rapidly melted and recombined in Jiang Ming's hands.
Complex patterns appeared on the originally rough surface of the iron can, the fuse at the mouth of the bottle was automatically generated, and a muffled sound of liquid sloshing inside came from inside.
[Ding! Synthesis successful!]
[Obtained: 3 High-Potency Acid Mine (Excellent)]
[Attribute: Explosion radius increased to 4 meters, with the added effects of "corrosive" and "neurotoxin".]