Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 101: Blocking the Tunnel

Lynn's unwavering gaze remained locked on the relentless onslaught of creatures that surged toward him. With a hint of curiosity, his eyes meticulously observed their diverse forms and intricate movements.

Despite their seemingly unstoppable numbers, he noticed that they appeared considerably weaker compared to the formidable adversaries he had encountered thus far.

Although the deformed appearance was terrifying, they seemed to lack the supernatural resilience that he had come to expect from their kind. Their bodies were frail, their moves uncoordinated.

As these thoughts swirled in his mind, a question emerged: Could these monsters be failed experiments?

The notion began to take hold, as it seemed plausible that the deranged merchant responsible for their existence had made numerous attempts to perfect his creations, resulting in many flawed prototypes.

The haphazard look and erratic behavior of these entities only served to reinforce this suspicion. Their twisted forms bore the marks of experimentation gone awry, with grotesque features and mismatched limbs.

However, even with their apparent weaknesses and imperfections, the sheer number of them posed a significant threat. Consequently, a handful of them successfully evaded the relentless barrage of gunfire, closing the gap towards their intended targets.

Positioned strategically at the forefront of the group, Lynn stood ready to intercept anything that dared to approach. With his assault rifle in hand, he seamlessly transitioned from firing precise shots at distant adversaries to tightly gripping Flame Edge, ready to unleash its fiery power.

The weapon seemed to come alive in his hands, its flames pulsating with anticipation. With each swing, the blade danced through the air, leaving behind trails of searing blaze that burned with an intense heat.

Every movement was calculated, every swing aimed at eliminating any enemy that dared to challenge him. The combination of his agility, combat expertise, and the fiery prowess of Flame Edge created a formidable presence on the battlefield.

The chamber pulsed with the ceaseless tumult of conflict, a symphony of disorder that assaulted the senses. The crackling flames that were spreading everywhere cast flickering shadows on the walls, the dancing light intermingling with the suffocating smoke.

Gunshots continued reverberating like thunder, each explosive burst accompanied by pained cries from the monsters. The air hung heavy with tension, saturated with the heady mix of adrenaline and the unmistakable stench of death.

However, despite the officers' best efforts, the horde of monsters appeared to be unrelenting. For every monstrosity they managed to defeat, two more emerged from the depths of the dark and labyrinthine sewer tunnels.

The men also began to exhibit signs of exhaustion. The constant exertion and prolonged battles took their toll on their bodies, causing their movements to slow, even if just slightly.

Beads of sweat glistened upon their furrowed brows, evidence of the physical strain they endured. Each breath they took was labored, their chests rising and falling heavily as they fought to catch their breath amidst the suffocating smoke that filled the air.

Lynn's sharp mind had already realized the precarious situation they found themselves in. If the hidden trap present in the journal had succeeded in its sinister aim of inflicting spiritual pollution, this relentless assault could very well have proven deadly.

However, having narrowly avoided that, their circumstances were less dire. Still problematic, but far from hopeless. The main threat this endless horde presented was gradually wearing down their stamina and depleting their resources like ammunition.