Demon Lord's Reincarnation

These things we were facing—if it was just the size of a hand, I'd have the patience to catch it in a bowl and release it someplace else, but right now, I was just more inclined to bore through its head using a lead projectile or chop up its body and make it look like a regular human.

But yeah, once Kaley shot a succeeding bullet at the spider that flipped over, it did succumb to its head injuries but the body parts inside their stomachs dropped down and were picked up by the crawling heads, shoulders, knees, and toes to form a bigger collection.

Obviously, everyone else started firing before looking at what other rabbit they'd pull from their magician's hat—and let's just say with the ones that didn't have an actual head, I guess the bullets that bored through their meaty flesh bounced around enough to cause significant damage to their "battery" or smaller core.

I said enough damage because not all of them went down with one shot—because where else would fucking people aim—but the people who brought shotguns and used anything other than a 1-ounce slug was having a field day killing those unnamed fucks with one shot.

This occurrence definitely changed our current formation though the people who were driving our bobcats had a more active role than just tearing down what was left of the flesh walls.

With one call from yours truly, they began driving around, squishing the crawlies with the weight of their bobcats—the ones too far at the moment—while everyone else took care of what they could with what their equipment could easily handle.

And yeah, Oscar would shed actual tears if he saw me using my Shockwave at the moment though it was still hanging by my pack that still had more than a dozen mags of 5.56 rounds.

But yeah, I had to hand over my Shockwave to Quinn because once she started firing the belt-fed Saiga-12 Jennifer lent her, the motherfucker used it like a fucking hose and sprayed everything like she was watering plants.

I admire the destruction she was fucking causing but it was just too much of a waste of bullets!

"UGH! THIS SMALL SHOTGUN'S TOO BORING! IF I'M GONNA PUMP IT EVERY SHOT, I'D RATHER JERK YOU OFF! LET ME GET BACK TO THE SAIGA! I'LL USE IT IN BURSTS, I PROMISE!"

I never heard such bullshit in my life, "You— What the fuck— Who are you?!"

"HAAH?! THE FUCK YOU ON ABOUT?!"

"Since when did you ever ask for permission?!"

"WHA— I ASK FOR PERMISSION ALL THE TIME!"

"NO THE FUCK YOU DO NOT!"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"YES, I DO!"

"THIS IS A FEVER DREAM, I'M SURE OF IT—"

"SHADDAPAKAP!"

"Y-You're weirding me out… S-Shoot the Saiga… D-Don't do that again— I mean, I'm glad you ask for permission now b-but give me a warning, okay?"

"I SAID TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

In any case, we had about enough of the weirdness of this encounter so instead of waiting for them to get to us, everyone else who had a shotgun—including me who had just gotten back my Shockwave from Quinn—began to advance.

Still, I felt a little small because Quinn was using an automatic belt-fed shotgun while Tatiana was using a semi-auto—smoothly quad-loading, while I was using a pump-action shotgun that needed bullets every so often.

I was just happy for the pair of 20-round mags Jennifer gave to me but I couldn't thank her now because she was on the other side of the station with Morales' party.

Furthermore, the old man was also there to provide the other team support because let's face it, calling our current party the All-Stars was for a reason. Not to shit on the other team but any other person would only remember Morales from the other side—and Jose who was supposed to be on the other team was on a whole other region with Mr. Cuervo.

Joking aside, we made sure to pad them up with our lesser-known members though if we were about the same in power levels, they should've reached this place at the same time though there were a lot more factors to consider.

Back to our current swarm of enemies, even though they assumed the look of arachnids, the only way they could climb walls was still through the use of their tongues.

I was worried for a second that their arms and legs—even their human paddings on their fingertips—would allow them to sheer walls like that other superhero but I guess we were still lucky that they needed a radioactive spider for that.

But yeah, more and more spiders—two people back-to-back—came crawling down from the staircase above though they weren't much issue—as long as they ate a bullet in each of their faces. Even if the meta for our current firearms changed, it seemed like the bigger dudes couldn't function with a smaller core as they currently needed two nervous systems to be able to move like that.

Then again, I'm just speaking out of my ass and I could easily be disapproved as we face more of them.

It's just that as of this moment, we haven't faced puppeteered spiders yet so time will tell their inherent functions.

And just a side note, these supposed spiders couldn't even jump for shit because they only copied that look and the rotting limbs keeping them upright couldn't bring them up in the air and only allowed them to crawl on all eights.

'Another thing that might change in the future…'

Still, with all their drawbacks and weird shit they do, I was putting down their minions and observing each one at the same time because seeing them with my own eyes was much, much better than viewing them from a recording.

It was akin to seeing fireworks in person rather than on a screen and that was one of the reasons I don't really record fireworks shows if I was seeing them live—unless I had someone important who wasn't able to see them with me.

But speaking of pyrotechnics, Bogdan began throwing dynamites, pipebombs, the works, but I instantly put a stop to it when one of the spiderlings swatted it with its 10-foot tongue.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"STOP THAT SHIT NOW!"

"ROGER— YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME AFTER THAT!"

Luckily enough, it wasn't able to catch it as it just exploded elsewhere—still giving Bogdan a handful of confirmed kills—but right now, I focused more on having one of the bobcats plow the dead remnants over to our side so that we could throw them out and have our current enemies fewer shells or bodies to take over.

At this point, our whole focus should be the newcomers but we brought a lot of fucking players so there was still a smaller group taking charge of smaller things—but they weren't allowed to tear down walls and see what's behind door number five.

It was a little stupid, I know, but we were taking care of this new leak that sprouted, we shouldn't just mindlessly try and see if there were more leaks in the mix, or else we'd sink down to the bottom of the fucking ocean.

"JAM!" Tatiana shouted as she began to take a step back.

"I GOT YOU!"

"I ALSO HAVE TO TAKE THE SHELL HOLDERS FROM MY PACK! I JUST RAN OUT!"

"JUST DO IT! WE CAN MANAGE!"

Weirdly enough, Tatiana didn't even take half a minute to take care of the jam in her Benelli M4 and swap out the shell holders from her packs—though she did just drop the empty ones on the floor—but still, she was still fast as fuck and went back to blasting heads in no time.

Megan who was about to pinch-hit for her didn't have a lot of screentime or any at all, but she didn't mind as she picked up after Tatiana and made way for the group pulling the confirmed corpses or body parts to the side.

I can't even fucking believe that everyone here was working like a line that worked several years with each other but I'm all fucking for it.

Everyone knew their roles and what they should do in case something went wrong—and egos were left out the entrance as we all had a common goal to achieve.

Then again, everyone's needs aligned when two fucking flesh golems rolled down from the stairs looking like a mix of several franchises of buff dudes that were all about smashing things and flipping them over.

For some reason, they didn't give off the same vibes as the Hulkers we faced before but one of them had amalgamated limbs the size of my torso while the other one—though not as big—didn't have a single blindspot as it literally had nine lives because of the nine heads sitting atop its broad fucking shoulders.

It shouldn't come as a surprise that our snipers began taking shots at them but these motherfuckers covered their heads with their huge forearms and fucking rushed the closest bobcat.