Chapter 285: Poisoning As Many As Possible
Bang!
He didn’t know what thing exploded, misty toxin sprayed out, and the War Machine was caught off guard for a moment, his trouser leg and shoes both suffering the consequences.
Corrosive Pitcher Plant Digestive Fluid, Golden Bark Tree Velvet Thorn, and the virus naturally carried on the Mutant Rats all stuck to him.
Health Points dropped 40 points for him.
“Fuck!” The War Machine hurriedly retreated, dodging the Mutant Rats scurrying all over the street, cursing nonstop from his mouth.
“What the hell is going on! Damn it! Don’t let me catch you!”
While cursing, he used a recovery item, but it was useless, so he could only grit his teeth and use the precious Purification Card.
After entering the battlefield for dozens of hours, he had only obtained one Purification Card in total, gotten from killing an Alchemist.
Knowing the opponent could throw debuffs, he had come to set an ambush only after bringing out his trump card, but unexpectedly, he hadn’t even seen the person yet and got hit first, wasting the Purification Card in this situation.
The War Machine had a belly full of anger with nowhere to vent, and the skin contaminated with toxin hurt piercingly, only feeling a bit better after the Purification Card took effect.
But there was only one Purification Skill Card, and Healers with Group Purification Skill in Area 002 could be counted on one hand, each with high combat power and fixed teams, not easy to encounter or seize the Skill Card from.
The War Machine had removed his own negative status, but his subordinates nearby weren’t so lucky.
They were in so much pain their whole bodies tensed up, neck veins bulging, mouths emitting pained grunts.
The War Machine watched the Mutant Rats running all over the ground, eyes nearly popping out in rage; he didn’t dare lift his foot to stomp anymore, only able to kick them against the wall with a face ashen with anger.
He used to enjoy the feeling of stomping one to explode its juices, but now seeing the plump red-eyed Mutant Rats, he had none of his earlier arrogant demeanor.
“How the hell did she do that! Do they have a Beast Tamer in their team?”
Yu Jiang crouched in the shadows, eyes locked on the Hyena and his group’s figures, quietly bypassing their search and arriving upstairs.
The team did have a Beast Tamer, but not in this group.
She had picked up so many small bombs on the way, all used to bomb Mutant Rat nests, then covered with a sack.
As for the explosion and toxin, the skills she unlocked also included Tempering.
While looting on the way, those small cannonballs that others didn’t want, which had countdown explosions and were self-adhesive, were tempered by her.
This thing didn’t have high damage, looking like colorful candy, mocked by players in the channel: couldn’t even blast off the sole of a shoe, trash that even dogs would shake their heads at.
Yu Jiang picked them up, and now they were put to use, randomly sticking to the rats’ bodies, then releasing them from the sack.
Knowing the War Machine would set traps in advance, she definitely couldn’t trigger them herself.
The Mutant Rats whose nest was wiped out scurried everywhere, and even Yu Jiang herself couldn’t tell which ones had the timed cannonballs stuck to them, let alone the War Machine—he’d be damned if he could figure it out.
This kind of small cannonball would also explode if damaged by external force.
Suddenly, Yu Jiang heard footsteps from downstairs—that was the trash she had scattered on the ground when she came in.
In the Doomsday Dead City, trash was everywhere; getting some cans and plastic bags was very easy.
The other team’s people had discovered her; Yu Jiang didn’t poke her head out to look, nor did she rush to flip out the window.
Since they had found this house, they must have people ambushing outside; jumping out now would not end well for her.
Yu Jiang held her breath and concentrated, listening to the opponent’s footsteps gradually approaching, moving two steps into her line-of-sight blind spot, fingers gripping the bayonet.
She had long known she couldn’t hide for long; the opponent had more people and plenty of battlefield resources in hand.
Her three teammates didn’t know which area they were in; if far away, they couldn’t arrive in a short time.
Yu Jiang dared to go solo, so what she was waiting for now wasn’t teammates.
The footsteps grew clearer and clearer, ultimately stopping at the stairwell entrance.
Not coming up immediately was to guard against her squatting nearby; an initial attack would smash right into the face, and just going up the stairs with limited vision made it hard to dodge.
Yu Jiang was indeed squatting at the stairwell entrance; both sides knew each other’s plans and were very cautious.
When paths cross in a narrow road, it depends on who can gain the advantage in the first wave.
The Hyena was bent over, holding a lightweight metal shield in hand—this was a good item, able to block even bomb damage completely.
He heard that The King Called Me to Patrol the Mountain’s weapon was a whip; she probably wouldn’t use an area of effect skill in such a narrow space.
She was a Poison Master; if she focused on attack and agility, she couldn’t also cover defense; once she wasted her skill weapon, it would be her time to die.
The Hyena was an attack-defense dual player; he felt that as long as he could dodge the debuff, his melee advantage was there.
Just as he lifted his foot to step onto the last two stairs, several screams suddenly erupted from below.
Time was up; the other small cannonballs exploded one by one, misty toxin filling the air.
Those people cried out in pain and cursed, trying to find the source of the explosions to solve the problem, but they only saw Mutant Rats screeching amid the explosions, even more frenzied.
The small cannonball’s own damage could only take half a bar of health from the rats; this thing was the king of poison resistance, and that bit of toxin couldn’t kill them.
Clearing the rats now was too late; the toxin had long been blasted into the air, and those who were supposed to be hit already were.
The lucky ones who were farther from the explosion and had less toxin contact were urgently fighting the Mutant Rats under the War Machine’s command.
When Mutant Rats bite people, while launching the attack, the toxin stuck on their bodies would also be transferred over.
They were too busy taking care of themselves to spare much energy paying attention to Yu Jiang’s side.
This was when Yu Jiang pulled out a Molotov Cocktail, throwing it at the predicted angle toward the stairs, then another out the window to clear the path.
The players downstairs who nearly had their heads burned let out another round of pained angry curses.
“Quick, dodge! It’s a Molotov Cocktail!”
“Fuck, this isn’t Wildfire’s skill; no wonder that kid wasn’t talking—turns out he fell into her hands.”
“Damn it, that woman is in the house; don’t let her escape!”
Yu Jiang timed it; at the same moment the player holding the metal shield prepared to rush up, bang bang, she threw two more Molotov Cocktails.
The subordinates whose equipment couldn’t keep up were unlucky first; the bottles landed on walls and ground, oily green firelight instantly spreading.
Vest players without enough defense level only lasted two or three seconds, followed by the smell of scorching and screams.
The leader’s shield in hand was good, but the item was only so big; he could block the jumping firelight in front, but not the ones on the ground—there would always be a flaw.
For the last Molotov Cocktail, when Yu Jiang pulled it out, faint green glowing spots lit up in her palm, sinking into the Molotov Cocktail five seconds later.
The earlier candy cannonballs were tempered yesterday and had cooled down by now.
Many medicinal herbs become toxic when burned and inhaled; she tempered the Molotov Cocktail with added ingredients—irreplaceable rainforest mutant super Mandragora, plus medicinal herbs with fatigue, chest tightness, and shortness of breath effects.
The previous Molotov Cocktails were smoke bombs; knocking off their ten or twenty health points was meaningless; this last bottle was the heavy hitter.
To make the Molotov Cocktail poison more people, Yu Jiang first pulled out her skill weapon Poison Vine Whip, whipping wildly at the few people on the stairs.
“Aaaah! Fuck your grandpa’s *%#@”
“The thorns on her whip are poisonous; my body is numb!”
“I’m poisoned and bleeding!”
