Apocalypse: My Apartment Has Traits

Chapter 202 - 171: Night of Survival (4K Combined)

The round blood moon hangs high in the heavens, the thick clouds dyed a sinister black-red by the crimson moonlight.

The entire sky is shrouded in an oppressive and terrifying blood-colored aura.

Wilderness.

Large areas of sand and stones are stained with the blood-colored moonlight, and in the shadows of the dilapidated skyscrapers, objects resembling black mud squirm, seeping out from various corners like a tide, gradually forming into rivers, surging towards the village.

As the black tide advances and surges, countless pairs of crimson eyes snap open within, and beastly bodies take shape.

"Oh woo————"

The pitch-black wolf pack howls at the moon.

The densely packed army of shadow beasts, suffused with the ominous and cursed aura of the blood moon’s light, stands at the city’s doorstep.

...

"Fire! Fire!! Shoot with all your might, kill as many as you can!!!"

Su Can stands at the village entrance, his voice like a bell.

The members of the Hunting Group behind him raise their pistols, unleashing frantic firepower towards the tide of shadow beasts outside the village.

There’s no need to aim, just use the American-style rapid-fire to empty the ammunition, because outside are densely packed shadow beasts, there’s no fear of missing.

The AK rifle Su Lin acquired from Hou Yong finally proves its worth, bullets shooting out as if money were no object.

Even without prolonged aiming and charging due to the aid of Precise Shooting, accuracy remains remarkable, and high-speed shooting can still aim under Divine Speed.

Bullets, accompanied by the muzzle’s sparks, hit the shadow beast’s forehead with deadly precision, like the king of hell marking names for death.

"After the Night of Survival descends, the rules of regular beast tides become ineffective, attack patterns, appearance times, disappearance times all become invalid. Therefore each time the blood moon hangs high, we must annihilate as many shadow beasts in advance to prevent low-grade shelters from being destroyed by this chaotic beast tide," Uncle Su Qi calmly explains standing beside him.

"Su Lin’s" ignorance is well-known.

Moreover, this is Su Lin’s first participation in the Night of Survival.

Be it the past or the present Su Lin.

"Disappearance times also ineffective? Then how long must we defend?" Su Lin’s brow slightly frowns.

"This doesn’t require worry, the Night of Survival is shorter than the regular beast tide. Once the blood moon vanishes from the sky, the beast tide naturally ends. Look at that moon." Su Qi points to the sky.

Su Lin looks up, initially seeing nothing special.

But upon closer inspection, he notices that the blood moon, originally round like a disc, seems less so now.

Su Qi continues:

"By observing the phase changes of the moon, you can know when the Night of Survival ends. Once the blood moon fully vanishes, the crisis naturally resolves."

Su Lin suddenly understands:

"Got it."

Bullets for the initial sweep are exhausted, the sounds of grenades exploding resounding incessantly.

Su Lin switches to his long-unused rare hand crossbow.

With his strength increased, the hand crossbow is rarely used, but at this moment, it’s perfect for sniping the leader shadow beasts in the beast tide.

Using this crossbow arrow, Liu Jun executes a leader point-blank, his beard trembling with excitement, shouting loudly:

"One shot, one kill! This thing’s damned amazing! Lin the Kid, how many other treasures are you hiding?!"

"Not many more, this rare-level hand crossbow blueprint can make at most five," Su Lin replies helplessly.

By now, there’s no need to worry about exposing treasures attracting envy.

Village-level camps may covet its power, but the Su Family and Wuyin Village have become titans unafraid of other villages;

And town-level camps disregard this power.

Therefore, it’s completely safe to use now.

A low, faint buzzing emanates from the sky.

Thirty Giant Beast-Hunting Bees shred the night air under the blood moon’s hue, swooping down like airborne cavalry, bombing the mountain-like leader shadow beasts!

The giant dual needles flashing cold light precisely pierce targets, swiftly hunting down leader beasts in the tide, living up to the name "Beast-Hunting."

"Hiss——"

Those newly joining from Xinlong and Quanzhou Villages witness the scene, gasping in shock, their faces filled with disbelief.

"This is the power of the Tier One Mechanism Blueprint?"

"Leaders seem like paper in front of them, collapsing on a touch!"

"So strong! Absolutely different from the Nights of Survival our village experienced before!"

Their expressions are excited, a strong sense of security arising spontaneously.

Su Qi had already cleared the wilderness these days, hunting down many leader mutant beasts.

Currently, with Giant Beast-Hunting Bees and five rare hand crossbows sniping many leader shadow beasts, the number of leaders has become very scarce.

"That’s about enough." Su Qi breathes a slight sigh of relief.

The shadow of last month’s Night of Survival still lingers, his nerves constantly tense, fully preparing for this moment.

Leaders were eliminated, the wilderness cleared, village defenses in place, guns and bullets ample.

If large-scale casualties still occur, then he can only lament fate.

"I’ll go down and slaughter some!"

To ensure no mistakes, Su Can grabs the giant sword and charges out of the village.

Surging qi and blood condenses on the sword’s edge, sweeping forcefully, unleashing a bloody storm, giant qi and blood sword qi instantly clearing a large area.

"Good!"

"The old man’s mighty!"

The leader’s bravery boosts Wuyin Village’s morale.

Newcomers are equally inspired, blood boiling.

Would those like Xu Zhong or Li Longjun ever sacrifice and charge into a beast tide for villagers during the Night of Survival?

"Don’t let the old man fight alone! Tendon Lock Martial Artists, follow me!" Liu Qin, leading Xinlong Village’s allegiance, calls out, face flushed, raising his arm.

"Kill!!" Led by Liu Qin, four Tendon Lock Martial Artists from Xinlong Village wielding heavy weapons charge after.

"Don’t let yourself be underestimated, you go too!" Wu Hongbing of Quanzhou Village tells his Tendon Lock Martial Artist son Wu Shiheng.