My Computer Leads to an Instance Dungeon-Chapter 63: The Power of the Molotov Cocktail

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: The Power of the Molotov Cocktail

Fang Zhen grabbed his longspear and Dragon Gall Crossbow, then ran back down the tunnel.

The sudden magic attack made his heart pound like a drum.

He wasn’t retreating; he was preparing for the next phase of his assault.

A high-intensity flashlight hung from Fang Zhen’s waist as he sprinted through the tunnel. He moved as fast as his legs could carry him, stretching his stride to cover as much ground as possible. He could feel the hard, uneven ground jarring his feet with every step.

Fang Zhen ignored the discomfort and pushed forward at top speed.

As he ran, he didn’t forget to blow the dog whistle in his mouth, keeping the attention of the pursuing Kobolds.

After rounding three bends, he reached the tunnel leading into the main mine cavern. This section was straight and about ten meters long.

Fang Zhen took two steps into the straightaway, then suddenly whirled around and did something unexpected.

He crouched down, setting the Dragon Gall Crossbow on the ground. He then unclipped the high-intensity flashlight from the left side of his belt, aimed its beam back down the tunnel toward his pursuers, and placed it on the floor.

Once that was done, Fang Zhen switched on the second high-intensity flashlight on his right hip.

He had brought two of them.

Fang Zhen snatched up the crossbow, turned, and sprinted toward the main cavern.

He bounded forward, taking two steps at a time, and emerged from the tunnel in just six or seven strides. He immediately tossed the crossbow and longspear aside at the tunnel’s entrance. On the other side, his Attendant, Quade, was waiting.

Fang Zhen spat out the dog whistle, then ripped the thermal imaging helmet from his head and threw it to the ground. He yelled:

"Molotov Cocktail!"

The ever-dependable Quade had been on standby. The moment he saw Fang Zhen emerge, he immediately picked up two Molotov Cocktails from the ground and handed one to him. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Fang Zhen practically snatched the bottle from Quade’s hand. He then fumbled in his pockets and pulled out a Windproof Lighter. Holding the Molotov Cocktail in his right hand and the lighter in his left, he quickly struck a flame.

The tape sealing the Molotov Cocktail had already been removed. Its cloth wick had been soaking in fuel for hours and was completely saturated. The powerful jet from the Windproof Lighter ignited it instantly, and the fuse flared to life.

Fang Zhen turned, forcing down the fear that the bottle might explode in his hand, and stared intently into the tunnel.

A mere second later, a swarm of Kobolds poured around the bend in the tunnel, howling madly as they charged with reckless abandon.

But as they burst into the straight section of the tunnel, they didn’t continue after Fang Zhen. Instead, they seemed to go mad, pouncing on the high-intensity flashlight he had left on the ground.

The Kobolds at the front practically dove for the flashlight, fighting and even biting each other to get to it.

Fang Zhen’s pounding heart settled slightly.

’Bringing two flashlights was all about making a ’nest’.’

’Anglers use corn to bait their fishing spots; I’ll use a flashlight to make a ’Kobold nest’.’

’The Kobolds are terrified of the dark. After so long without a light source, seeing the bright flashlight is like a moth to a flame. They’ve already forgotten about me, scrambling desperately for the light.’

Within moments, seven or eight Kobolds had flooded the ten-meter tunnel, with more pouring in behind them. Just like baiting a fishing hole, they were all clustered in one spot.

All of this had happened in little more than a second.

Fang Zhen took a deep breath, and with a powerful heave of his right arm, threw the Molotov Cocktail!

Fang Zhen didn’t aim for the pile of Kobolds fighting over the flashlight, but for the stone wall beside them.

’A Kobold’s body is softer than rock; the Molotov Cocktail might not shatter if it hits one of them. The stone wall is a much more reliable target.’

Fang Zhen threw with great force. The bottle spun through the air, covering six or seven meters before smashing against the upper part of the left-hand wall.

The square bottle shattered against the rock. In an instant, the burning wick ignited the gasoline inside.

BOOM!

An explosion echoed as the bottle shattered. The burning gasoline rained down like fire, engulfing the seven or eight Kobolds fighting over the flashlight, as well as those charging in right behind them.

The fiery rain engulfed the tunnel, turning it into an inferno. The flames contained sugar, which made the fire cling to the Kobolds like a gangrenous sore, impossible to shake off, burning ever more fiercely.

The air in the tunnel filled with the acrid stench of burning fur. The Kobolds, engulfed in flames, let out blood-curdling shrieks as they quickly became living torches.

"Another one!" Fang Zhen yelled to Quade, deciding to go all in.

Quade had never witnessed such a horrifying scene; his face was deathly pale.

But ultimately, Quade had the fundamental training of a Knight’s Squire. Though terrified, he loyally executed the order and handed another bottle to Fang Zhen.

Fang Zhen took the Molotov Cocktail. Without wasting time lighting the wick, he aimed for the rock wall inside the inferno and hurled the bottle.

The bottle flew through the air, smashed against the wall, and its contents—more gasoline mixed with sugar—sprayed out, instantly ignited by the flames already consuming the Kobolds.

BOOM!

A deflagration erupted in the tunnel. The fire surged, turning that entire section into a blazing Hell.

Fang Zhen was witnessing the literal meaning of adding fuel to the fire.

The already-burning Kobolds were now engulfed in even more violent, roaring flames. A ventilation shaft in the tunnel created a strong draft, feeding the fire with ample oxygen and making it burn even more intensely.

Fang Zhen grabbed his longspear, which was leaning against the rock wall by the tunnel entrance. He held it at its midpoint, ready to thrust back any Kobold that managed to charge through the flames.

The advantage of a polearm was on full display.

But Fang Zhen never got the chance to use it.

The Molotov Cocktail was simply too powerful. A fire that intense could incinerate a Kobold in about five seconds.

Fang Zhen’s aim had been perfect. The flames covered nearly ninety-five percent of the Kobolds’ bodies, and the sheer ferocity of the blaze gave them no chance to make a desperate, burning charge.

Fang Zhen could smell the acrid stench of not just burning fur, but also roasting skin and muscle.

He was secretly aghast.

’It’s completely different from the movies, where characters on fire can still fight for a while. A blaze this intense snuffs out a Kobold’s life in seven or eight seconds.’

’No wonder there were so many accidents with stuntmen in old Hong Kong fire scenes.’

’This thing... it’s a real-life superweapon.’

A chill ran down Fang Zhen’s spine.

Another five or six seconds passed, and the struggles of the Kobolds in the tunnel almost completely ceased.

The corpses of the incinerated Kobolds blocked the path forward. Any Kobolds further back were set alight by their comrades who, wreathed in flames, had tried to flee. Their miserable howls echoed from deeper within the mine.

Fang Zhen’s heart gradually began to settle.

’My worst-case scenario was a Kobold managing to charge me while on fire, but that didn’t happen.’

’The Molotov Cocktail is too powerful,’ Fang Zhen thought. ’Next time, I’ll either need to keep my distance or bring some kind of barricade or obstacle.’

The fire raged on.

Fang Zhen waited for about forty seconds as the flames in the tunnel gradually began to die down.

Still, Fang Zhen remained vigilant.

’I wonder if the Dogman Priest burned to death in there?’