Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest-Chapter 1303 Star Sea (108)

Like all major cities within the Empire, Delray City boasts a vast and complex underground network system.

Although the city has been destroyed by war, the underground network remains mostly intact, with only a few areas suffering localized collapses due to artillery strikes.

Wang Chen walks through it, surrounded by darkness and emptiness.

The diameters of these underground passages are enormous; not only can he move freely as an individual, but even piloting a mecha poses little obstacle.

If this were the pre-war Delray City, the sewage system would have been full of wastewater flowing downstream to the treatment plant, but war destroyed everything, and the conduits have long dried up, leaving only foul-smelling garbage.

This garbage has bred large quantities of insects, as well as sewer-dwelling creatures like rats and cockroaches.

After searching in the darkness for more than half an hour, Wang Chen hears rustling noises from afar, then sees ghostly lights emerging, surrounding him.

Even though the underground pathways are pitch black, they do not hinder Wang Chen’s perception, and his vision far surpasses that of an average person, allowing him to instantly discern the existence in the dark.

They are giant rats with stiff bristly hair, larger than cats, and the ghostly lights are their eyes emitting a bloodthirsty crimson glow, eerie with insatiable greed.

Evidently, the intruding Wang Chen has become their hunting target!

These rats seem to possess some unique communication method, rapidly relaying information to summon more of their kin to join this hunt.

Then, behind Wang Chen, a shadowy figure appeared!

Wang Chen halts his steps and pulls out a massive piece of hardware from his Starry Seas Ring.

The real deal.

The next moment, Wang Chen aimed his weapon at the rat horde ahead and pulled the trigger.

Tat-tat-tat!

The handheld Gatling Six-Barrel Machine Gun spewed fiery serpents, countless bullets pouring down on the targets like a tempest.

With tracer rounds loaded in the ammo chain, Wang Chen easily swept through all visible targets along the conspicuous ballistic path.

The rat swarm a hundred meters away was no match for such advanced warfare, immediately reduced to gory chunks, most blown apart by 7.62mm machine gun bullets!

Wang Chen had landed on Tampas Star for a rescue mission, customizing a large cache of "ancient" weaponry crafted to his specifications.

For the Empire’s mighty military industry, this was a trivial request.

Once an ammo box was emptied, there were no surviving rats visible ahead.

Wang Chen, lifting the Gatling with one hand, fetched a new ammo box from the Starry Seas Realm, pulling out its ammunition belt for reloading.

Then he turned to aim at the rats behind him.

Tat-tat-tat!

In mere seconds, the world fell silent once more.

Wang Chen stowed his weapon and continued forward.

He was not blindly gambling with fate; he advanced while expanding his spiritual energy, conducting a thorough search for the entrance to Base B00785.

Wang Chen’s spiritual energy could extend deep underground, and although it was weakened by the unknown energy radiation on Tampas Star, if he controlled the probing distance and depth, it remained very effective and efficient.

He encountered no more rats, not even cockroaches dared to draw near.

These sewer creatures seemed aware of Wang Chen’s menace and steered clear of him entirely.

After searching the labyrinthine underground network for half a day, Wang Chen finally discovered the concealed well leading to Base B00785.

He descended a long flight of stairs to a deeper level, passed through a leaking passage, and arrived at the base’s entrance.

To Wang Chen’s surprise, the shielded door sealing the entrance had been violently breached, fallen to the ground, twisted and deformed.

The shield’s surface bore deep claw marks, evidence of prolonged assault, torn open by force.

This discovery made Wang Chen’s heart sink.

Unlike Base D01359, Base B00785 had three defensive gates.

Yet all had been destroyed!

Passing through the final doorway, Wang Chen entered the interior of this B-grade underground base.

B00785 was designed to accommodate up to a hundred thousand people, vastly larger than Base D01359, resembling the inside of a starship carrier with various large-scale equipment and installations.

However, not a soul was present, no power or hum of machinery, silent as if in the apocalypse.

Yet many places, including the walls, were smeared with some liquid, emitting a faint purple glow.

Wang Chen let out a long sigh.

He had pinned his greatest hopes on Base B00785—hoping to find Xu Chengzhi.

Unexpectedly, it had become a ghost town, clearly unearthed by the Nether Tribe and subjected to a horrible attack.

But Wang Chen found no corpses.

Not even bones.

This was evidently unusual. He circled the underground base, finding many combat traces, but no information about any survivors.

Despite the fruitless search, Wang Chen did not leave the base immediately.

He planned to stay the night and return to Base D01359 the next morning to plan his next move.

However, the next moment, Wang Chen reached out and grasped his weapon.

In his perception, dangerous presences emerged.

Nether Tribe!

Wang Chen’s arrival had seemed to awaken the creatures lurking in the deepest dark, silently closing in from all directions, surrounding him.

One, two, three...

Wang Chen simultaneously sensed more than fifty Nether Hunters.

He had inadvertently stumbled into the alien homestead!

Though unexpected, Wang Chen felt no fear.

He wielded his Gatling Six-Barrel Machine Gun, leaning against the cold metal wall, calmly stacking ammo boxes in front of him.

Meanwhile, Nether Hunters advanced slowly upon Wang Chen.

To these alien creatures, Wang Chen was like a moth caught in a spider’s web, with no hope of escape.

They reveled in the thrill of the hunt.

But a Nether Hunter soon grew impatient.

Launching a sudden attack from above Wang Chen, eight tentacles descended in unison.

Only to be met by a deluge of bullets!

Tat-tat-tat!

With the Gatling Six-Barrel Machine Gun firing at full capacity, its firing rate reached 2000 rounds per minute, emptying a fully loaded ammo box in just thirty seconds, creating overwhelming firepower.

Moreover, Wang Chen was using specially crafted armor-piercing rounds!

The Nether Hunter, eager to take the lead, immediately faced the wrath of concentrated Gatling fire!

Its body instantly erupted in "blood blossoms," shattered scales and tissue flying in all directions, its multiple tentacles severed at the roots in an instant, creating a ghastly scene.

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