翘臀后进呻吟喷水的少妇

It was still early to prepare for the night. There was a reason Mountain Back and its passengers stopped here outside the outskirts of Probolinggo City of East Java.

"Be careful of the vines!"

General Wijaya\'s shout loudly echoed outside the sizable cluster of ruined houses broken down by trees and plants.

At this moment, the soldiers were slowly clearing out the ruins. It might look like a waste of bullets since the group had [Mutators] on which they could rely. However, the soldiers could not just rely on them every single time. They also should not let their skills get rusty.

While the soldiers could not be of any help during the fight against the Night Goddess, they could at least be of use whenever they could.

Fortunately, circumstances similar to those of the Night Goddess should be rare, if not nearly impossible. Of course, if they exclude the fog and the gigantic centipede-like creatures lurking within.

"[Predator Type] incoming at 3:00!"

A soldier, who also served as the scout, stood at the highest point of a ruined building. As he saw an incoming [Mutated Infected], he immediately informed the General and the other soldiers through their hand-held radios.

One noticeable thing was the term the scout used to describe the incoming [Mutated Infected]. [Predator Type]. It was one of the "typings" Mark assigned to the [Infected], specifically to some [Mutated Infected] with specific traits.

Like the soldiers back in the Philippines, the Indonesian soldiers also began to adapt Mark\'s methods of identifying the [Infected], allowing the soldiers to recognize the possible enemy traits and respond faster to the threat.

The soldiers in the Philippines accepted it because Mark\'s methods made it easier even for the least knowledgeable to understand. After all, not everyone was a zombie media enthusiast like Mark. It was akin to then taking on an expert stance on the matter.

Besides, Mark also handed his documentation of the [Infected] they encountered and ways to fight them to General Perez, allowing Mark\'s methods to flow freely among the soldiers.

On the other hand, the Indonesian soldiers should have had a similar approach. However, the method did not sink in properly among the soldiers and the survivors of the Muria Sacred Fortress due to the factional and political disputes among the higher-ups, causing each faction to use their own developed methods instead of a universal one.

But now that such unnecessary things were out of the way, General Wijaya and his soldiers decided to adapt Mark\'s method after accidentally seeing him writing his documentation using his laptop.

And since Mark\'s methods were easy to understand, it was not just the Indonesian soldiers but also the survivors that adapted to it quickly.

"Edge, don\'t transform, alright? Just stay with your sword and shield."

While the soldiers dealt with the [Infected] on one side of the ruins, Luna and her friends fought on the other.

Since they were trying to enter the ruins of a rather sizable city, it was not surprising to find a large number of [Infected] lurking nearby.

The distance they traveled up to this point was quite slow-paced. It was not because Mountain Back was slow. Although the giant turtle could not run due to its weight and the passengers on its back, its walking speed was still way faster than humans on foot.

Even so, they had already reached a distance far enough to be left unaffected by the events that happened in the past few days. As they moved further away from Mount Muria, they encountered more and more ruins pretty much untouched by people.

And, of course, untouched ruins meant more [Infected] lurking within.

Unfortunately, there was no other choice but to stop by the ruins. It was the reason why the pace of their travel became slow. Still, they had to scour the ruins for supplies, materials, and, if possible, weapons.

Many large cities had military encampments established during the initial wave of the outbreak. Not all the encampments managed to reunite with the main force and establish the Muria Sacred Fortress. Among the unfortunate places, the military encampment in Probolinggo City was one of the most prominent ones they had lost contact with.

If they were lucky, they might find military caches in the ruins of the encampment. After all, military-grade containers would not be easy to damage.

Of course, they still had to go through the influx of incoming [Infected] first.

"Luna, Bajing. Wait a bit."

Amidst the fight, Nelia stopped Bajing and Luna from charging further. She then aimed her enchanted sniper rifle and fired.

The magically created bullet whizzed through the horde before an explosion of acidic substance occurred behind the horde.

"Probably a [Spitter Type]. It would be bad if it attacked preemptively."

Nelia explained.

After hearing the suspected [Infected Type], the rest of the group nodded in understanding. There was no need for an in-depth explanation. Only hearing the type of the [Infected] made it easy for everyone to understand.

"It\'s really easy to react with this enemy typing thing. Why didn\'t we think of this before? It\'s also like a game, so it\'s fun."

Livia, no, this time she was Ellie, spoke while wielding the hammer taller than her height.

"Haah," Limabela sighed at Ellie\'s comment. "We are just too busy trying to survive to think of these things. Well, I agree that things would have been easier if we did. It\'s just now that we managed to get rid of some shackles that we gained the leeway to do so."

"There\'s no point crying over spilled milk," Kela, who joined this team in this operation with the other two leaders of the 3rd wave, spoke. "If anything, I wish we could also get weapons the same as you all."

"Ask Mark about that."

Bajing chimed in before charging forward and killing the [Infected] with her magic dagger, not waiting for Kela\'s reply.

"As if we could do that."

Estia replied instead of Kela, wielding her usual sword as she beheaded an [Infected] running at her.

That was right. The leaders of the Moon Chasers had a special relationship with Mark and his group. On the other hand, General Wijaya was just lucky to catch Mark\'s eyes. As for the others, they did have a close enough relationship with Mark and his group to ask for such a request.

Furthermore, Mark was also busy these past few days.

***

Using the opposite end of the pen in his hand, Mark scratched his itchy ear. Even with the feeling that some people were talking about him, his eyes did not veer off from the pieces of paper lined on the table in front of him.

Mark was currently in a tent on the mountain on Mountain Back\'s shell. With a serious expression, he was in full concentration on his work.

What work? It was designing a few new sets of weapons and armor.

In the previous two large battles Mark had been through, both in Japan and here in Indonesia, the old prototype armor he made using [Blood Metal] and the new set he made before going to Japan were all destroyed. Even the sword he made with the Elder Blacksmith got broken.

It was the same for Mei\'s weapon, which was an artifact they acquired from the enemy [Cultivator] that attacked the Mountain Base together with the forces of the Chinese Branch of Auraboros.

Mark urgently needed a new set of armor for himself and a proper weapon for Mei. He still had Ignis and the original weapons he had created in the past, so Mark was not too hurried to make a new weapon for himself.

Mei\'s armor also got damaged. However, Mei had Oracle with her to act as her armor when needed, so her armor was also not too urgent.

Then, what was Mark\'s current problem? He had already made these things before. Then, it should be easy to just copy the concept even with a new design, right?

However, Mark had a different thought as he began making his new designs. There was a huge difference between him in the past and now.

It was knowledge.

Mark, who gained parts of the Deity of Soul Sacrifice\'s memories wanted to incorporate the latter\'s knowledge into his new equipment.

The Deity of Soul Sacrifice\'s main forte might have been dealing with souls. However, where did the experimental apparatus he used come from? Who created the chamber where the body of the Night Goddess was born?

Everyone was crafted with the hands of the Deity of Soul Sacrifice. He was a genius who accumulated thousands of years of knowledge before getting to the point of creating a God with his own hands.

And with all the eerie knowledge in hand, Mark wanted to create a suitable weapon and equipment. Not only for himself but also for his people.

But as Mark was tapping his pen on the table, while in deep thought, he found that he was stuck on a particular point of the design and knowledge in his head.

"It\'s about materials, huh..."

Mark scratched his temple with his pen as he murmured.

Originally, Mark thought of using the same technology as his [Abyss-Tech] equipment in the new designs while adding the knowledge of the Deity of Soul Sacrifice into the mix.

However, the [Abyss-Tech] equipment mainly used materials from the [Mechids], which he now suspected to be incompatible with the technology the Deity of Soul Sacrifice had in his memories. If he had to try and make the two compatible, he needed materials to experiment on. However, where would he get the materials he needed? Should he back down instead?

It was at this time that the door to the tent swung open.

"Gege?"

It was Mei, who looked beautiful as always.

"Is something wrong?"

Mark asked Mei as he put down his pen and turned to her.

"It seems like you\'re too focused on that," Mei smiled. "We have visitors."

Mark\'s eyes opened a bit wider. He was genuinely surprised. It seemed that his mind was entirely engrossed with his work to the point that he failed to notice the visitors with his [Empath Detection].

"Huh?"

But as he finally noticed the mental fluctuations of the visitors, Mark was a bit more surprised.

"What is she doing here?"

Mark voiced out.

"It might be the work you gave her?"

Mei asked.

"But there\'s no reason to follow us here, right?"

Mark said as he began tidying up the designs on the table.

Mei did not reply as she had no idea either.

Soon, Mark and Mei went to the central living area of the mountain. It was where the largest cluster of makeshift tents and structures were located on the back of Mountain Back\'s shell.

And there, General Wijaya, Dr. Willis, Luna, Limabela, and Limabela\'s father could be seen in a heated discussion with Devon.

It seemed that the others returned from the ruins when they heard Devon\'s arrival.

Devon, the agent of the CNC, had finally returned after he vanished during the fight with the Night Goddess. It was no surprise that he was being grilled by General Wijaya and Dr. Willis, though. Devon might have a large organization behind him, but he pretty much lost most of the ground he could step on when he suddenly bailed out of a very important situation.

Not far behind Devon, a woman patiently waited. Just like the previous times, the woman had a different appearance. She sure was an expert with disguises. No one could relate her to her past personas. This time, instead of a serious military secretary and a crazy beggar, she looked like an apocalypse survivor in her mid-twenties that one could see everywhere.

When she saw Mark and Mei arrive, she immediately left Devon to his devices and approached the two. With her presence so thin, Devon and the others failed to realize she left them.

With a slight bow, the woman greeted Mark.

"It\'s been a while."

Val\'Flora smiled. Even the way she spoke was different from before.

"You look really different every time we meet you, huh?"

Mark remarked on her disguise. If Mark could not detect her mental fluctuations, he might have mistaken her for another person.

"It is my specialty," Val\'Flora smiled brighter. "Going straight to the point, I have more information about the incident six, no, seven years ago that you asked me to investigate."

Without hesitation, Val\'Flora went straight to the point.