Chapter 621 - 599: Terrifying Abyssal Creatures

When he saw the mission details, even Lin Xinghai couldn’t help but narrow his eyes slightly.

Among the Mutated Zombies, the high-attack, high-defense Death Claw had always been the biggest headache.

Aside from lacking any special abilities, this type of Mutated Zombie had virtually no weaknesses, making it a creature few dared to provoke.

Under normal circumstances, when facing a Tier Two Death Claw, sending a Body Shaping Realm Martial Artist of the same tier was an almost guaranteed loss.

A single Death Claw was already a huge headache. If there was anything worse, it was undoubtedly pairing that Death Claw with a Spitter capable of sending it into a berserk rage.

A berserk Death Claw could forget about a one-on-one fight with a Body Shaping Realm expert of the same tier; it could easily overwhelm two or even three of them.

Of course, if a Body Shaping Realm expert could pilot a Rare Level Mecha into battle, that would be another story entirely.

But even the average instructor didn’t have a Rare Level Mecha, so how could these students possibly possess one?

So, when this Second Level Task was posted, even with a reward as high as 50,000 Points, almost no one dared to even consider it.

Although they were all considered prodigies, that didn’t mean they were arrogant. The prerequisite for accepting any mission was that it had to be within their capabilities.

And "within their capabilities" didn’t simply mean their team could win; they also had to keep casualties to a minimum.

Otherwise, if they completed the mission only to have half their members end up needing medical treatment, how could they possibly take on any more?

Thus, the other students gave the mission a brief glance before wisely looking away.

Lin Xinghai, however, showed little hesitation. He immediately led Little Fatty toward the mission assignment window.

’This is exactly the kind of high-Point mission I was looking for.’

’Plus, with a mission like this, I don’t have to worry about anyone competing with me for it. It’s absolutely perfect.’

"Hello, I’d like to take Mission B-127," Lin Xinghai said, handing over his squad’s certification.

He had obtained this certification after arriving at the Military Department and reapplying to form a squad.

After Lin Xinghai had ordered the members of the Xinghai Squad to assemble, Little Fatty had wisely used his wrist-mounted computer to submit an application to the Military Department to form a squad, also named the Xinghai Squad.

Once all the other members had confirmed, the squad was officially formed.

And that was how Lin Xinghai came to have the squad’s certification in his hands.

When the staff member heard the mission number Lin Xinghai called out, he looked visibly surprised.

He knew very well that a mission of this difficulty would likely expire before any squad dared to accept it.

He hadn’t expected someone to take it almost immediately after it was posted.

The staff member didn’t ask any questions. ’Someone taking the mission is a good thing,’ he thought. He quickly took the squad’s certification that Lin Xinghai handed over.

After confirming they were qualified to accept a Second Level Task, he approved it without another word.

"This is an emergency mission. You’re required to reach the distress point within ten minutes. Of course, the sooner you can get there, the better. The soldiers at that location could be overwhelmed at any moment," the staff member said, speaking up for once as he handed the certification back to Lin Xinghai.

After all, for other missions, even without squad support, the military could find a way to dispatch a team from elsewhere.

But with an emergency rescue mission like this, the timeline was too tight for the military to scramble personnel.

The difficulty of such a rescue mission was self-evident. Ordinary soldiers, using fortified positions, might be able to hold off Mutated Zombies for a while, but an operation like this could only be handled by elite troops.

But elite troops were only mobilized for the most critical situations; they couldn’t be scrambled for a single outpost. As a result, the entire outpost would usually just be abandoned.

Within the outpost’s well-established defensive systems, ordinary soldiers could still hold their own against the Mutated Zombies and Abyssal Creatures for a time.

But if they tried to retreat, given the Mutated Zombies’ pursuit capabilities, their chances of safely reaching the next checkpoint were less than 10%.

It was no exaggeration to say that whichever squad accepted this mission would, in effect, be saving every single person in Outpost 231.

Lin Xinghai nodded seriously after hearing the staff member’s words. "Don’t worry. I will."

As he spoke, he began reviewing the mission’s detailed information.

The mission board, due to limited space, only displayed a brief overview. The full intelligence report was only available after accepting the task.

After checking the specific rescue location, Lin Xinghai immediately led Little Fatty and the others toward the airfield.

At the same time, he issued an order on his wrist-mounted computer for all members of the Xinghai Squad to assemble at that location.

"Boss, this mission’s a tough one! Do you have a plan?" Little Fatty asked from his side.

As soon as Lin Xinghai accepted a mission, its details were distributed to all members of the Xinghai Squad.

Little Fatty, of course, had also seen the details: Outpost 231, their rescue target, was under attack by a staggering 5,000 Abyssal Creatures.

That was by no means a small number. After all, even 5,000 Zombies would be considered a small-scale horde, to say nothing of these, which were Abyssal Creatures—a tier above Zombies in combat strength.