Invincible through Touching Corpses

The carcass of any Mutated Zombie was quite valuable, and a Death Claw was even more so—a creature worth over 100,000 Points.

Of course, under the current circumstances, the Death Claw’s body was so massive that it was impossible to take the whole thing. However, they could take the important parts, like its Elemental Crystal and Sharp Claws.

These were arguably the most valuable parts of the Death Claw. Just these two items together were worth 50,000 Points.

However, aside from the Death Claw’s Elemental Crystal, Lin Xinghai had no intention of selling the Sharp Claws. They were a rare and precious material.

Why was his Mjolnir sharper than other weapons?

The fundamental reason was that it had been forged with materials from a Death Claw—specifically, its Sharp Claws.

With these materials, he could collaborate with the people at the Mecha Research Institute. By spending some Points, he could have them upgrade the power of the mecha weapons for Fang Tianhe and the others.

That was far more worthwhile than selling these Sharp Claws for thirty or forty thousand Points.

As for the Elemental Crystals from the other Mutated Zombies, from what he understood, they seemed to have some special uses beyond just making Genetic Medicine Liquid.

’But he wasn’t interested in finding out what those uses were. He would just sell them; they were useless in his hands anyway.’

’Absorbing them with the system might grant him a large amount of Blood Qi Power, but he wasn’t lacking that right now. Besides, the other two Mercenary Corps also needed their share of the spoils. This would be perfect for them.’

After collecting the items, Lin Xinghai immediately rushed back.

As for the other two Mutated Zombies, someone had already taken care of the Hunter. The Spitter was too far away, and he couldn’t be bothered to make another trip. He wasn’t too concerned about a few tens of thousands of Points.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The convoy blasted a path forward with their Hand Cannons, sending any Zombies in their way flying. With the help of the mechas, even the High Level Zombies that could pose a threat didn’t dare to approach, allowing their forward Speed to increase severalfold.

After another 10 minutes, they finally broke out of the zombie horde’s range and sped on, cutting straight through the entire city center.

After leaving the city center, the density of Zombies dropped noticeably. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief; the crisis was finally over.

"Clear out the surrounding Zombies! We’ll rest for 15 minutes. Treat the wounded, check your gear and instruments, and report your losses," the Three Major Mercenary Corps ordered in unison after a brief discussion.

Over with the Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps, Lin Xinghai naturally didn’t need to worry about such minor details. However, looking at the data displayed on his mecha’s self-diagnostic system gave him a headache.

The power system had been running on overload for a long time, so problems were inevitable.

During his fight with the Death Claw, he had been constantly using his Superpower. The special Energy from his Superpower was what allowed him to keep the power system running on overload.

Now that the battle was over and he had withdrawn his Superpower, without that special Energy support, every part of the power system that was supposed to be damaged was now failing.

Lin Xinghai’s mouth twitched as he looked at the scan, which showed red dots flaring up across almost 40% of his mecha’s surface.

His mecha’s Speed could now only reach, at most, two-thirds of its original capability—just over 600 points.

’If I don’t get this fixed, my top Speed won’t even reach 3,000 points when I use my Superpower. This is a huge problem.’

"Old Fang, what are our losses?" Lin Xinghai asked over the internal comms channel, rubbing his forehead.

"A total of five people were injured, but none of them seriously. After some first aid, they can still fight. However, our ammunition consumption was a bit high. We went through a third of our entire stock in that battle. If we face another protracted fight, I’m worried we’ll have problems," Fang Tianhe replied, his tone grave and a little wistful.

Fortunately, the military had supplied them with an excess amount of ammunition this time. Otherwise, by normal standards, they would have already emptied their entire reserve.

This was especially true for the Hand Cannon Bullets. They had just used them to literally blast a path through the zombie horde to escape.

"It’s enough," Lin Xinghai said. "If we really run into the Morgan Conglomerate, the fight will be brutal, but it probably won’t be a long one."

After all, if the enemy had superior numbers, they would absolutely not fight head-on; they would just run. If the enemy numbers were small, it would be a single, overwhelming assault, so of course it wouldn’t be a prolonged battle.

Fang Tianhe didn’t respond, clearly agreeing with the assessment.

"Any damage to your mechas?" Lin Xinghai asked.

"Roger and Shen Han were just attacking from a distance, so they’re fine. But my weapon is about to snap in half. It’s just crudely welded together for now. If we have to fight again soon, I don’t know how long it will hold," Fang Tianhe said with a wry smile.

He had now truly witnessed the terror of the Death Claw. And that was while he was using his Heaven-Splitting Superpower; otherwise, his weapon would have broken long ago.

"Uh..." Lin Xinghai wasn’t sure how to comfort him, so he cut straight to the point. "In that case, if your mechas don’t need much maintenance, send the repair team over to me!"

"What?!" Fang Tianhe exclaimed in alarm. "Is there a problem with your mecha?"

In the battle against the Death Claw, Lin Xinghai had relied on his absolute Speed, and the creature hadn’t even been able to touch him.

Because of that, no one thought Lin Xinghai’s mecha could have any issues.

But hearing him say this, Fang Tianhe started to panic. It wasn’t just him; everyone on the internal comms channel was shocked.

"Brother Hai, what’s wrong with your mecha?"

"Ah Xing, is the problem serious?"

The others chimed in with questions. They all knew that anyone’s mecha could have a problem, but not Lin Xinghai’s.

Otherwise, their Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps would lose its "pillar." A Second Level Mercenary Corps was nothing in a conflict like this.

"The mecha’s power system developed some issues from running on overload. Have the repair team come over and take a look first. If it can’t be fixed, it’s not a big deal. I can still fight by piloting one of your mechas," Lin Xinghai said, his tone calm and clear.

Hearing this, the others quickly calmed down.

It was true. Lin Xinghai could pilot their mechas. While it might feel awkward for him, as long as he could unleash eighty to ninety percent of his combat power, it would be enough.

The repair team arrived quickly. After a brief inspection, they delivered news that was neither good nor bad: the main core components of the power system were not damaged. It could be restored to normal just by replacing some auxiliary parts.

However, the number of auxiliary parts that needed replacing was a bit high, and they didn’t have enough in stock. Furthermore, they weren’t professional mechanics and were short on manpower. To actually carry out the repairs would take the better part of a day.

"As long as it can be repaired," Fang Tianhe said, breathing a quiet sigh of relief.

As for the lack of auxiliary parts and manpower, that problem wasn’t unsolvable. After all, the other two major Mercenary Corps were there. As Third Level Mercenary Corps, their logistics and support capabilities would only be better.