Alanna's Skill

At this moment, Waldo was already holding a critical strike katana, engaging in close combat with the zombies.

The magazine of the UMP9 submachine gun was not running low, but it was completely insufficient when faced with a large number of zombies.

Waldo didn't have time to reload.

Roar!

Waldo was struck hard from behind.

Despite wearing protective gear, he could still feel his organs churning.

He swiftly sliced down the zombie in front of him and turned to strike the one that had ambushed him.

This particular zombie seemed to be a mutation, different from the ones usually encountered, exceptionally robust.

However, Waldo had grown accustomed to such mutations a long time ago.

Ever since the appearance of mutated creatures, mutated zombies had also started to emerge.

These zombies had enhanced physical abilities and strength.

Waldo suspected that in the future, there might even be zombies with intelligence and various special abilities, just like the bosses in the Biohazard game.

Even with the critical strike katana, it didn't inflict fatal wounds on these mutated zombies; he had to hack at them repeatedly.

Just like the mutated giant spider that Waldo had battled before.

Any creature connected to mutation was extremely formidable.

Fortunately, this mutated zombie hadn't developed intelligence. Although it knew the critical strike katana in Waldo's hand posed a danger, it continued to attack with its body without any evasion.

Waldo was also struggling.

Despite wearing protective gear, the powerful strikes from the mutated zombie caused constant reverberations, shaking his internal organs.

A trickle of blood even escaped the corner of Waldo's mouth.

Alanna and the others saw Waldo in a predicament and wanted to come to his aid.

However, they were blocked by zombies.

They couldn't stay and had to continuously lure the zombies on the outskirts of the circle, using long-range attacks to eliminate them.

After all, unlike Waldo who wore protective gear and could rampage freely among the zombies, the two of them couldn't.

Even if ordinary people took the antivirus serum and were not afraid of zombie infection, being devoured alive by zombies was even more terrifying.

Waldo was being restrained by the mutated zombie, and more zombies quickly closed in from all sides.

He had to break free immediately.

Otherwise, if he dragged it out, he would exhaust himself and perish.

Waldo gritted his teeth and directly threw several grenades nearby, the ground where the zombies would inevitably pass through.

Boom!

The grenades exploded, blasting the zombies into pieces.

The mutated zombie was also slowed down by the shockwave.

But Waldo was also within the blast radius.

The defense of his protective gear remained intact despite such a staggering explosion.

However, Waldo's internal injuries worsened, and he was left in a sorry state.

He only thought that he would never stand in a grenade blast radius again.

Real grenade explosions were too deadly, and the recoil from the energy was enough to rupture one's internal organs.

You must know that Waldo had undergone physical enhancements.

Even he could barely withstand the internal injuries, let alone ordinary people.

Waldo tore open an escape route and didn't engage too much with the mutated zombie. He turned and ran.

As he retreated, he frantically threw Molotov cocktails and grenades behind him.

The Molotov cocktails and grenades hindered the ordinary zombies, but the mutated zombie naturally wouldn't be affected by these minor damages.

It didn't stop but continued to chase after Waldo.

Waldo cursed his bad luck.

However, there were still many zombies behind the mutated one.

He could only choose to take a detour and let Alanna and Helen eliminate as many zombies as possible, reducing the pressure on his side.

Of course, he would also seize the opportunity to kill some ordinary zombies himself.

Only by completely eliminating the ordinary zombies and joining forces to deal with the mutated one would they stand a chance.

If Waldo were to face the mutated zombie alone, it would truly be an unknown outcome.

The previous time he single-handedly killed a mutated creature was a fortunate coincidence.

These mutated zombies required a significant amount of firepower to suppress.

But Waldo didn't have time to reload his magazine.

They chased each other.

Waldo was in the front, continuously wielding his critical strike katana with swift and undiminished speed. The mutated zombie was trailing behind, always just a step away from catching up, but Waldo managed to narrowly escape each time.

Waldo kept dragging the fight, even though his stamina had significantly depleted. He waited, believing that Alanna and Helen were buying him time by eliminating the zombies.

One couldn't help but be amazed by the single-minded focus of this mutated zombie. It seemed to care only about Waldo, paying no attention to its fallen comrades. It had been a while, and Waldo appeared to be tired. He stopped running and took a moment to catch his breath.

Roar!

The mutated zombie charged toward Waldo, throwing a punch, but it was hit by bullets before it could get close. Although not fatal, the bullets halted its advance. Alanna and Helen had completed their zombie elimination and could finally lend a hand to Waldo.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Waldo quickly swapped the magazine of his UMP9 submachine gun. He then raised the gun and unleashed a continuous barrage of bullets at the mutated zombie.

Simultaneously, Waldo reminded Alanna and Helen, "Now's the chance! Quickly reload your magazines and throw grenades and explosives at the mutated zombie!"

Alanna and Helen obeyed his instructions. The UMP9 submachine gun quickly ran out of ammunition, but it was immediately followed by Alanna and Helen's suppressing fire. By the time Waldo finished reloading, the cycle repeated.

The mutated zombie was relentlessly suppressed by the overwhelming firepower of Waldo and his teammates. Its angry roars gradually turned into desperate cries. Finally, it fell helplessly.

Hiss!

Roar!!

The mutated zombie let out a furious roar, seemingly venting its frustration. But in the end, it fell defeated. The combined firepower of Waldo and the others was simply too overwhelming, with bullets being poured out as if they were unlimited.

Waldo approached the fallen mutated zombie and used his critical strike katana to sever its head.

Only then did he release his battle gear and kneel on the ground, feeling relieved. This action shocked Alanna and Helen, who quickly ran up to support him.

Waldo's face flushed, and he coughed, spitting out fresh blood. It was evident that the internal injuries from the battle had taken a toll on him. His condition was exceptionally poor at the moment.

Seeing Waldo on the verge of fainting, Helen became extremely anxious. What could they do? It was an internal injury that couldn't be treated.

Just at that moment, Alanna slowly placed her hand on Waldo's chest, and a faint white light appeared. Waldo's complexion began to improve. In a daze, he felt as if he was soaking in a hot bath. This familiar yet unsettling sensation instantly awakened him.

Waldo realized that his stamina had been restored, and his internal injuries were completely healed. His body's functions returned to their peak state. The initiator of this miraculous recovery was none other than the mysterious white light emanating from Alanna's hand.

Facing the puzzled expressions of Waldo and Helen, Alanna wiped the sweat from her forehead and explained with a smile, "I reached level ten and obtained a skill called 'Heal.' It allows me to instantly heal and restore the stamina of injured patients."

Waldo was overjoyed. It seemed that Alanna had truly become the dedicated doctor of the team. Even her level ten skill was a healing ability.

And this "Heal" skill was incredibly powerful, almost god-like. A dying person could be instantly revived by Alanna, as if they had been injected with an adrenaline shot, returning to the battlefield at full strength.

This was truly terrifying.