48 Hours a Day Chapter 1097
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Chapter 1097: 1097
Chapter 1097: Peach Flavor
In the end, Zhang Heng was unable to finish the fuel in the two oil cylinders.
Because the station was almost surrounded by thick smoke and fire, the reinforced concrete built the station didn’t burn easily. The station had also been abandoned before it was used, and since it wasn’t renovated, no combustible materials had been installed either. However, as the sperm whale was set ablaze, the situation began to change, and with the corpses of the snakes on the ground, the fire gradually grew.
Nonetheless, at the moment, most of the snakes had been dealt with by Zhang Heng. There were still a few hundred that escaped the net, but they wouldn’t be causing much of a stir. As a result, the three of them retreated into the tunnel not far away with the T-148.
Until then, Ma Lu was still in a daze. He looked as though he could not believe that the three of them had really survived the snake tide. When he saw the sea of serpents twenty minutes ago, Ma Lu thought that he was dead for sure. In the end, not only did they survive, but with the tool of an arsonist in front of him, Ma Lu’s confidence had greatly increased.
Even though Zhang Heng said there was still a huge snake waiting for them, from Ma Lu’s point of view, no matter how big the snake was, it would not withstand such a ferocious artificial flamethrower. As long as there was still fuel in the tanks, they would be invincible. However, Zhang Heng, who was beside him, was not as optimistic.
Yeomengard was not the first supernatural creature that Zhang Heng had dealt with. Zhang Heng did not forget that when he first became the agent of the elder in the Tang suit, they worked together to kill the monster called Moresby. The latter turned out to be the totem of a tribe called the Arkoz in Papua New Guinea. After the Arkoz was destroyed, Morseby was basically forgotten by the world.
However, that battle was still filled with peril. Even if the Tang-suited elder borrowed a tool suspected to be the spear of fate, it was still only a narrow victory. Of course, Zhang Heng was still an ordinary person at that time and didn’t have as many skills and top-tier tools as he used to. The old man was the main damage dealer in that battle, so Zhang Heng was just a bystander.
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Then, he met the Slavic mythological creature Zavilcha. He could control the wall to attack, but Zhang Heng found his real body and used time freeze to kill him. However, the previous battle had been tough, and these were only small characters that were almost forgotten by the world.
The most powerful enemy Zhang Heng had encountered so far was Pestilence, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. He had been sent to the resuscitation room with just a light touch, and his heart had stopped beating for a moment. Pestilence, however, was also the one who had died the most unjustly among his many opponents. Until now, Zhang Heng still had not fully figured out how he killed the White Knight.
However, after that incident, Zhang Heng was certain that he was hiding some secrets. After going through the alien dungeon and the trip to the island, he had unlocked a part of his power. However, it was still far from the level of fighting Pestilence.
Zhang Heng did not like the feeling of fate being out of control. Furthermore, this time, the enemy he was facing was not some minor character, a Midgardian snake, as famous as the White Horse Knight. Like the giant monster that appeared in the twilight of the gods in the final chapter of Norse mythology, Yemengard’s name was also widespread. Even to this day, its presence could still be seen in several literary and film productions.
Therefore, the following battle would not be easy either. Zhang Heng did not choose to chase after the giant snake immediately, even though he could guess that Cheng Sihan, who had entered first, would not be in a good situation right now. He did not know whether she was alive or dead, but since they were already so far behind, Cheng Sihan probably did not mind waiting a little longer.
Zhang Heng used this time to make some preparations, the main reason being waiting for the one-hour usage time of the Infinite Building Block to pass. Then, under Ma Lu’s completely befuddled stare, he dismantled the T-148 that had turned back into Lego building blocks.
It wasn’t that Zhang Heng hadn’t considered using the T-148 to deal with the Nightmare Gad directly or that he could further assemble some heavy weapons with greater single-point lethality, such as an RPG-29 rocket launcher, an anti-material sniper rifle, or even portable anti-air missiles. In the end, he gave up on this tempting idea.
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Because no one knew how effective these modern weapons would be against supernatural creatures, especially when dealing with a mythological behemoth like the Nightmare Gad, Zhang Heng wouldn’t be surprised if the giant snake’s skin could withstand fire or even missile attacks.
Thus, the T-148 might not be as effective in the following battles as before. But, on the contrary, the Hidden Scabbard, Pestilence Bone Bow, and Parris Arrow on his body were easier to deal damage to.
Of course, the safer method was to use modern weapons to launch long-range attacks on Nightmare Gad first. Then, if the effects were not enough, he would switch to other tools to fight. However, the Infinite Building Block required an hour to deplete each time it was used. Only then could it be reassembled into something else.
Zhang Heng didn’t think that Nightmare Gad would give him that much time. Furthermore, as someone who had read Norse mythology, Zhang Heng held a deep impression of Thor’s death.
Although Thor used his own hammer to kill Nightmare Gad in the end, he himself had died from inhaling too much poisonous fog during the battle. Zhang Heng had to be prepared for this, and after some thought, he decided to put the Lego bricks into a gas mask and put it in his travel bag. However, he didn’t rush to insert the Infinite Building Block.
“How’s your condition? Can you still walk?” Zhang Heng asked Fan Mei.
The latter was leaning against the wall, taking the time to close her eyes and recover her lost energy. Hearing that, she opened her eyes and nodded. However, Zhang Heng could tell that Fan Meinan wasn’t in a current condition.
The loss of energy was secondary. The three of them had been on the abandoned subway line for quite some time. During that time, they had not replenished themselves with any food or water. In addition, Zhang Heng had just lit a huge fire, causing the temperature at the station to rise continuously. This caused Fan Meinan to appear slightly dehydrated. In reality, it was not just her; Ma Lu’s mouth was also blistered with dried and cracked skin.
However, Ma Lu was in generally better health, so he was fine.
“Wait for me for a while,” Zhang Heng said to the two of them. Then, without waiting for Fan Meinan to answer, he stood up and walked back to the hall on the second floor. Zhang Heng walked back with a large bag of snake corpses that hadn’t been roasted due to the smoke.
He first used the remaining Lego blocks to make a bottle of mineral water. He inserted the Infinite Building Block and poured in the water. If the water were drunk, it would turn back Lego bricks in an hour.
Then, Zhang Heng used a knife to cut open the snake’s body. He took out the bile and squeezed it into the bottle. He repeated this action until the bottle was filled with bile.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to let me drink this.”Fan Meinan’s expression changed slightly when he saw the bottle of bile. “Although I’m thirsty, I’m not that thirsty.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll add some seasoning for you,” Zhang Heng said as he took out a small bottle cap from his bag and placed it on the bottle. The next moment, a miracle happened, the bottle of bile, which looked suspiciously rich, turned into a pink soda.
“You’re in luck. This time, it should be peach-flavored.”
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