God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World!

Chapter 390: Destructive Blood Rope

"He’s standing! He’s fucking standing!" the driver of one of the trucks shouted in disbelief.

"Why is he standing? Do not tell me he wants to face us head on!" another man exclaimed.

While some were confused as to why Gabriel had suddenly come to a stop, a few were excited. They felt he was stupid. He had the chance to run away, yet he remained standing.

"Hahahaha! The fool stayed right there waiting for us to crush him!" one of the lead drivers roared in a mocking voice as he picked up speed.

Gabriel’s expression remained calm as he stood there, his eyes narrowed on the blood rope. Although he could have run and the same result would have unfolded, he chose to stand.

The reason for this was simple. Not only did he want to witness the beauty of their destruction in real time, there was also something else.

The entire Eastern Camp was more than furious at Gabriel. He had humiliated them by infiltrating their camp undetected until the very last second, and he had also survived the attack of their war tanks, which were without a doubt the pride of their faction.

Naturally, as humans clouded by anger, they lost all sense of reasoning. Their only intent was to run him over with their vehicles.

That was the only thing on their minds.

The roar of engines grew louder as the remaining trucks surged forward, drivers pushing their vehicles beyond safety, faces twisted with rage and bloodlust.

"He is baiting us!" one of the men shouted, but his warning was drowned out by laughter and curses.

"Who cares!" another yelled. "He is alone! Run him down!"

The lead driver grinned manically, veins bulging on his neck as he slammed his foot harder on the pedal. "I will be the one to crush him! I will turn him into paste!"

From where he stood, Gabriel watched them come.

He did not move.

Dust swirled around his boots as the ground trembled under the weight of the approaching vehicles. The trucks were closing in fast.

Gabriel began to count down subconsciously.

Fifty meters.

Forty.

Thirty.

Twenty.

"That is it!" the lead driver screamed, eyes bloodshot. "Die!"

Right at that moment

FWOOOSH!

BANG!

The first vehicle slammed straight into the blood rope.

The impact was catastrophic.

The front of the truck folded inward like paper. The blood rope bent but did not snap. Instead, it rebounded.

Both in shock and confusion, the second truck plowed straight into the wreckage of the first.

BOOOOM!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Glass exploded outward. Bodies were thrown violently through the air as the vehicles piled into one another in a horrific chain collision.

The third and fourth trucks tried to swerve, tires shrieking, but it was already too late. They smashed sideways into the rope.

The blood rope dug into the vehicles like a guillotine.

Steel was torn apart, and the flammable fuel tanks ruptured.

A violent explosion erupted as one truck flipped end over end and crashed into another.

The war tanks screeched as their operators slammed the brakes, treads grinding furiously against the earth just in time before crashing into the blood rope.

"Phew." One of the tank drivers wiped a drop of sweat from his temple as he narrowly escaped death.

The others behind also came to a stop one after another. Seeing what had happened to the trucks at the front, they dared not advance further, afraid of the unknown.

From the far distance, Henry stared at the scale of destruction in disbelief, his mouth hanging open.

"When did he? How... what was that?" The lord of the Eastern Camp was completely at a loss for words.

He could not even begin to fathom what kind of trap the enemy had set to cause such a devastating chain reaction.

Beside him, IceQueen clenched her fist but did not say a word.

"...That was excessive, but I got enough experience points," Serpahina muttered with a smile as she looked at the frightened faces of the humans.

They hesitated. They still had not discovered what caused their vehicles to explode. They could see Gabriel standing right there, yet none of them dared to take a step forward.

Gabriel looked at the aftermath and nodded in satisfaction. "That should hold them back for a bit."

Then he thought of something and spread his perception outward through the wreckage. After a few seconds, a smile appeared on his face.

"Serpahina," he called out.

"Umu?" She turned to look at him.

"I think you killed one of the Hero Ranks."

"I did?" The vampire queen furrowed her brows. "I remember shutting down my kill notifications temporarily because I did not want to be disturbed. Wait a minute, let me check."

Gabriel nodded. "Sure, go on."

With a serious expression, she closed her eyes and went through her kill notifications. It did not take long before she found it.

"Yes, I did," she nodded eventually, sounding pleased. "No wonder there was a small spike in my experience points."

"That is great. Which means the total number of Hero Ranks is down to ten. In fact, excluding the woman Alice encountered, it is even lower."

The death of a Hero Rank was very important to Gabriel and a massive blow to the Eastern Camp. There were not many people in the Broken Dawn who could hold back a Hero Rank, which was exactly why eliminating them was a priority.

Without wasting time, Gabriel and Serpahina raced back toward the eastern entrance.

When the others saw him, especially Sophie, a wave of relief washed over her.

Alice smirked. "It is exactly ten minutes. Any longer and we would have had to come in there and drag your ass out."

Scarlet spoke quickly, drawing everyone’s attention. "What is next now?"

Gabriel’s eyes swept across the battlefield. All the trucks were here, along with militia members, players, and NPCs armed with various weapons and treasures.

"We go all out," he said in a firm, deep voice. "Retreating back to the camp is useless. The fight will be brought to us whether we like it or not. So we finish it here. Once and for all."