Sprinting around the corner Bertrand almost ran straight into the back of a wounded linemen.

He managed to duck around them though, before racing forwards to get to the wall.

Before he had even gone ten feet though he heard a shocked gasp behind him.

Turning around to see the wounded linemen stabbing one of the infantrymen in the back of the neck.

Then as they withdrew their hand while the infantrymen collapsed, Bertrand got a glimpse of the weapon they used. It was their fingers, Seer they had claws.

Turning around the adaptor launched itself at another poor infantryman who had just gotten around the corner.

And then with a pop its left leg was blown clean off, severed at the kneecap. The infantryman hadn't had time to aim for its centre of mass so they had simply lifted up their musket slightly and shot it in its leg.

Their quick reaction still didn't save them though, as it brutally disembowelled them.

Those gruesome deaths weren’t in vain however as they had bought Bertrand the time he needed to ready his beamer and open fire.

urging the mana forth through his vein and into the gun. Then channelling it forth outside of the beamer to create a death ray of pure force.

With supernatural reflexes or maybe dumb luck it dodged to the side just as his beam scythed over where its head previously was.

It was almost like a rabbit, hopping left and right, up and down. Evading his beamer with pure instinct as it got closer and closer.

Then with a cracking sound it got sent flying, Bertrand had just barely managed to corner it. Scoring a vicious wound along its side as a reward for his persistence.

The force from his beam knocked it back half a dozen feet and flayed the skin from its stomach.

No entrails or organs came spilling out though. It was as if it was only made out of muscles and bone, as well as blood.

It was like a canteen that got pierced, blood sprayed up into the air from dozens of ruptured veins.

And still it lived, defying the natural order of the world as it once again tried charging him.

And promidly exploded midair as a musket shot obliterated its midsection.

Looking around Bertrand failed to spot his hidden helper, they were probably on a watchtower somewhere.

Rather confused about what to do as Oliver had already rushed off to the battle and his teammates seemed to have abandoned him, Bertrand chose to simply repair his mana vein and rearm his beamer.

During the tense minute he spent on this though his comrades still hadn't come from around the corner and Oliver hadn’t come back to retrieve him.

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Left alone and unsure about what to do, Bertrand decides to continue to the wall.

Offering up a short prayer to the Seer as he starts to jog, he would sprint but he had to keep a closer eye on his surroundings now that he was alone.

He didn't actually really know where he was going, he just followed the shouts and the sounds of a messy melee.

After a few twists and turns he was there, he was at the wall.

Forty linemen with maybe a dozen infantrymen and a few grenadiers were combating an even number of zombies.

It was a one sided fight, the soldiers were winning rather easily, dispatching the zombies left and right with extreme prejudice.

Heads obviously weren't flying everywhere. Even as deteriorated as the zombie's were, bones took longer to decay then mere flesh.

So instead of decapitating the zombies, it would seem the defenders had settled for caving in their heads, using the butts of their guns or improvised clubs.

Those without clubs used their bayonets, hacking and stabbing at the zombie’s heads.

It didn’t seem like the wall was in need of much defending, the zombie horde here seemed more like a distraction than an actual attack.

It would make sense, have common zombies tie up the defenders and create a false flag situation where everyone thought the walls were in dire need of reinforcements. When in reality the walls were already completely breached and the real threat was inside.

There wasn’t anything he could do about it though, he had only survived his encounters with the adaptors so far thanks to luck.

So he entered the fray, pumping mana from the new mana core through his vein and into his beamer.

Firing out the deadly ray and cleaving through a small group of zombies who were flanking the main bulk of defenders.

He had to quickly cut off the beam when a few linemen backed up a little close to the zombies he was targeting.

So he looked around trying to find a new group to target.

But there was none, everywhere he looked there was an ongoing brawl between zombie and man.

So slinging his beamer over his shoulder he pulls out his bayonet and rushes towards the closest fight.

Tackling one of the two zombies that were fighting the three linemen.

Crashing onto the ground he hurriedly pushes himself off its chest, just in time as it snaps forth at him with its horrific face. Teeth gnashing together as it repeatedly tried to bite him.

Quickly sitting back up from his awkward push up position, he sits atop the zombie. Pining it to the ground under his weight.

Thankfully one of its arms was shattered and the other was simply missing, so all it could do was try to shake him off and bite him.

Taking his time he raised up his bayonet, making sure he knew where he would be striking, before plunging it down into its eye socket.

Stilling the frenzied monster.

With him occupying this zombie the other three linemen had managed to easily kill off the other one.

Stepping up, Bertrand looked around himself, already the zombies had lost half their number and were on their last legs.

All it did though was make him feel more uneasy.

If the zombies were this easy to beat then why hadn't he arrived to a successful defense.

What had caused his fellow defenders so much difficulty in repulsing the enemy?

So while the others were busy culling the remaining zombies he carefully watched the rooftops.

Keeping an eye out of any adaptors, or even worse, a watcher.