Chapter 51 The Crying Snake

Chapter 51 The Crying Snake

Soon, Huai Shi, who was wearing an automatic rifle and a gas mask, was kicked out of the car, and followed the strong men of the Sublimator suppressing troops into the manor where the flames were still lingering.

As far as the eye can see, there is a white field.

In the ashes of the wasteland and ruins, huge monsters can be seen constantly, whether it is the scales with terrible hardness that still remain, or the hideous skeletons... It seems to be the same as coming from hell No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the weird appearance that natural evolution can become.

Other than that, there was only dead silence in the manor.

The further she moved forward, the colder Huai Shi's heart became—what the hell are these bastards ambushing here? Dissipates in the air.

Those burly soldiers wearing gas masks seemed to be unable to bear the pressure here. Some people kept their legs weak and staggered to the ground, and were hurriedly dragged out of the field by their teammates to receive first aid from the medical team.

But Huai Shi seemed to be fine.

I couldn't help but feel no discomfort, and even my consciousness was terribly awake, and my body's reaction speed and perception began to become more sensitive.

"Abyss sedimentation, this place has been transformed into a feeding ground, and the concentration of abyss sedimentation is higher than that of the border."

To this, Ai Qing in the communication replied: "Appropriate pressure will make your soul run faster, just like diving, but for ordinary people who have not cast their souls, these sediments are highly poisonous, and cultists are the worst. That's the kind of trick I like."

"Well……"

Huai Shi picked up the rifle and carefully looked around: "What are they trying to do?"

"Who knows, maybe you want to play a big one?"

Ai Qing's tone was calm: "Once the large troops enter here, they will increase the depth of this place with the engraving given by the gods, as if stuffing us into the stomach of something. The black air you see is equivalent to gastric juice. Things, when the time comes, slowly digest..."

Huai Shi was terrified, shrank her neck, and became more and more vigilant.

Although the strength of the Special Affairs Department is huge, after all, it is within the system and there are many inconveniences. When encountering this kind of thing, it will take a few rounds of mortar fire at most. Even if it was a terrorist, who would have thought that there would be such a crippled woman with abnormal brain circuits in the decision-making layer who would shoot missiles without saying a word?

This is still in the country!

what are you doing

Not only the friendly troops, but even the souls of those unlucky ghosts in the sky will probably have black question marks on their faces.

Fortunately, Ai Qing's justice from heaven and the subsequent white phosphorous incendiary bomb washed the ground thoroughly, and now there is not even a single live insect in the manor.

Even if there were some rotten fish and rotten shrimps that were not blown to death and burned to death, their lungs were burnt to death by the poisonous gas and they fell to the ground.

Huai Shi saw a ferocious corpse in the innermost layer of the ruins. It seemed that he was in the destruction range when the missile exploded. Half of his body was scorched, but he did not die on the spot, but struggled to escape.

Immediately afterwards, the white phosphorous incendiary bomb that fell from the sky engulfed it, and was burned alive in the flames like tarsus maggots, turning into a twisted mass of coke.

He could vaguely distinguish the face that looked like a beast.

The half-burnt and half-shattered face revealed an ape-like broken skull, with huge and sharp teeth, but it broke into two pieces after a slight knock with the gun barrel.

Although it is said that you have science and I have magic skills, it turns out that magic skills cannot beat science.

Although it is not clear what level of sublimation it is, what kind of strange stigmata are there, but in the current situation, they cannot withstand the suppression of the torrent of steel.

It is said that in the old age of magic, everything was not like this, but with the successive establishment of the three major blockades in the current situation, it is becoming more and more difficult for sublimators to mess around in the current situation.

For the details, Crow said that Huai Shi would tell him after the stigmata was officially implanted, but he didn't take the initiative to mention anything before that, probably it was a hidden secret.

After Huai Shi checked that there were no hidden dangers for the last time, she waved her hand behind her, and several soldiers in chemical protective suits came over carrying a huge box, and quickly threw the corpse into the box to seal it up and take it away.

The body of the sublimated person is also valuable. Even if it is burned into a piece of charcoal, it may be possible to decompose some remains of the stigmata, and the identity may be directly identified through an autopsy.

It's a pity that the incendiary bomb burned too thoroughly, and the body shattered to pieces when touched.

I can't even spell it together.

Huai Shi continued to move forward. After taking two steps, she felt that something was wrong, and she stepped back to the original spot, bending down to wipe the white ash on the ground.

Through the ashes that had not dissipated the residual heat on the ground, he saw the iron light of the metal, and when he continued to dig down, he could distinguish the outline of the steel.

It is a short sword.

The gauntlet has been burned and deformed, but the hand rope on the hilt is almost charred, but the sword body is still intact, but it is covered with a layer of pitch-black carbon color.

The length is about forty centimeters, the width is about five centimeters, and the blade is cut on one side. It looks like a sacrificial vessel, but when Huai Shi tried to chop it, it felt very smooth.

He held it in his hand and weighed it, feeling that it was not ordinary.

"It's a frontier relic."

The crow's voice sounded elusively from his ears: "It should be the result of digging in hell with a depth of 7 to 8. It looks like a sacrificial knife used by the Tenochtitlan Empire for living sacrifices. It's a good thing!"

The crow hiding in the shadow looked at him ghostly, blinking his small eyes: "Can you find a way to black it out?"

"...Where did you come from? Also, what the hell are you thinking?!" Huai Shi asked through the Book of Fate, "There are still people watching from behind, how can I hide it?"

"Isn't it common to start a group with black equipment?"

The crow shrugged, "Also, be careful behind you."

At that moment, the desolate wind broke through the sky.

A chill rose from the back of his head.

Without hesitation, Huai Shi turned the sacrificial saber in his hand behind him, only to hear a sharp loud noise, and his whole body was almost knocked into the air by the huge force.

Fortunately, he is no longer the rookie he used to be. He rolled in mid-air, turned around and landed, already facing behind.

Then, I saw the figure slowly emerging from the air.

The first thing I saw was viscous blood dripping from the scorched body, and with the movement of the texture, countless small bright red cracks were cracked on the burnt black skin.

Immediately afterwards, countless scorched skins were slowly peeled off.

It's like a snake is shedding its skin.

Break free from old shells and death.

Welcome to the new life.

In the painful convulsions, the burnt dead skin fell from the body bit by bit, but the new skin didn't seem to have had time to grow, only a layer of bloody and twisted face was revealed.

And those venomous eyes.

Huai Shi gasped.

"Dude, do you want to call an ambulance for you?"

He said so with his mouth, but his body was not honest at all. He dropped the sacrificial knife in his hand, picked up his automatic rifle and sprinted forward.

Pressing the gun precisely within ten meters, emptied a magazine in a few seconds, then skillfully pulled out a new one from the back waist of the quick-reaction vest, changed the magazine with one hand, and continued to chug.

Just kidding, if you don't shoot, are you still waiting for the opponent to come over and then chop yourself a few times?

Huai Shi wasn't sure how to fight against this kind of strong man who could survive the incendiary bombs, did he just pass? Let's shoot first... After training in the book of fate, Huai Shi is not afraid to call herself the gun king, but she is not the young boy who can't even press the gun. Changing magazines almost caught the attention of the suppressing troops behind him.

Chang Wei, you also said that you don't know martial arts!

As early as when Huai Shi pulled the trigger, that weird figure tried to dodge. Maybe it was unexpected that Huai Shi reacted so quickly, and didn't even want the border relic in his hand. When he saw Huai Shi throwing something, he subconsciously said He rushed forward, trying to grab the weapon back.

But bullets are always faster than people, and twenty rounds of steel-core bullets are strung together into blood gourds in an instant, and the ground is covered with strangely colored green blood.

And taking advantage of Huai Shi's reloading time, he had already crawled into the broken wall behind the ruins.

The hunky brothers who suppressed the troops in the back didn't eat anything. They were stunned for a moment at first, but after they realized it, there was a hail of bullets, which almost smashed the half-cut wall into a sieve.

After changing the clips, Huai Shi took the time to pick up the frontier relics from the ground and put them in the vest. She was not in a hurry to check the results behind the wall. She reached out and took out a few iron sweet potatoes from the pockets of the friendly soldiers, unplugged them and waited. After that, throw hard.

Before he heard the sound of the explosion, he saw a shadow shooting out from behind the broken wall, with a sharp howling sound, and rushed straight towards Huai Shi.

collapse!

Huai Shi subconsciously drew his sword to block, and felt the saber in his hand break from the middle. He took advantage of the momentum and fell to the sky, and felt something cold brushing against his face, icy cold.

It's a sharp bone spur.

The chaotic gunfire stopped abruptly, and the soldiers who surrounded them were weak, and fell to the ground as if they had lost their strength.

Through the gas mask, Huai Shi still smelled a burst of sweet aroma, and her eyes dimmed for a while.

poisonous!

He raised his hand and grabbed the ashes, forcing the figure back, and when he got up from the ground, he felt a wave of weakness.

Until now, he finally saw the true face of the comer.

After experiencing the baptism of missile bombing and incendiary bombs, that person looked as if he had lost a layer of skin. A layer of pink scales could be vaguely seen on the new skin, and there were three strange horns on his forehead, which were three color.

What the hell!

"Don't be cowardly, fuck him!"

The voice of the crow rang in his ears, encouraging him: "The stigmata of the snake-crying are only at the second level. To survive is just a little bit harder with the soul power. That little bit of poison is not as strong as I give you every day. !"

Why don't you say a few words!

Huai Shi was furious: And what do you feed me every day!

Before he could angrily reprimand that scumbag, the sublimator of the Snake Crying Stigma had already pounced on him again, and the bone spur in his hand stabbed straight towards his throat. His movements were sharp and his speed was astonishing... But his posture seemed to be making Huai Shi laugh .

Brother, can you do it?

Huai Shi dodged the stab easily, and suddenly pulled out the sacrificial knife pinned to his chest. The handle of the knife turned in the air, and he held it upside down with five fingers, and stabbed downward.

Figures passed by, and before Huai Shi could stand still, she heard a shrill scream behind her.

From the shoulders to the back of the waist, the body of the Crowing Snake was cut with a sacrificial knife to reveal a huge gap, revealing the color of the bones below.

When the sacrificial knife saw blood, the layer of charcoal dust on it seemed to be washed off, revealing the color of bronze underneath.

The flowing blood seemed to be sucked away by the blade, and gathered on the blade, swimming in strands. However, the wound cut by it did not flow out a trace of blood, but was shriveled like broken wood.

It looks horrible.

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