Chapter 849 The Destroyed People

"Ah... are they all here?"

As if nothing had happened, Huai Shi pulled out Hate Shui from the corpse at her feet, struggled to squeeze out a smile, took a step back, then took another step back, cupped her hands and fists, and said goodbye in a loud voice:

"Sorry to bother you, farewell!"

In an instant, the living blood gathered into a bundle and began to pull him upwards rapidly.

But the power coming in the darkness was faster, and before Huai Shi could react, a black shadow flew over. From above, a sliding shovel tore the blood-activating link. Then, it was refracted on the wall.

After Huai Shi blinked, the living blood in his hand had broken off, and the animalistic vertical pupils were already close at hand.

The roar erupted.

He flew backwards to the ground and crashed into the ruins of a building.

Before he could get up, a thick tentacle suddenly stretched out from the ruins, wrapped it around him, and suddenly threw him far away.

It's almost like playing basketball.

In the spherical shield supported by the blood all over his body, Huai Shi felt like the world was spinning. He didn't know how many times he was hit in an instant. He fell into darkness and felt a series of impacts.

What's even worse is that cracks have appeared on the blood shield.

Unable to support.

Huai Shi's face suddenly turned green.

It takes so much effort to deal with a ghost thing like the Nativity Spirit. He can still fight two, but he can at least run away from three... But there are so many of them, I'm afraid if I don't pay attention today, I will really give them away. The food is coming.

The giant elephant-like birth spirit had raised its head and neighed, raised its giant pillar-like legs, and trampled down towards Huai Shi.

But before that happened, the blood-activating shield suddenly shattered, and Huaishi shot out of it, dragging the fierce light of Hate Water, and flew up, level with the ferocious head of the giant elephant.

Only a shrill electric light passed across, causing the giant elephant to feel pain and roar in anger. The entire garbage dump was shaken under the trampling of the heavy mass.

Huaishi, on the other hand, had already used the force to fly up again. She only saw the darkness surging, gathering towards her at an incredible speed. She couldn't help but grit her teeth and clenched her fists.

In an instant, the living blood wrapped around his body suddenly gathered and condensed into a crystal clear crystal at his feet.

The endlessly compressed blood was blended into the source matter, and a dazzling red light burst out.

After barely opening the casting furnace, the alchemical fire instantly stimulated the essence and vitality in it, turning it into a huge bomb.

ignite!

The next moment, a violent red storm suddenly burst out of thin air and spread in the darkness. Countless fine blood crystals tore through the greedy cursed blood, forming a fleeting and terrifying flame.

More than half of the living blood, including the new blood that had just proliferated at this moment, was invested by Huai Shi.

The destructive power caused exceeded Huai Shi's imagination.

The flying sharp fragments almost cut the first few birth creatures into skeletons and broke them into several pieces. And Huaishi's figure also relied on the power of the explosion to rise again and fly towards the path it came from.

Above the crack in the ceiling, the puppy of friendship suddenly poked its head, opened its mouth, seized this fleeting opportunity, bit him, turned around and ran away!

The close explosion shocked his internal organs, caused internal bleeding and fractured ribs. Huaishi only felt a buzzing in his ears and his vision was filled with blood.

But he still didn't dare to relax, so he forcibly mobilized the power of Gui Xu, and once again released a ray of source essence, allowing the dark windbreaker's talent to operate.

One dog and one person instantly disappeared into the darkness and disappeared from the monsters' perception.

After the rift, countless birthplaces suddenly started to commotion and roared angrily.

The torrent surged, and they came out in droves, frantically looking for the cooked duck. But no matter how carefully you search, it is difficult to find traces left by outsiders.

The high-pitched neighing sound conveys a message to the distance.

So, in the deepest part of Helios, in the cracked central reactor, a vague outline emerged from the endless light.

Then, he opened his eyes, and the terrifying flames gathered in those eyes, and he looked over here.

Indescribable pressure descended here, his eyes penetrated the layers of barriers, and swept across them indifferently, as if searching the world, not letting go of every wisp of dust.

Suddenly, a layer of insignificant darkness was pierced.

But amid the sound of the bubbles bursting, there was nothing behind the shadow, only a string of embarrassed blood extending into the distance.

However, the gaze was not in a hurry to trace back. Instead, it was withdrawn, looking inside and searching inch by inch, identifying every trace left by the intruder.

It's as if you can see the traces of Huai Shi's pretense quietly turning back.

Reluctant to let go of any doubt.

Nothing unusual.

All the nativity spirits prostrated respectfully on the ground, trembling, enduring the pressure of that violent gaze. A rat-shaped monster trembled, instantly attracting a cold gaze.

It froze in place, and then split into two halves without warning, revealing its internal structure from the inside out.

Finally, his eyes slowly withdrew.

The nativity spirits were still crawling in place, not daring to move. Only after a long time did they return to their nests with their tails between their legs and fall into a deep sleep.

One hour passed, two hours passed, three hours passed.

After five hours passed.

In the ruins of the garbage dump, the monster killed by Huai Shi suddenly moved.

Noticing that there was no reaction from the surroundings, he moved again.

From the broken chest, a sneaky little puppy head emerged, and it quietly glanced around.

Seems like no problem.

He turned around and bit his companion's finger.

As a result, a figure slowly slipped out of the cooling cursed blood. He did not get up at all, nor did he make any sound. Covered by the dark windbreaker, he relied on his own muscles to snake forward like a snake. .

Quietly leave the village, no one wants to shoot.

Just like that, with the dog on his back, he got into a sewer pipe.

Disappear into the deepest depths of darkness.

There was only a bat-shaped nativity spirit hanging on the ceiling as if it smelled something. It opened its eyes and took a look, but saw nothing and looked away.

After running out for an unknown distance, the exhausted Huai Shi stopped.

He finally found a slightly safer gap, stuffed the dog into it, stuffed himself in again, turned over and blocked the gap with tools and disguises.

Fell into a deep sleep.

Darkness returned to silence, and nothing happened.

.

And five hours ago, the lower level of Helios, the path of ascension on the east side.

There was an endless fog that engulfed everything in its path, with only a faint figure emerging from it.

Like mourners heading to a funeral.

The alchemists from the Stone Cauldron Society never took off their pitch-black spacesuits. They just raised their heavy jets and silently moved forward.

There was no communication or words between them, they were like robots, coldly and accurately executing the orders from the Grand Master. With weapons in hand, he shot all the creatures in his path.

Whether it's a monster or a survivor.

In this way, they stepped forward on the bloody road, step by step deep into the core of the bottom, until they were surrounded by layers of crazy nativity spirits.

The sharp long tongue shot out, slicing the leader's arm, and then swept away most of his body and swallowed it into his belly.

But the crippled alchemist in his belly still completed his final mission, turning himself and his enemies into dissolved liquid, pouring and spreading around.

Wherever it passed, everything collapsed and melted like wax, and in the end there was only a viscous substance left, with bubbles constantly popping up.

Soon, the reborn leader slowly rose from the dissolved material. He lowered his head and glanced at his naked body indifferently. With a snap of his fingers, a layer of spacesuit was once again derived from the solution and enveloped his body.

keep going.

At the end of the tunnel, there were sonorous footsteps.

The knights, wearing solemn halos and wearing heavy armor, held halberds in their hands and walked towards them step by step.

Like an iron wall pushing forward.

The man-made alchemical bullets had no effect on them. After breaking through the defense, they drove straight in. The alchemical secrets tore through their armor, but there was nothing behind the armor. Only a piece of creeping darkness suddenly pierced out and gathered into an amorphous shape. The sludge monster swallowed and covered them one by one.

In an instant, more than half were lost.

Immediately afterwards, the sharp sound of steel friction sounded, and the heavy jet suddenly shook, and the thick shell fell apart, revealing the material hidden inside.

But it was not a compressed front-line simple base.

But a dark iron coffin.

Behind the iron coffin, the inexplicable thing opened its eyes. In an instant, the steel in front of it melted, and then the amorphous monster was completely torn apart and evaporated into ashes.

The blazing light still never stopped, tearing apart layers of cabins and walls, piercing through the middle layer of Helios, passing through the top layer of Helios, and penetrating the entire seven days in the alchemical sense. , and passed out from the other end of Helios.

The evil eye that pierced Jupiter.

Only a trace of terrifying scarlet was left.

Like the blood that emerges after pricking the pupil.

Soon, the terrifying light dissipated as his eyes closed, leaving only terrifying cracks with molten steel on the black coffin.

The cracks squirmed like living things, quickly closed and disappeared.

The silent alchemists rose from the ashes, once again carried the iron coffin, and moved forward.

Disappeared into the deepest part of the mist.

"Fuck, is there anyone! Is there anyone?"

Rachel screamed hoarsely at the teleportation center of the Sons of Leviathan.

Half of his body fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

The man was twitching in pain and roaring hoarsely, but no one in the empty transfer room responded, as if they were waiting for him to die.

So cold and heartless.

Rachel's expression became more and more angry, and she used her last strength to grit her teeth.

Literally, bite into pieces.

The snake slough dust in his molars flowed into his throat, and then, a miracle came, and his mutilated body began to rapidly regenerate and recover.

It's just that the reborn body doesn't match the original parts.

It looks like a child of seven or eight years old, but with the face and arms of an adult.

Completely transformed into a deformed child.

When the liquid as thick as amniotic fluid spread on the ground, Rachel gasped, climbed up with difficulty, and casually tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it around her body.

Not caring about resting, he pushed open the door angrily and walked out.

He rushed straight towards the bridge, with vicious anger.

The Grand Master actually stood by and ignored his affairs, completely ignoring how much he had sacrificed for him... That old guy was not worthy of trust at all!

It was a complete violation of the contract signed between them!

Full of anger and resentment, Rachel pushed open the door roughly and roared at the old man who had his back turned to her: "This is different from what was promised!"

In the silence, no one responded.

Only the tragic color of blood reflected Rachel's gradually pale face.

Among the countless corpses, blood flowed to his feet, bringing a cold and sticky touch.

Immediately afterwards, the old corpse slowly fell to the ground.

Blood as hot as molten iron flowed out silently from the broken neck, corroding the floor and making a hissing sound.

Only a head that was furious to death was left spinning in the enemy's hands, sprinkling the last scarlet.

Now, holding Garlandon's head in his hand, the one-eyed alchemist Ragnar... No, Grand Master Publius raised his eyes, looked at the deformed child who was seeking death, and showed a warm smile.

"What have you made an appointment with? Can you tell me?"