Then, another voice rang out. It sounded like the cry of a child a few years old, and with the sound of fingernails scraping the door, it looked like a cat scratching at the door.

- Is there a wild cat outside the door?

The absurd thought flashed through his mind, and Helo grabbed his charge gun and approached the door with Sayero, looking through the cat's eyes. To his surprise, there was a ...... standing outside the door. A kid indeed.

It was a boy about □□ years old, with his head bowed, leaning on the door and shrugging his shoulders, as if he was crying and begging them to open the door because he was terrified of something. Helo noticed that the child had a number and a special brand on his chest, indicating that he was a □□ slave. He had read the information about the Third World War and knew that the children were called blood children, which were stored for the purpose of providing healthy blood to wounded soldiers, which was equivalent to a human-type blood transfusion bag, and sometimes even used as a reserve food.

And this cruel act is widely accepted and carried out in the armies of every country.

□□ slaves have no human rights.

Even if there is a hoarse cry, no one will stand up for them.

"That's a survivor......" Heloh muttered as he stared at the marker on the child's body.

"No, it's just a worker ant."

Sayaro grabbed his hand to open the door and pulled him back a few steps, when the scratching sound outside the door suddenly became sharp, as if someone was gouging the door with a knife, and the cry rose to a creepy roar, high enough to penetrate a person's eardrum.

Helo blocked his ears, heard the door vibrate violently, and at the same time concave a few paw prints inward, and was about to be knocked open unsupportably, he immediately raised his gun to the door, but saw Sayero shook his head, pulled out the paratrooper blade and slowly approached the door, just when the door was knocked open, a small figure staggered in, Sayaro raised the knife and cut it at his neck.

The horrible screams came to an abrupt end, replaced by the sound of flesh and bone parting.

The thin body of the headless fell limply to the ground, and a blood-drenched human head rolled to Helo's feet, and on the child's pale and immature face, a pair of eyes glowing with dark purple light were wide open, and he could not help but look at it, and immediately fell to the ground in discomfort, retching.

"Worker ants, scouts of the Evil Flower Infected." Sayero bent down to pull him up, and Helo, smelling the heavy smell of blood on his blade, instinctively took a step back and stood up on his own.

"Scout?" Helo wiped his mouth, "What do you mean..."

"There are other Evil Flower Infected, and they will be found soon, we must get out of here and get back to the ship."

Helo nodded, raised his foot and stepped over the corpse on the ground, his gaze swept over the headless torso, and he couldn't help but froze - the child's corpse had its back turned outward, shoulder blades turned outward, and some black bone spurs had grown, like the rudiments of a pair of wings, as if possessed by a demon.

Can people infected with the Flower of Evil develop this disease? I don't have the impression of ...... Could this be some new variant?

He looked at Sayero's back uneasily, I don't know if it was an illusion, the broad and majestic shore, which had been carried on his back countless times, and the position of the shoulder blades seemed to be slightly more convex than ordinary people.

The heart was pounding wildly.

"Sayaro ......"

Heloh grabbed him by the shoulder, and suddenly saw a twisted figure crawling from the end of the corridor in front of him against the wall, like a lizard. He immediately pulled the bolt, but the figure was so fast that Sayero knocked him out of the way and jumped against the wall. There was a screeching sound of a blade scraping against the wall, and the second bloody head flew out, but the headless corpse that fell to the ground crawled straight towards the door as if driven by inertia, struggling to hold the head of the blood boy in the pool of blood in his arms.

Helo glanced strangely at the head in front of him, it was a woman's.

For a moment, he couldn't help but feel that the posture was like a mother holding her own child.

Those who are infected with the flower of evil, is there any humanity left?

He didn't dare to think deeply. Shayero stopped in front of him, grabbed his gun, and peered through the scope, his arm muscles tightened in an instant.

On the horizon in the distance, a rising sun was rising, and the light of the meteorite rain vanished, blending into the morning mist, and taking away the darkness with it.

But in the fog that shrouded the earth, there seemed to be an unusual black oppressive shadow.

It was a large group of eerie figures, moving in their direction.

A little farther away, you can see several people on flying motorcycles, driving them away.

The people of the Forsaken Ruins, and a large group of Evil Flower infected.

"Did you find them?"

Isaiah's head looked through the screen, looking down at the encirclement that was shrinking by his puppet army, and the jaws exposed to the artificial skin grinned slightly, revealing a hideous smile.

"Come on, Lord Duke, the signal just intercepted came from here, and they can't escape."

"Very well, leave me alive."

Sharp roars reached his eardrums, reminding him of the pain of his body being torn apart.

I also remembered the despair of being betrayed by his loved ones before he experienced death for the first time.

He remembered the first time he saw Elling, the way he bandaged his wounds as he lay dying, and the harmless smile he had as he received the medal he had bestowed upon him......

At the same time, I also remember the heart-rending pain of being gouged out by Ailing's eyeballs.

and the blonde, blue-eyed angelic youth aiming at his gun as he was pushed off the helicopter.

"Bang", like a nightmare rooted in the bone marrow.

Even though the technique of recreating the memories of the body transplant allowed him to be reborn, the nightmare was ingrained in his bones and rotted away along with his love for that person.

Fake.

Those trusts, those loves, those promises, all are fake. From the first day that Elin was sent to him under the false identity of a military doctor, all he did was to gain access to his retina and unlock the combination lock that could break through the defenses of the neo-Nazi army headquarters in one fell swoop.

It is undeniable that Ailing succeeded. Even if he was tortured to the point of inhuman form and turned into a pile of flesh and blood corpses, he was remembered by the world as a hero, remembered by the people he loved.

How great.

How could he allow another Elin to be born, and how could Sayero be allowed to thwart his plans to work with Thorn Heaven to rebuild the neo-Nazi army?

Isaiah lifted one of his newly repaired hands and covered his hollow eye sockets, a trace of blue electrolyte spilling out of his fingers, flickering with crazy sparks.

The terrifying noise of the devil's howl is getting closer and closer, coming through the ventilation ducts.

Helo looked down through the iron mesh beneath him, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. A large group of Evilflower infected, with near-transparent skin and bloodshot skin, were pouring into the hallway below them. The joints of their limbs twisted in a horrible way, as he remembered, but they moved quickly.

A drop of sweat fell from his head and filtered through the barbed wire.

Impartially landed on top of the rotting head of an infected.

"Click-"

With a tooth-aching sound of skeletal misalignment, one of the infected had his head suddenly turned three hundred and sixty degrees, and his face turned to the back of his head.

Finished! Helo gasped and instinctively grabbed the charge gun on his back, and Sayero, who was behind him, grabbed his wrist, covered his mouth, and gently shushed out.

Helo saw the infected climb up the wall like a gecko, sniffing against the barbed wire, but Sayro silently pressed his palm to it.

The infected's head twisted a few times, and the body shrank back again.

Helo breathed a sigh of relief, and then a shadow came back to his mind, and he felt Sayero's fingers move a few strokes on his back, and he immediately realized that it was a digital code word that only the two of them could understand.

Sayaro was saying, "Don't worry, they can't smell me." ”

"I know, because you're one of their kind, just a little more advanced."

Helo sighed helplessly.

"Keep climbing." Sayaro slapped him on the buttocks.

Helo kicked him lightly, grabbed the ladder, and held out a hand to him.

Shayero lifted his head and took the grip of the hand, which had once been much smaller than him, but now became slender and powerful.

Strange low roars came and went, filling the building as they climbed.

Having climbed all the way to the top of the ventilation duct, Helo felt a tug on his calf, so he raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his head and turned away. The size of the two grown men under the narrow metal pipe fortress was too reluctant, and Helo stepped back a few points and asked with his lips, "What now?" ”

Shayaro raised his hand around the back of his head, rested his head on his shoulder, half-knelt up, removed a piece of barbed wire with his bare hands to block the direction they had come, pulled out the paratrooper blade at his waist, and slashed the back of his hand, smearing the blood on Helo's body and face, making his white face bloody.

Helo grabbed his hand in confusion and stared at him, a sense of foreboding rising from the bottom of his heart.

Sayaro lifted a hand and pushed the vent lid open above. A spaceship hovered above them like a predatory beast, searchlights overlooking their prey.

"What are you going to do?!"

Helo grabbed his hand and held on to it, as hard as he had done six years ago.

"Stay here, don't come out until help arrives."

He lowered his head, a shadow obscuring Helo's vision, a mixture of blood and sweat, and the man's infatuated breath. His breathing was heavy and dangerous, and a hand touched his cheek, and his palm was hot like a flame, like lava, melting his blood and breath.

"You asked who I wanted to marry before. That question... You'll know the answer if you come back to the U.S. with me. ”