"Tucker Elephant Bird!"

Having just stepped on a branch, Donald couldn't remember the first time the term had been uttered.

There was an elephant-headed beast hovering in the sky, and although it was in the shape of a bird, it was not much larger than the adult elephant in Donald's impression.

This beast was no stranger to the members of the Anomaly Bureau present.

The Tucker elephant is seen in the high-intensity overseas islands, and a significant number of people believe that it is a creature close to the top of the food chain in the overseas islands.

Its physical strength is close to that of an awakened melee alien, and although it has no talent, its own air superiority and extremely strong body are to some extent its innate ability.

When they first entered the island, they found one, and most people were not surprised, and it was no problem for hundreds of outlaws to kill a Tucker elephant bird.

A round of gunfire and a popping sound of spells slicing through the air rang out, and the Tucker Elephant Bird fell from the sky.

At that time, there were still quite a few people who thought that aside from the monster that came out of the crack in the abyss, this island was nothing more than that, and perhaps it could be conquered by most of the power of the Heterogeneous Bureau.

However, when the strange roars of the woodland continued to sound, this unrealistic idea was completely shattered by the cruel reality.

More than a dozen Tucker elephant birds swooped down at the same time, and the wind pressure just when the wings flapped could wrinkle the faces of the people below, they shuttled from woodland to woodland, seizing the opportunity to make a swift culling, their huge bodies swept through the crowd driven by a wingspan of more than 6 meters, and some people's defense was carried into the sky if they were not careful.

When he came down again, he was not in human form.

Sealed with both hands, Bigby hit the Tucker Elephant Bird head-on, although it did not kill it directly, but it also made its flight trajectory unstable, Boglo held a crossbow in both hands and fired a succession, and the crossbow bolt wrapped in poison gas pierced the body of the Tucker Elephant Bird, and there were other alien teams next to it.

In this case, there is no such thing as whether to grab the prey or not, and everyone hopes that someone can help them.

Donald blended in with the crowd, and the spell was used in addition to the scorching ray of the Bigbby Force, intermittently throwing out two inscription scrolls, making a look of effort.

Occasionally, he sneaked to the corpse of the Tucker Elephant Bird that had been killed and landed on the ground, sucked its soul with the Bone Spirit Disk, and then used the soul energy collected during this time to strengthen it, and it didn't take long for the souls of three Tucker Elephant Birds to fly into the sky.

Not to mention, even if the demon activation is not used, the souls of the three Tucker Elephant Birds are unexpectedly good when dealing with the real Tucker Elephant Birds after being strengthened by soul energy, no matter how much damage they cause, most of the time Donald uses them as air obstacles to block those monsters flying around, as long as these guys are knocked to the ground, someone will naturally "entertain" them.

So it didn't take long for Donald to become a summoner, doing nothing but manipulating Tucker's elephant soul.

On the one hand, it is to save his mental strength to deal with the next situation to the greatest extent, and on the other hand, it is also clumsy.

Ever since he learned that Dalton Wallen was paying attention to himself when he landed on the island, Donald had made up his mind to be a "bastard", something that could be solved by external means, and he was determined not to use his talents.

The people around didn't say much, none of the people present were novices, seeing Donald's methods, they knew that this person might be a wizard, and at the moment, in this environment where the negative energy was extremely strong, it really couldn't be expected that a wizard could use many elemental spells.

"Donald, where negative energy emanates, mountain peaks. ”

Holding the sword she had previously obtained from the secret realm, acting as Donald's guard, Lilo's keen perception of negative energy finally pointed out the root cause of the anomaly on the island and the surrounding seas.

"Got it...... Stephanie, follow my pace, let's move a little further to the left. ”

Donald actually cares more about Dalton Wallen's location than the location of the source of negative energy.

Along the way, he has been pretending to stay away from the director of the Bureau of Abnormal Investigations.

Until now, in the middle of the island, Dalton Wallen had never made a move, he was like an Overseer, standing at the back of the crowd rather than leading the way.

However, no one dared to ask anything, and everyone thought that he was recuperating his energy, and he would not act until he finally encountered the abyssal beast.

The idea is right.

Dalton Wallen will indeed strike at the end, but as a dominant-level powerhouse, is he really unable to even help casually now?

Naturally not, he was just waiting for these people to die in front of him.

As the team progressed, the types of monsters were no longer limited to Tucker Elephant Birds, and various mutated beasts affected by negative energy continued to emerge, and the casualties of the team inevitably began to increase.

Some archers or gunsmiths have run out of arrows and ammunition, and can only search for nearby corpses, and if they can't find them, they can only rely on their short knives or daggers to fight.

In the face of these fierce beasts that pounced on them as if they were dying, they resisted wave after wave, and their strength was consumed one by one, and all the props they carried on their bodies were consumed.

From the beginning, to working together, and finally to supporting each other.

The situation is getting tougher.

Some people fell, relying on the help of their teammates to get up again, Donald saw that his hand holding the weapon kept shaking, and his eyes were scattered, not because he was afraid, but because he was seriously overdrawn after fighting with those monsters, and he could only barely hold on to it, just to make a façade.

Pressing the palm of his hand on his shoulder, the recovery inscription on the back of his hand dissipated a third, and a pale green glow enveloped his body and did not last long.

There was another light in his eyes, and his crumbling body regained his footing, and without any words of thanks, he just glanced at Donald, and then quickened his pace to catch up with the team in front of him.

No words of thanks were convincing to go up and slash a monster.

And some people fall down completely, with blood dripping from the corners of their mouths and mutilated bodies.

There are no teammates to help him, because it is meaningless.

Donald passed by him, his gaze paused for a moment, bent down to close his eyes, and then lifted his feet to move on.

Once on the island, there was no turning back until the end of the island, for no one knew if the path they had just walked would be occupied by monsters again.

After another two hours, the procession did not stop for a moment, and finally reached the foot of the mountain in the middle of the island.

"Dead...... They're all dead......"

There was someone next to him leaning against a stone, his face was covered with blood, and the long sword in his hand had a lot of gaps, and he sat on the ground with a dull gaze.

He was the only one left in the team.

The grouping method of the Abnormal Bureau determines that once a team is established, if nothing else, it will be a few years of getting along day and night, sharing weal and woe, no matter what holidays there are on weekdays, at this moment watching them fall in front of him one by one, he knows that he is at the end of the crossbow, from the corpses of those dead teammates, he seems to foresee his own death.

Leaning against the trunk of the tree, Donald glanced at the people in the woodland, less than a third of the number he had landed on the island.

More than seventy outlaws died on the way they came.

Most of the remaining thirty or so people were already at the end of their crossbows, and their eyes were looking at the person who didn't even have the slightest disturbance in his breath, intentionally or unintentionally.

Annoyance, sadness, resentment...... These eyes with various emotions Dalton Wallen felt very clearly.

"You're glad you guys suffered. ”

These were the first words spoken by Dalton Wallen since disembarking from the ship, as straightforward as he had been when he gave orders on the ship.

His gaze swept over the people in front of him, these strangers, including those who fell behind him, were all his subordinates, no matter what their private identities were, at least nominally his subordinates, and it was he who brought these people to this island and watched them die in front of him one by one.

He experienced this feeling once in the thunderstorm a few years ago, but for some reason, this time there was not much sadness and depression in his heart, more just pity.

Maybe it's because this result has been accepted for a long time?

"You are lucky to be here, but this is also your greatest misfortune. ”

Pulling out a mechanical cylinder from his waist, he pulled down the lead towards the sky, and a ball of light exploded in midair.

Donald, who had already stood back in the crowd, sank in his heart, and looked left and right at the people nearby, all of whom seemed to be still thinking about the meaning of Dalton Wallen's words.

"Everybody...... Dalton Wallen is probably no longer our director, get ready to escape!"

At this moment, there are some things that are not hidden, and there is little meaning.

However, even though Donald was prepared, he gasped when he saw the crowd appear in the jungle behind Dalton Wallen.

The beast finally bared its fangs.

"Director Valen!

The deputy director of the Bureau of Anomalies, Cyre Clark, asked loudly.

From the very beginning, he felt that something was wrong, and the government had uncharacteristically hidden all the information from him, but it had given Dalton Wallen great power, which was almost unimaginable before.

Now these people who suddenly appeared, apparently summoned by Dalton Wallen, had a premonition that made it difficult for him to control his emotions.

"Clark, don't you understand enough?"

With his hands spread out at his side, Dalton Wallen didn't intend to let these people go up the mountain, they were going to get the things on it, and he didn't want anyone else to disturb him.

Besides, there was indeed a powerful beast on the top of the mountain, and because of this, in order to prevent himself from letting these people escape because he couldn't get away at that time, he decided to kill them all here!