"Damn, is this a movie?" The striker tore the A57 carbine behind him, loaded the bullet, and looked at the stone men approaching the altar in front of him with a shocked expression, ready to fight at any time. net

I stood there in astonishment, stunned at the scene in front of me, I didn't react for a moment, this natural phenomenon shocked me beyond measure, looking at the soldiers in armor and the monsters with teeth and claws, I even suspected that I had traveled to another dimension, and in a trance I actually forgot that I was in danger.

It wasn't until the striker kicked me that I came back to my senses, but my first instinct was that I didn't believe that there really was such a magical thing in the world, that it could miraculously resurrect a carved stone statue, and although I didn't know what it was, there must be something wrong with it.

"What are you doing in a daze? If they don't save people, they will be dismembered. "The striker shouted at me, and he was about to rush in with his feet raised, and our job was to protect their lives, of course, we didn't care if we did it ourselves, but in this case we should rush over to save people.

"Wait a minute, do you really believe that these stone men will be resurrected?" I grabbed the Striker's barrel and pressed the muzzle to the ground.

"With the facts in front of you, are there any doubts?" The striker loosely grabbed the trigger's index finger, although his heart was confused, but the facts are in front of him, and you can't believe it.

"No, I think there's a problem, don't shoot, I'll try it!" As I spoke, I threw my sniper rifle at the striker, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and walked towards the murderous soldiers of the ancient battlefield.

"Hey, what are you going to do? Don't you die, come back to Lao Tzu! The striker stepped forward and grabbed my arm, and dragged it back desperately: "Regardless of this group of debris, let's withdraw first." ”

"Don't worry, believe me, I'll be fine, I'm going to prove that everything in front of me is not true!" I broke free from the striker's grasp, gave him a reassuring look, and then gently closed my eyes, trying to calm my emotions and be free of distractions, and slowly walked into the tomb.

I forced myself not to think about anything, as if I were asleep, my mind went blank, and strangely enough, the roars and cries that echoed in my ears became quieter and quieter, and as I got closer to the altar, the voices faded away, and silence returned to all around.

But all this was how I felt, and in the eyes of the striker and the others, I had walked behind the soldiers, and two of them appeared to me, turned and swung their spears that glittered with cold light in their hands, and stabbed me in the chest.

Seeing this, the striker shouted: "Assassin, be careful! Then he raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at the heads of the two soldiers, just a second before pulling the trigger, he suddenly remembered what I had just said, "Don't shoot" Just a moment after he hesitated, the spears of the two soldiers had pierced my body, and the spearheads pierced through my back, leaving two bloody holes in my body.

The moment the spear was drawn, the two soldiers whose faces were covered with blood splattering, the pupils of the striker instantly dilated, and my figure was reflected in the pupils and slowly fell to the ground, bright red blood gushed out along the blood hole, and the ground below the corpse was instantly red.

"No ......!" The veins on the striker's neck erupted, like the mad roar of an angry lion, his eyes almost burst into flames, and the fury seemed to tear off the roof of the tomb, and he no longer heeded my reminders, and raised the A57 in his hand to launch a frantic strafing fire at the spear-wielding stone men.

Feeling the bullets flying past my body, I opened my eyes instantly, everything in front of me disappeared in an instant, and I returned to the calm tomb before, the stone statues were still those stone statues that had not been resurrected, and the monsters carved on the walls were still cold stones, and they had not turned into cannibalistic appearances with teeth and claws.

Bullets hit the stone statue in front of me, and I heard the striker's mad roar, I didn't know what he saw, but I knew that if I didn't lie down, I would die at his hands.

I crouched on the ground and rubbed under the stone walls on either side, watching him lose his mind and look crazy, I knew that he couldn't hear what he was saying now, so I could only rush over and restrain him when his magazine was empty.

Looking at the guys in front of the altar, they were fighting with each other at this time, and they were completely desperate, and I saw that one person's ear was bitten off by another teammate, and the captain desperately grabbed a brother's neck, and slammed his head into the bluestone edges and corners around the altar, until he smashed his head to pieces.

Then he flew down to another member of the archaeological team, and when I saw this scene, I knew that they were all in a hallucination, and the tomb of this evil sect and the white light of the treasure of that evil gate made us all hallucinate.

It is because I don't believe in the existence of these things at all, and I can wake up from the illusion in time when I face the illusory scene in front of me, while others are deeply immersed in the illusion and don't know what they are facing.

They should be in the current situation of fighting those soldiers of the ancient battlefield, in their eyes the opponents are those soldiers in armor, but in reality the opponent is the brother next to them, and the final result is to treat themselves as enemies, until suicide will not end in this all.

What worries me the most now is that the striker has also fallen into a hallucination, he is the most lethal character, I don't know why he suddenly went crazy, but I can vaguely guess that most of it was me who had an accident in his hallucinations, and this is the only reason that can make him so crazy.

If he is not controlled, those members of the archaeological team will die at his hands, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that he can shoot himself at any time, and if the striker commits suicide because of this, this kind of death is simply insulting to him.

I would never allow this to happen to my brother, and I approached him little by little, just waiting for the magazine to be empty, but the events unfolded as I expected, and he showed my existence, but in his eyes I might be a monster with a blue face and fangs.

The muzzle of his gun was instantly aimed at my head, and at this moment I instantly had goosebumps all over my body, my scalp was numb, and my cold hairs stood on end.

I didn't even have time to dodge, he wasn't a recruit who had just touched the gun, and he pulled the trigger the moment the muzzle of the gun came over, should I die like this at the hands of my own brother? This kind of death is not unacceptable, if you can save the life of the striker, this kind of death is no different from blocking a bullet for him.

But after I die, I still can't get him out of the hallucination, and eventually after he kills everyone, he will end his life as an enemy, and then my death will be meaningless.

But in the face of the imminent muzzle of the gun, I had no choice but to close my eyes and wait for the bullet to pass through the skull, but a sound of a firing pin coming to my ears, no bullets, this sound in my ears like a wonderful sound, indicating that my time of death had not yet come, and the goddess of luck once again favored me, a monstrous devil.

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