Boom, boom, boom, the chains trembled slightly, and the grinding sound of metal was brittle, scattered in the vast space, ethereal and distant. Pen & Fun & Pavilion looked down at the www.biquge.info bookbox, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and the humanoid monster was shaking the bronze chain. "Hurry up, hard! It's dangerous here! He reminded the two men beside him.

Boom, boom, boom, the chains shook more and more, and the people above began to grasp unsteadily. Lu Shuting was the most struggling, he was still carrying someone on his back, and the chains shook violently and almost lifted him off. The American GIs were no better, clinging to the chains, and although people could not fall, they could not climb up again.

These things are so sapient! The scrivener was surprised, he originally thought it was an ordinary beast, but now it seems that his IQ is many times higher than that of ordinary beasts. He had never seen a wild man in Savage Mountain, but he had met it here! The old generation had to hold the gun in one hand, aimed it at one of the humanoid monsters and pulled the trigger, and bang, the line of fire went vertically.

A monster let out a low groan, and fell to the ground in pain. Bang, another shot came from the scrivener, and another humanoid monster fell to the ground. The pressure of the chain he was in had plummeted. Bang, bang, he began to decompress the American GIs, and two more beasts fell to the ground.

The chains calmed down temporarily, and the three of them seized the opportunity to climb up, this time really exerting all their strength without any reservations. After a long time, the chains shook violently again, and the humanoid monster was unwilling, and shook the chains violently again, and the monster that fell to the ground also struggled to get up at both ends, roaring into the sky.

Bang, bang, bang...... The scrivener exploded. Decompress the American GI first, because he is in the worst condition, there are three monsters shaking chains, and all of them are put down by the old generation. Then decompress yourself and bring down two crazy monsters.

Some of the humanoid monsters hesitated, and the food on the chain was not so easy to eat, but instead paid a great price. Some of the monsters began to give up, dragging the corpses of their companions and disappearing into the darkness. Other monsters are reluctant to do so, and look up from afar, hoping that their prey will fall off on their own.

The scrivener urged the two of them to hurry up, and now it was only a little more than half of the distance, and there was still a long way to climb.

Fluttering ...... A swarm of bats swept past without warning, and countless small bodies crashed into people, fleshy and soft. The scrivener suddenly felt numb in the neck part, and slapped it back with one free hand, squeaking ...... With a scream, a bat falls. Vampire bats! Four words flashed in his mind, this is trouble!

"You go first, I'll take it! Be quick. The scrivener said to the two people above.

The American GIs were very obedient, climbed on all fours and desperately, and quickly distanced themselves from others. Lu Shuting also insisted on it, his situation was slightly better than others, because there was a cushion in the back, and most of the attacks of the vampire bats fell on the unconscious American GI, and Lao Lu was lucky to escape and was able to climb up more calmly.

The scrivener is located at the most dangerous height, and the altitude at which the bats fly is just in this area, and the higher you go, the fewer bats there are. Swarms of bats swirl around the scrivener, landing on the bare parts of their bodies from time to time. Bursts of numbness pass through to the brain. This is not a good phenomenon, bats produce a secretion when they suck blood, which has the effect of paralyzing the nerves. The person on the chain was not bitten to death, but fell directly from the chain after the nerve was paralyzed.

The scrivener simply threw away the gun and took out the scimitar from his waist and put it on his wrist. The arm swung very skillfully, and the scimitar flew suddenly. With a bang, the scimitar was danced into a sea of knives, and swarms of bats were slashed by the blades and fell one after another. The old generation was very encouraged, this was the first time that the scimitar was used in actual combat, and the effect was surprisingly good. He continued to make persistent efforts, wielding his scimitar to protect his whole body, and the swarms of bats were cut down by the blades, and the air was like a rain of blood.

The more the scrivener played, the more excited he became, and he actually experienced a trace of the thrill of slaughter. The brain thought of the yoga taught by the strange old man, and the body immediately shrank into a ball of flesh, although it was not as terrifying as the strange old man expressed, at least it was very close in appearance. The advantage of this is that the exposed area is reduced, and the scimitar can protect the whole body to the greatest extent.

As if they were not afraid of death, the bats poured up one after another, dying one after another. The scrivener has the ability to save his life, and he has a lot of confidence, and the scimitar transforms into a sea of blades, resisting waves of attacks.

I don't know how long it took, but my arm began to sore, numb, and the speed at which the scimitar flew decreased. Countless bats still surged upwards like a tide, and the blades passed over, and bursts of blood rained up. The scrivener secretly scolded: The intelligence of the bat is far worse than that of the humanoid monster, and it rushes forward knowing that it will die, isn't this death! Of course, he is also very bad, and he will not be tired to death if he continues like this. He looked up and saw that Lu Shuting and the American GIs were nowhere to be seen, and they took advantage of the rare respite to get rid of the bat's attack, and they were probably about to go up.

The scrivener stopped dancing its scimitar and tried to climb up. Countless bats attacked at once, and the exposed parts were numb. He had to swing his scimitar again, and the bats were cut off, but one hand could only grasp the chains, and he could not climb any further. Due to the long-term dancing, the muscles of the whole right arm are in a state of overload, soreness and numbness, and almost lose consciousness.

The scrivener had to put down the scimitar again, and the whole right arm was almost unconscious, and this time even the strength to climb was gone. He began to worry about his situation, and he had to die if he continued to consume it like this. A large number of humanoid monsters gathered on the ground below, roaring and snatching the bat carcasses on the ground, and they enjoyed the bloody delicacy like a festival. Usually they feed on bat cubs, and adult bats can't catch them at all, but this time I finally tasted the delicious taste of adult bats.

Scrivener thinks that sooner or later they will become prey, they haven't eaten human flesh yet, human flesh must be better than bat meat. Swarms of bats flew around him, waiting for an opportunity to be bloodthirsty. He had to swing his scimitar again, but it was clear that the speed could not keep up, and the blade was no longer sharp.

A torch fell overhead, and the flames grazed the body of the scrivener, falling heavily on the bottom floor, and the flames scattered in all directions. This is a signal that the person above knows that the scrivener box is dangerous and needs to take rescue measures. It should be Lu Shuting who went up and told the people above about the current situation of the scrivener. There was immediate action on it.

Encouraged, the scrivener reluctantly wields a scimitar to stop the siege of the bats. The rain of blood is back. Soon a rope hung down in front of the old generation, and he grabbed it. The person above felt the gravity and quickly lifted the rope up, and the body of the scrivener gradually rose, and the bats also rose. The old generation danced the scimitar again, and blood rained.

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