Bai Lang wiped his face, shook off the flesh and blood on his face, and then bent down, and the ripples of the knife in his hand and fingers stabbed down with lightning, like a sharp knife that easily pierced through layers of tough cooked cowhide. When the layer of flesh under his feet reached his forearm, he formed five fingers into claws, grabbed hard, and grasped the 'electrotherapist' who was wrapped in flesh and blood.

The equipment that was 'taken away' was returned to his hands, Bai Lang's legs were tied to the horse, the joints and strength of his whole body were twisted into a strand, the horizontal refining exploded, locked the ripples, turned into a human internal combustion engine, stood up suddenly, and pulled out the 'battery'. And turned on the defibrillator, 100,000 volts!

He upside down like a weeping poplar, and in an instant he got up and exerted his strength, and the blue arc burst out, flowing all over his body. It turned into a stream of elemental energy that hurt both the enemy and oneself, intertwined with the ripples.

Bai Lang's eyes burst out with blazing white light, his body was entwined with thundersnakes, his hair was upside down and his muscles were distinct, and the arc was uncertain. Under the stimulation of the electric current, not only did he break through the muscle strength slightly, but the flesh and nerves of the monster also instinctively contracted, allowing him to successfully recapture the battery and put it into the storage space.

But it was followed by dozens of times a counterattack.

Bai Lang dodged in a narrow area, relying on the sturdy metal body of the nuclear bomb sheep to bear the impact. Tentacles shot out from the ground beneath his feet, wrapping nimbly around his legs, quickly piercing the skin and burrowing into the veins, beginning to draw blood and inject foreign bodies.

He used the Bloodline's unique talent for controlling blood to make a dying struggle. And with great difficulty, he rode the bronze vehicle, and when he made the final sprint to the coordinates where Sharf was, he faintly heard the sound of continuous explosions?

'Anyone else here?' As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he immediately dismissed it!

How can it be?! There is no way that anyone else will survive here, let alone make an explosion sound of ammunition that is different from the True Qi Martial Arts. There are no shells in this world at all.

Boom Boom!

The brutal slap in the face was heard again, this time not only keenly catching the vibrations and sounds of the explosion, but even using the 'temporary minimap' to refresh three blue points of light.

“？？？”

Bai Lang looked surprised, what the hell is this? It's really an explosion! He paused as he ran, more tentacles wrapped around his legs and arms. The mind is in a mess, could it be that there are other contractors here? Whether they are friends or foes.

"Black Thorns!"

"No pack, no pack, no pack, no pack, no pack......"

The black werewolf appeared behind him, and the bright red ripple galloping (blood version) poured into the ghost, making its 'werewolf form' lines slender and smooth, no longer a pure sense of power in the past, but now it is both streamlined, more agile and flexible, waving its hands into a storm, cutting off the tentacles connecting the white waves one by one.

In the next second, an indescribable sadness rose to my heart.

"Huh? What's going on? How could I shed tears? ”

Bai Lang, who was about to run away, suddenly stopped, he raised his hand and touched his cheek, and found that his fingertips were extremely wet.

There was a sense of sadness in my heart.

…

"Contractor, I sense that there is a contractor here! Let's kill it! The investigator sensed the rippled energy emitted by the white waves and shouted in surprise.

"The pressure is too much, I really can't bear it!"

The dark wizard went all the way deeper, from fishing in troubled waters to having to share the pressure, and the burden he was bearing became bigger and bigger, and the dozens of precious arms (spell casting materials) stored in his space were all exhausted, and he had already given birth to the idea of retreating and escaping.

The investigator did not retreat, and he used up one one-time scroll after another, inflicting a continuous group amplification on the three of them. They also constantly use consumable equipment, from magic scrolls to alchemy bombs, to help the team fight off the endless attacks.

Now I have walked 90 steps, and the last 10 steps seem to be few, but the difficulty has increased exponentially. But he has no way out, he has paid too much for this mission, and he can't stop, so he can only fight hard and continue to invest more.

"Hold on a little longer, the rescue target is nearby! Let's join up with the contractor first, and have one more person! ”

Lao Wang was still calm and composed, his thinning hair was wet with sweat, and the top of his head was gradually reflected. He quickly went through the current situation in his mind, analyzed it from the two perspectives of 'moving forward' and 'choosing to retreat', and after briefly estimating the losses, he made a decision!

The captain's eyes showed a look of determination, and he gasped in a hoarse voice: "You retreat behind me, and the last section of the route will come to me!" Remember, five minutes! I can only fight for you until the last five minutes, and retreat whether you succeed or fail. Do you understand? ”

"Please!" The investigator looked grateful.

Behind him, the dark wizard who hides his head and tail is also full of expectations for the captain's hole cards. A second-order veteran who can be designated as a 'captain' by the park must have something to rely on.

"The rhythm of all things - people reach middle age - depression!"

A terrifying and strange momentum rose out of Captain Wang's body, spreading in all directions. This closed flesh and blood space seems to have entered the late autumn of slaughter, everything is bleak and vibrant, and the indescribable decadence is overshadowed by a layer of ashes.

This force not only infects the psychic level, but even interferes with and distorts the rules of the real world.

Every second-order contractor who opens the career column must establish their own 'power system', and based on the five ability columns, the systems of different worlds are organically integrated, learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses, creating a unique 'skill tree', and then condensing the Great Source.

Therefore, every contractor who steps into the second order must have a core ability to press the bottom of the box, which is the 'Tao' that everyone pursues. It is also the crystallization (fruit) of the birth of different skill trees, and it is the 'big source seed' that surpasses the small source.

Bai Lang continued to explore the ability bar and develop the potential of the bloodline, and the 'Gatling Thunder Sound Secret Method' created had similar potential. However, his 'core competence' is far from being perfected, and is only a prototype.

And the development level of Captain Elder Wang's 'Rhythm of All Things' is also among the ranks of second-order contractors, and it is also a highly complete top rank, which has already involved the operation of the 'law' level.

Let's not discuss whether his core competence is strong or not? In terms of completion alone, it is undoubtedly a second-order high rank. It's only one step away from being promoted to the third order. Therefore, he was designated as the 'leading brother' by the cemetery.

This 'Rhythm of Everything - Midlife Crisis' is the culmination of his power system, and it is also the foundation and core. Integrate and link multiple foundation columns, once activated, you can synchronize the surrounding environment with your own mentality.

Replace the Heavenly Heart with your own heart, and within a limited scope, pull the 'world' to your own level, and replace the 'Heavenly Heart' with your own negative soul sources such as 'depression, decadence, decay, emptiness, numbness, and despair' to corrode and infect the outside world. dragging the world into a 'midlife crisis'.

In human terms, it is the 'realm enhanced version' of the Spirit Fruit-Negative Ghost, or the localized 'Five Decays of Heaven and Man, and the Tribulation of the End of the Law'. All things and phenomena that are dragged into the radiation range by him will develop in the direction of 'becoming and dwelling, being bad, and being 'bad' in emptiness.

The burning flames will fade and extinguish, the rushing rivers will dry up, the noisy winds will no longer swell, and the surging volcanoes will begin to fall silent. Even the natural world, inspired by him, fell into 'weakness and decay' with him, let alone the creatures that were enveloped by him.

In an instant, both the investigator and the dark wizard gave birth to a feeling of 'mourning is greater than heart death'.

The former's heart was empty and quiet, and he began to examine whether it was necessary for him to pay so much for a mere task. Then I want to give up, review, and repent from the bottom of my heart. And the latter is even more boring, why am I here? Why should I just rotten rice? Why am I so attached to the power of the unreal? So much so that I lost my eyes.

In the face of Lao Wang's 'rhythm of all things', the only way to solve it is to use his own 'great perseverance and enthusiasm' to fight against the 'Great Depression' in his soul.

The most strange and powerful thing about the rhythm of all things is not the infinite amplification of the 'decay' power, but the 100% true and authentic projection of the 'decay' in his heart.

How much 'mourning' the heart of a middle-aged social animal is, how much 'mourning' his rhythm projects to the outside world, and will never add an extra point. In exchange for this, no matter how many strange abilities the 'recipients' have, they cannot be immune to or weaken this negative state, and they will inevitably be 100% projected in the depths of their hearts.

The only way to fight against it is to use one's own positive energy and positive enthusiasm to wear out the 'rhythm of all things-depression', or to be worn out. There is no other way.

So how much is the captain mourning? Not only did the investigator and the dark wizard both kneel, but even the god of pure love who attacked frantically also rarely stopped attacking, and his desire to attack was greatly reduced.

"Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, more than a hundred years of illness alone on stage......"

At this moment, the captain abandoned the heavy shield, and strode forward with a dejected but determined step, and groaned as he went, and the flesh withered, decayed, and retreated in his pass.

He was like Moses dividing the sea, and the wall of flesh and blood in front of him automatically cracked a crack with no end in sight. On the opposite side of the Flesh Road, there is a 'alternative locomotive' parked with a large area of blood, but you can vaguely distinguish the cool purple livery.

Under the dim black and white headlights, Bai Lang, who was deprived of color, knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face: "Coach, I don't want to study medicine anymore, I really want to go home!" ”