"Have you noticed, the blood-sucking mosquitoes here are much bigger than their counterparts in the Black Zones of the Northern Wilderness?" Six Fingers dragged back the big mosquito that Marin had shot, and the elf named Jin Ye knelt down beside the mosquito, and she took out the dissecting tool and cut open the mosquito's abdomen: "There is fresh blood, it should be the blood of a living corpse." ”

"There's no one else alive here but us." The gold ingot turned his head and said.

"Shorty, for the sake of our similar height, don't talk so loudly, do you want to tell the monsters in the whole building that there are guests?" The halfling grumbled with six fingers.

Marin leaned against the wall and listened to him in the distance in the hallway, making sure that there was nothing: "What do you usually see in the dark zone. He asked the gold ingot.

"Vampire mosquitoes, living corpses, all kinds of aberrant beasts, but there are no spirits, these guys are very shrewd, and rarely fall to the point of aberration." The gold ingot explained quietly.

"Mr. Marin, are you entering the Black Zone for the first time?" Sixfingers asked.

"Yes, for the first time, I've only seen these in books before, and some of them haven't even been written into books......" With that, Marin pulled out the nameplate of Shon-Romney from his pocket, a relic found in Mana's world.

The diver must have unexpectedly arrived on another timeline, either because of an epidemic or because he was crushed by despair.

"Do any of you know Thorne Romney?" Marin asked.

At least seven eyes were on Marin.

An elven girl raised her hand: "I know, it's a very famous think tank curator of the Holy Kingdom, he disappeared twenty years ago, how could you mention his name." ”

"I found his relics in a deep dive." After Marin finished speaking, he took out his nameplate.

"He's my uncle." A gray-haired half-elf walked over, and he glanced at the nameplate in Marin's hand: "It's indeed his uncle's...... How did you find him? ”

"In another timeline, your uncle traveled through a timeline where he arrived in the future where chaos destroyed our world and the plague of Nurgle swept through it...... It's all over. ”

"Then we must have resisted too." Someone asked.

"Yes, everyone has resisted, and I in that timeline made the most resolute and crazy resistance." Marin sighed after speaking: "That me, I became the fifth." ”

"Oh my God, I want to say that the new fifth evil god has unexpectedly been merciful to us humans." Dante came over at this time: "Don't mention that timeline, Mr. Marin, you don't know, if we mention the world too much, we will gradually get closer to them, and in some places where there are rifts, the two worlds will even be connected because they are too close, and if the epidemic comes, then we will be doomed." ”

"I know, I know." Marin nodded, then handed the nameplate in his hand to the half-elf: "May this relic be a comfort to your family, although I know the truth is cruel, but sometimes ......" Dante turned his head and saw a white skull sticking out of the small portal in the wall.

"Mana." Marin spoke immediately - lest an ignorant brat cut a hole in his head.

Although it definitely can't be opened, but if you are hit by buckshot, who knows if this person will go crazy.

I heard you mention me.

The one grinned.

Is there something wrong?

"It's okay, what about you." Marin asked rhetorically.

Pick a guy from the list of Nurgle World after seventeen hours and beat him up, are you interested in coming?

"You'd better spare me." Marin rolled his eyes - you raise your hand to burn the ball, I used to be terrified to even watch the excitement.

Then I'm gone, and my world has been purified, and the Tyrandins still have a few strongholds until the end, and they have become my first clansmen.

With that, he turned and left, leaving everyone in the hall staring at each other.

After a while, Dante wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I didn't say it just now. Then he turned around and left without saying a word.

The half-elf said hello to Marin, turned and ran.

Instead, the gold ingot took two steps towards Marin's side fearlessly: "We didn't die just now, I thought we were dead, it turns out that the fifth one really favored us." ”

"Know don't talk nonsense." Marin didn't want anyone to beg him all day, what if it blew up.

"Of course, I don't want such a great being to target me." As a professional, gold ingots have shown a certain level of professional ethics.

But Marin thought he should have been scared.

After all, not everyone in this world can face a true Chaos Evil God, and if this guy just let these guys pass a will test, I'm afraid that everyone present will die.

It's just that Manna adheres to the will of revenge, and his existence is to take revenge on the four evil gods, and the first of them is naturally Nurgle, in addition, as long as he doesn't challenge him to death, he will turn a blind eye.

Other than that, it's probably his compassion for the human race.

After sampling the mosquitoes, Dante decided to split his troops into two routes, Marin with a group of dwarves and halflings going up, and they headed underground.

The group of living corpses that had been led away had returned the way they came, and a group of sentinels outside entered the hall, closing the door as a response team.

Marin was also unkind to Dante's trust, and he walked up the stairs with the gold ingots and his friends, while Six Fingers and his teammates watched behind him.

There was silence in the building, only the small sound of walking - Marin, who had been upholstered, walked at the front, and he looked at the handwriting on the wall, which unfortunately did not last as long as this one.

When he reached the second floor, Marin glanced at both sides of the platform, and finally decided to let Six Fingers and the gold ingot take half of the people to the left side to search, and he took the four halflings to the right side.

Despite their concern, Marin comforted them and walked to the door of the first room on the right, gun raised.

There was no keyhole in the door of the room, but the halflings in Marin's team gestured to Marin to be careful, and then he reached out and gently slammed it on the door, and Marin saw that the door automatically shrank into the wall, exposing the interior of the room.

A living corpse, with its back to Marin.

And then another living corpse, cutting something with the tools in his hands.

Marin took a step to the left and saw a third living corpse that was turning its head to look at him.

The trigger was pulled, and the bullet drilled out of the muzzle and into its forehead.

As he brought it down, Marin stepped forward and killed the living corpse with his back to him.

As it fell to its knees, Marlin held his rifle upside down and struck the back of the head of the rising corpse with the butt.

Then I saw a broken knife and a mosquito.

"There's a problem, there are mosquitoes on the first floor, how did they get to the second floor." Marin turned his head to look at the halfling.

"Maybe it's the teleportation passage between the buildings, the technology before the Great Destructive Era, which is very fascinating." A halfling said.

"Living corpses can use them?"

"Yes, you can."

With this answer, Marin was silent for a moment - what the hell were you doing before the Great Destruction?

He had thought that these living corpses were nothing more than cannon fodder, but now that they were able to use pre-apocalyptic technology, would any slaver let his slaves use them?

Shouldn't they be on the battlefield from the moment they were made?

With such doubts, Marin picked up the knife and found that it seemed to be the standard weapon of the Farol army: "Farolians, it's really strange. ”

"Maybe they got it from a Farol patrol or a tech hunter." The halfling said.

If it's the latter, then Marin doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, but if it's the former, then the evaluation of these living corpses will go up - it means that the living corpses have a thirst for tools, and they desperately need to use good tools, maybe this dagger was obtained from the Border Patrol.

Or maybe...... The dagger has changed hands, and the living corpses have obtained it through some kind of trade.

Thinking of this, Marin checked the scene again and found that there were bowls: "These things are their bowls?" ”

"Who knows, I haven't noticed." That's what the halflings say.

So Marin examined the characteristics of three more living corpses...... Two women and one man, the man who turned his head and the woman who was facing away and cutting the mosquito.

Is there a social division of labor? Or was it just an accident?

In any case, more confirmation is needed.

Thinking of this, Marin turned and raised his gun as the sound of the door being opened at the end of the hallway.

He cautiously leaned against the door, and the halfling beside him handed out a mirror, which Marin held out a corner and saw a living corpse.

Lorraine poked out of Marin's sleeve and shot out with lightning, hanging the living corpse from the ceiling along with its screams, Marin turned and walked to the open door at the end of the hallway.

The halfling behind him also came out, two halflings followed him, and the other two pointed their guns at the closed doorway, one left and one right.

Marin came to the door, leaned against the wall, ripped the shock bomb from his waist, pulled the safety and threw it into the room.

The halfling closed the door, muffling out the screams and explosions.

After three seconds of silence, Marin felt a slight vibration from the wall, stood in front of the door, and as soon as the halfling opened the door, Marin kicked the little living corpse standing in front of the door away, and the little thing flew upside down and hit the wall, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Marin rushed into the room and shot the living corpse struggling to get up, then moved the muzzle to the left and the bullet passed through a piece of hide, killing the deformed living corpse behind.

Two halflings rushed in, tied the little corpse behind their backs, and gagged its mouth.

Marin turned and lifted the head of the little living corpse, and saw a completely different appearance from the little living corpse they had captured before - in the black zone, the living corpse cubs were far more distorted than they could have imagined.

"Shall we take it?" A halfling asked.

"We can't take a prisoner now, kill him." Marin turned and left the room.

As he walked towards the closed room, Marin heard the muffled sound of a bullet passing through the silencer behind him.

What is the saying?

Ah, right...... Life is too bitter, and vows are too heavy.