The gray-white night gradually faded, the sky gradually brightened, and the radiation rain that had fallen all night finally showed a hint of stopping, gradually changing from torrential to dripping, and the continuous rain finally turned into scattered raindrops.

The wilderness, which had slept all night, began to wake up.

The wilderness that woke up from its sleep gave off a rare hint of post-rain freshness, and a series of small puddles of fluorescent green appeared on the reddish-brown dry earth, and sporadic raindrops stirred the water surface, and from time to time a soft wave of water rippled, accompanied by "goo-goo-goo" foam on the ground.

Out of the completely withered weeds emerged a gray-white rabbit with sharp front teeth, its snout twitching gently with its finely scaly nose, cautiously probing its surroundings and breathing in the rare fresh air. It stared warily into the seemingly oppressive wilderness, and its unbearable hunger forced it to go out as quickly as possible to forage for food in order to have enough strength to survive.

The smell of blood in the wilderness was dispelled by the radiant rain, and the gray-white earth was even covered with a layer of brilliant color, which was a dark green and cold point of light.

Dark green is the favorite color of the wilderness, and cold is the touch of the wilderness choice.

Green and cold, it is the common color of the eyes of the creatures of the wilderness who tenaciously survive on this land.

The gray-white rabbit seemed to sense danger approaching, and before it could burrow back into its burrow, it was pinned down by a spider covered in black fur.

It was a spider much larger than its prey, like a traveler who had traveled a long distance and came in a hurry.

Its flat, hollow belly was still raised high, the eight thick and sharp claws on both sides of its body glowed with a cold sheen in the rain, and the black fur all over its body was still dry and messy without even a drop of water.

It halted in its hurried steps in the wilderness on the outskirts of Alik, and its green, eerie eyes looked suspiciously at the thin figure that was not far away, screaming like a cry.

It was the other party's terrible roar like a baby crying that summoned it here, this is the call of the same kind. In order to survive in this terrifying and monstrous wilderness, it is not strong as an individual, and must choose to follow the footsteps that accompany the spread of the entire race.

Yes, the countless pairs of dark green and cold points of light behind it were its race, the swarm of spiders that also heard the call of their own kind, and spread rapidly.

Lowe was still standing in the clearing outside Alik's gate, looking at the sun in the sky that was struggling to climb out of the horizon, at the dense green dots of light that were gradually approaching in the wilderness.

The mutant spider's once blood-red spider order also turned dark green under the ruthless spur of the wilderness.

Luo's body slowly clung to the damp ground, his white and crystalline skin gradually turning a strange pink, and a pale pink mist began to emanate from his body.

The mutant poison obtained from the mutant spider mother was once again turned on by Luo without hesitation.

A tide of spiders rushed towards Luo, and mutated spiders the size of human heads were tumulting around Luo, hissing lowly, shrouded in the familiar aura of Luo's body, and under the powerful pressure of the king of the entire race, Luo Tuan was embraced.

In addition to the mutant poison, Lowe's instinct also turned up in his memory the cellar keeper of the gathering place who had given him breadsticks, Old Pat's only ability, deterrence.

With only one pair of genetic sequences unlocked, the ability to deter can drive dozens of unruly Beastfighters. Luo, who has unlocked ten pairs of genetic sequences, wants to use mutant poison and deterrence to become the king who can command the entire spider colony.

The spider swarm, which tends to be a group combat method, is the first knife that Luo uses to tear through the storm of destruction.

Night's companions have decided to live and die with Lo and Alik, but Lowe doesn't intend to let his buddies face the black hole of the Cardivan family.

At the very least, until the high-tech firearm in the opponent's hand is extinguished, Panis and the others are not fit to appear directly on the battlefield.

The morning sun in the sky finally showed its head, and the sickly sunlight poured on the rain-soaked wilderness again, and the droplets of water that had not yet had time to drip on the dead grass in the mud refracted colorful light under the rubbing of the sun.

The wilderness began to tremble lightly, as countless pairs of rough, hard leather boots splashed in the mud, because of the faces that distorted with excitement, because of the muzzles of the black holes that symbolized killing and blood, because of the sharp daggers, military thorns, or axes.

The first to appear in the wilderness far away from Alik were members of the Cadivon family, most of whom were below the super-level powers.

Like the endless spider tide surrounding Luo, they were the first wave of the Cardivan family's capture of the hopeful blue light, and they were also the cannon fodder to test Luo's resistance.

All the mutated creatures of the wilderness have long since been shunned, and their keen instincts for danger have led them to try to escape the irresistible catastrophe by escaping, or hibernating.

The suffocating silence, the oppressive, the dull "rustle" of the rough soles of the boots rubbing against the sand, and the crisp and shuddering sound of the metal crashing of bullets into the chamber of the gun, filled the land destined to be red with blood and covered with sand.

At the head of the group, a Paranormal with an improved submachine rifle in his hand could no longer endure the blood-freezing silence, and he raised his high-precision gun as he walked along the group.

He was not young, and more than forty years of wilderness had turned him into a very small old man, and his thin face, proficient in thermal weapons, was not visible at all under a mass of iron-gray hair.

The iron-gray hair stood upright and hung down unkemptly, making him look like a crested chicken in heat, and the round yellow eyes under the chaotic head looked unblinkingly at the arrogant figure surrounded by countless hideous mutant spiders.

He pulled the trigger, and he seemed to be able to imagine the face that made him crazy with jealousy, the strange dark green eyes, and even the other party's full head of black hair, which would splash blood mixed with gray and sticky ** under the kiss of his bullet that was enough to penetrate the thick steel plate.

The terrifying impact of the high-energy bullet could even blow his head, which was not covered by the slightest protective gear.

The whistling sound of the air breaking through the air reached his ears, the sound was crisp and slow, a bit like the cracking sound of a sharp arrow breaking through a hard skull, but it was not the high-pitched sound of the AK47 in his hand.

He only had time to retract his gaze to the long arrow that had been stuck in his forehead at some point, and before he could even sigh a sentence, he fell headlong on the sand of the wilderness, and had no right to stand up again.

The whistling arrows were like the blowing battle horns, and with Lowe's terrible roar, the endless tide of spiders finally spread to the humans who were hurrying towards Alik.

It wasn't a fair fight, as the two sides were far enough apart that the adepts with advanced firearms had plenty of time to raise their guns, take slow aim at the hideous spiders, and pull the trigger on their fingertips to kill them in the charge.

Far enough distance is the best way to deal with these abominable mutated creatures.

However, with the eventual arrival of the spider tide, not a single gunshot rang out over the wilderness.

The whole wilderness seemed to have become a forbidden area, a forbidden area for thermal weapons, and the polished guns were not even as good as a burning stick in the face of the flying spiders.

The baby's cry still echoed across the wilderness, and the deafening horn of the charge behind it was louder and faster.

On the edge of the storm of destruction of the Caddivon family, which had been stirred with the spider tide, there was only the faint sound of the supernatural drawing his sword in a hurry, the grinding of sharp spider feet piercing into his body and bones, the cracking of limbs, and the wail that gradually suppressed the curse.

It's an unfair slaughter, and the army of mutant spiders that are close enough to be a nightmare for these firearms-savvy adepts.

No one wondered why the weapon in their hand had suddenly abandoned them, no one wondered why the roar of the long-range artillery that could have destroyed most of the entire Alik hadn't come as expected, just as no one had wondered why this storm of destruction had suddenly descended on the wilderness.

The carnage lasted for a short time, so short that the flying blood and viscous green bodily fluids didn't even have time to solidify before they were splashed into the air again with the steady steps of the latecomers.

The terrible roar from Luo's mouth continued, and there were still large expanses of dark green light that followed the roar quickly into the wilderness, just like the slaughtered soldiers, still frantically and fearlessly pouring into the spider swarm, slashing at the furry monsters that flew towards them with daggers, axes, and even severed arms that their companions had dropped to the ground.