Antakuta cats stumbled into a half-lost mall building.

The sea spider seemed determined to eat the annoying human, and its eight slender legs clinged to the tile and leaped up from the mall.

Antakuta drove the knife into the wall and climbed up to the second floor with his hands and feet along the wall of the supermarket.

The deactivated escalator behind him made a loud bang and collapsed. Dozens of compound eyes poked out from behind the McDonald's counter and vanished.

Antakuta's left arm was dripping with blood, and he was swept by the spider's front foot at some point, and the sharp side of his foot slashed from his left chest all the way to the back of his hand, and the bone was deeply visible.

With a slight scraping sound, Antakuta drew his pistol with his backhand, stepped on a backflip on the shelf to avoid the small spider that pounced, and several shots knocked the comer into pulp.

After standing for a while, Antakuta showed a rare solemn expression. A sparse array of sea spiders of various sizes appeared in the mall, and these quiet and deadly creatures crawled out of the ceiling and shattered floors and surged towards him.

Two shots were fired, the sleeve retreated, and green smoke came from the muzzle.

The magazine is empty.

Dropping the pistol, Antakuta pressed the headphones, "Black Tan, I'm in the mall." Now a large number of small aberrant creatures are trying to form an encirclement around me. By the way, it's not just spiders, but also small worms and some translucent things that drag thousands of long filaments. ”

"What? Jellyfish, this ...... How do they move? Black Carbon looked a little surprised.

"Normally, you can only see something like a net spreading out on the wall, and it feels like a huge transparent net with a blister in the middle. They emerge from extremely thin slits and have a lot of waving filaments in the air. ”

"Hold on, I've contacted support."

Antakuta slashed off the jellyfish body in front of him with a knife, and his heart was indifferent.

This sentence is very familiar———— hold on, and support will arrive soon.

The surrounding space is almost filled with filaments. When he passed through the swarm of jellyfish, he was stung and his skin swollen and appeared whip-like scars.

Antakuta reached for the tentacle that had been wrapped around the wound on his left arm, and in his right hand he swung the short knife into an airtight wall and rolled it under the supermarket shelves.

Leaning against a corner of the cash register, Antakuta trembled and pulled out an injection from his vest and thrust it into his thigh.

Powerful analgesic. It was the first time he had been forced to use such a thing, but he didn't care so much, poked his head out slightly, and swarms of spiders outside crawled through the ceiling and disappeared into the vents.

The thin legs of the giant spider can be faintly seen here, swaying past the fallen wall.

He took out the bandage, bandaged the wound briefly, then bent over and ran to the fence and jumped down.

When you land on the first floor, you are surrounded by spiders and worms almost instantly. Antakuta stepped on his right foot, grabbed the mannequin in the clothing store next to him, and smashed it at the spider in front of him.

The ground shook, and the ground, which was not very solid, was directly smashed through. The tiles bounced high, and the cracked ground caved downward, revealing the dark, lightless basement below.

The place that was originally an underground parking lot came from a cold breath at this moment, and Antakuta was startled, turned around and ran back, centrifugal force with the short knife of his right hand slashed straight into the head of a worm, and the mucus splashed in an instant. Antakuta vanished like a ghost before his body fell to the ground with a thud.

Almost immediately, he was sealed by countless spiders, a staggering number of them, layer upon layer, sealing the entire corridor where he came on.

It was impossible to break in, not to mention that the entire wall was now covered with shiny filaments, like some kind of slime, and there were several huge, moving blisters in the middle.

It's weird.

Looking back at the basement, Antakuta gritted his teeth and jumped down. He had no way out.

So much so that he began to wonder if the super giant spider was trying to force him into the mall in the first place, because he found that he couldn't touch him.

Landing from less than five meters high, Antarkuta stumbled twice, sending bouts of sharp pain in his calf.

Unscrewing the tactical flashlight, the light pierced the darkness and illuminated the horrific sight in the parking lot.

Feet in the pool, not far away there is the sound of dripping water, black sewage flowing from the ceiling to the ground.

Dead. The whole huge place is only the sound of water, the breathing and footsteps of Antarkuta. The pillars of light swayed, the concrete walls were stained with brown blood and peeling skin, several cars crashed together, and the bodies twisted at an odd angle, stuck in the steel bar.

He jerked his head up, and something passed over him.

He noticed that the vents in the ceiling were wide open, and the edges reflected a greasy light from the flashlight, a thick layer of black substance that enveloped half of the vents.

With a knife in his right hand, Antakuta vigilantly searched the parking lot for his way out.

There seems to have been a great deal of confusion here. He could imagine the tragedy that caused people to rush away when the aberrant creatures entered the parking lot, and finally the cars collided in a row.

There were deep, long cracks in the ground, slightly bulging in places, as if two pieces of ground had been squeezed together, and rubble could be seen everywhere.

Suddenly, a door suddenly appeared in view.

It was a door that didn't fit in with the environment, and the metal body was now gray due to oxidation, but the two big white characters were so eye-catching.

Project Epoch Project, 28.

Antakuta's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that the biggest plan of mankind, whether it was a conspiracy or a struggle, appeared in front of his eyes like this.

This is something he didn't expect.

There are no distorted creatures in the entire underground parking lot, but the mall above is almost full of them, which is unusual.

No one would believe it if it had nothing to do with the door in front of them or the room it was connected to.

Antakuta walked to the door, bit the flashlight with his mouth, grabbed the side of the door with both hands, and pulled it away with all his might.

The muscles instantly ached, and the blood from the wound seeped out, staining the uniform red.

There was a screech of scratching on the door, and a moment later it fell to the ground, shaking the ground with a bang.

The boots creaked against the glass slag, and the smell of rancid acid was in the air.

The inside was a little different from what he had imagined, quite empty, like a shopping mall.

The glass windows were all shattered, as if destroyed by a violent storm, and the goods were scattered all over the ground.

Antakuta casually picked up a seemingly clean short-sleeved shirt on the ground, the sign on it was still brand new, and then as he ran, he bit the disinfectant water bottle from the supermarket, pulled the cork out of the bottle, and spilled the potion on the left half of his body.

The stinging pain came, and fine sweat broke out from the corners of Antakuta's forehead. His feet did not stop, and his trembling right hand firmly tied the short sleeve to his left arm, and countless black shadows pounced on him.

A whipleg swept away the spider in the air, and the dagger slashed through the blister-like torso in the jellyfish's tentacles, leaving deep scratches on the wall.

At some point, the moment he stepped into the room, the aberrant creature appeared, completely irregular.

An upward staircase appeared ahead, and Antakuta climbed the stairs without hesitation, chasing the silent army of spiders behind him.

The sun was dim in front of him, and he could almost hear the gunfire and rockets of the combat brigade. But freedom was one step away from him, and the sunlight came through a narrow crack, but the crack was too narrow for him to pass through.

I sniffled, it was the smell of incendiary bombs, and there were fragments of drones on the ground.

Antarkuta looked miserable at this time, completely devoid of the coquettish at the beginning.

He didn't know where his helmet had gone, and his headphones had fallen off while climbing over the wall. The combat vest was still in good condition, but half of its body was covered in dried blood, and its trousers were covered with empty holsters and dust.

"Today is really an unlucky day, is the human transformation seven so weak?" He thought as he stepped over the two corpses on the ground.

But no one could tell him that even if it was the Transformation Seven, no one had ever tried to enter the lair of even a creature alone.

That's right, this half-tilted mall is home to all kinds of marine aberrant creatures. And behind Antakuta's calm movements, he actually walked around before the ghost gate closed, so much so that when the drone filmed him entering the mall, everyone thought he was dead.

No one has ever tried to get out of the lair alive.

He glanced at the crack in front of him, looked back at the darkness beneath the building, smiled wryly, and tightened his grip on the knife.

It seems that if he doesn't kill the things under him this time, he won't want to go out.

On the other side, the combat team was struggling to hold its position, and outside was a ring of fire that was gradually extinguishing.

When the fuel runs out, or the corpses of the aberrant creatures extinguish the fire, they are truly certain to die.

Machine guns were erected in the middle of the position, and orange bullet casings were all over the ground. Poker stood by and frantically typed instructions into his laptop.

He was forcibly connecting to the nearest mech, hoping to locate one of them, and then escaped under the cover of heavy firepower.

The drone fell into the spider pile like no money, which couldn't help but cause poker to think deeply, what is this army transporting?

Why are their packages full of ammunition?

Even this package of his, which contains all kinds of medicines and detection instruments.

The attitude of the headquarters is also extremely crazy, all the available resources are dispatched, and the explosions are coming and going.

It's a pity that Cheng Ping, the great master of transforming seven. He silently typed in a string of codes, he thought that the other party had come with other purposes, but he didn't expect to sacrifice himself at the last moment to lure away the giant spider.

Now I can't get in touch. When he received the news, the liaison officer of the headquarters did not say a word, and the people in the control room silently saluted and said that they would posthumously award him a purple and gold badge.

This is the fall of a hero in the last days.

But he always had a magical premonition that they would meet again, and that the enigmatic person would bring the answer he craved.

Let's hope it's not heaven.

Poker grinned and entered the last set of codes.