Where did Jiang Muyin go?

That's the first question that comes to Mordred's mind. And the second question followed: he should go, or he would be caught and he would have good fruit to eat.

Mordred gently closed the bedroom door, went to the living room, folded the thin quilt and put it on the sofa, and then opened the bedroom door and went into the dormitory hallway.

Mordred hadn't taken two steps before he suddenly felt that something was wrong, it seemed a little too cold here.

This is not normal, the dormitory building is very lively at night before the lights go to bed, and the dormitories will move between each other, and the doors are usually not closed.

But now all the doors are closed, and there is not a glimmer of light in the hallway.

The cold climbed up his spine and made him shiver, and the temperature began to drop. It was so silent and so cold, it reminded Mordred of the morgue in the hospital, the silence was cold and gloomy.

But the good thing is that the elevator is still running, and the numbers above are also there. Mordred sped a few steps and pressed the down button, and the elevator came down from the top floor, taking some time.

Mordred waited, and suddenly in the dark depths of the corridor next to him, there was a sound of metal colliding, not a fight, it sounded creepy.

Mordred was a little uneasy, he looked nervously over there, and his palms couldn't help but sweat. The elevator is approaching and there are two more floors!

The voice is still approaching, no, it's already starting to pick up!

Mordred's eyes widened, and he saw what it was, it was a knight on a white horse! He was wearing armor and white horses, and he was carrying a knight's spear several meters long, and the head of the spear was Mordred! The white horse neighed and began to gallop, like a white lightning bolt rushing towards him!

With each step forward, the tiles underneath the horse's hooves shattered, and Mordred could see that the white horse's hooves should have horseshoes on them, which could protect the horse's soles and attack at the same time.

Mordred frantically pressed the downward button of the elevator, wondering why there was a medieval knight in the female dormitory of Eden College, still wearing the armor of the era, and riding a white horse, carrying a white knight's gun in his hand, charging like him.

Mordred was horrified by this supernatural event, and an ancient knight on a war horse suddenly appeared in the dark and silent corridor and charged at you with a spear, and it was hard not to think of some undead knight or something.

The next moment the elevator door opened, and Mordred hurriedly rolled over, almost close to the gun, and he could now feel the stinging sensation coming from behind, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like if he was actually stabbed in by a gun...... I guess it's the legendary sugar gourd.

After entering the elevator, Mordred hurriedly closed the door and pressed the button on the first floor.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief as he leaned into the elevator, a white knight's gun pierced through the elevator door and stabbed in, but fortunately he had stayed at the elevator button, and if he had stood in the middle, he would have been crucified there.

Mordred survived the catastrophe, and in a blink of an eye, he remembered that if this gun was still stuck here, it would not have been able to descend in the elevator!

The forgotten armor of the reverse world gradually covered him, and speaking of which, he had not yet tested the combat power and performance of this armor.

The knight's greatsword was held in Mordred's hand, and a perfect slash cut off the knight's spear, and the elevator descended at exactly this moment without getting stuck.

Mordred breathed a sigh of relief, and then he began to study the half of the knight's spear on the ground, "Come on, let me see what this thing is." Scan. ”

The person who made the armor for Mordred has put some security lockdown on the armor, and some of the functions that are dangerous for Mordred have been locked, and only after he has passed the test for a period of time, the functions of the armor stomach will be open to him.

As a private customized, expensive knight moving armor, it is naturally equipped with artificial intelligence, but the developer is too lazy to use the name of the moving armor as the name of artificial intelligence.

A small probe poked out of his arm, scanning the broken knight's spear. It didn't take long for the result, to Mordred's horror, that the knight's spear was actually made of carbohydrates!

How can the structure of a gun be carbohydrates, the human body is made of this substance, and if a weapon also has it, it can only mean that it is alive!

Mordred realized that it was too late after all, and just as he could think of this, a thin thorn broke away from the knight's spear and stabbed him in the chest! Then the whole gun started to surge, like a snake.

The defense against the world is not blown, the entire front chest armor is made of tantalum gold, a tough rare metal, and the palms of both hands are made of shadow metal. Mordred grabbed the thorn in a hurry, but he didn't expect that the power on it was so great that Mordred was even pushed to the edge of the wall!

Only now did he understand that the knight was a disguise, and the real subject was this gun! It's alive, alive! Mordred can be sure that this thing is an alien xenomorph! No, it should be said that it is a symbiote, it is looking for a host!

How could Mordred let him succeed, the material energy shield unfolded in an instant, and the symbiote bounced away in an instant.

The elevator stopped, and Mordred rushed out with flight propulsion, trained not to be afraid of crashing into walls and pillars and the like.

Finally smashed the glass door in the antechamber of the dormitory, and Mordred came outside, just about to take a few deep breaths before calling the police, this dormitory hides such a dangerous symbiote is a danger to everyone, and no one knows what kind of attitude it has towards humans.

Mordred's eyes widened suddenly, and Hara himself fell in mid-air as if he had run out of power, and he curled up on the ground with his head in his hands, letting out a beastly roar. His head hurts, it hurts no more! It's like a knife has been stuck in his head, and it's still stirring!

Suddenly, the chant sounded, and Mordred struggled to raise his head, only to find himself on a high platform, nay, rather on an altar, and the holy women, dressed in white and wearing thorn vines, walked around him, scattering the water from the jar of gold on his head.

The priest in the wide robe was chanting loudly, and when the holy water had been spilled, the saint took a golden spear in both hands, and the priest took the final chant, and then plunged the spear into Mordred's chest, which he could not resist.

The hallucination changed again, and suddenly an overwhelming sound came from the end of the earth, as if there were a million dragons running wildly. That's the white wave, it's the knight! An army of white knights galloped from the ends of the earth, swords, shields, and spears, and charged with a roar.

Mordred felt as if his feet were nailed to the ground, unable to move at all, and his stomach seemed to be out of control, and he didn't listen to his call at all. It was only then that he realized that this was not his body.

The white knights drowned him out, and the last consciousness was a bloody killing, and a strange thought that did not belong to him: I obviously want to be friends with you, why do you want to kill me? I'm sorry, I want to live, so you're going to die.