The armory was a mess, with scattered weapons and fallen racks of weapons on the ground, as well as many dried human remains.

The dried corpses of the humans were fairly intact and not scattered like the weapons.

Judging from the location of these dried corpses, they all suffered terrible battles during their lifetimes, so much so that they remained in the same position as they were before they died.

By observing, Mark simulates this brutal battle in his mind.

The large footprints in the doorway and the deep scratches on the door frame all indicate that an anonymous monster forced its way in and blocked the gap with its claws as the heavy gate was about to close.

The gate is thick.

The deeply concave palm print on the side of the door indicates that it is an anonymous monster with a human form.

It uses its thick arms to prevent the people inside from closing the door, or forcibly pushes the door open, and the people inside desperately block it, and the palm prints left behind after a strong slam.

A corpse lay on its back at the door, with a huge paw print on its chest and its internal organs missing.

The wound was fatal, and the claws of the anonymous monster were extremely sharp.

With a single claw, the poor human body armor was hollowed out along with its body.

The flesh and skin of the dried corpse were gone, and the poor body and body armor were not completely disconnected, and some of the clothes were still connected.

The corpse sitting against the wall still had a firearm in his hand, but his head had moved.

Blood stains splattered on the wall, spreading out in a spray-like manner, and the blood stains had become black spots due to age.

His death is supposed to be the work of another claw strike from an anonymous monster.

Perhaps the headless corpse had shot back before dying.

Mark noticed that his fingers were still lingering in the trigger pull.

A dried corpse lying in the middle of the armory, half of its shoulder disappeared inexplicably.

The bare tooth marks on the wound indicate that the anonymous monster has large, sharp teeth hidden in its mouth.

With just one bite, you can easily bite off half of your body.

It seems that the anonymous monster is extremely vicious.

The corpse also had a firearm in its hand.

Whether he fired back as he was dying is unknown.

Looking deeper, several disheveled corpses were scattered to the ground.

The clothes and wreckage were all in disarray, and it was difficult to estimate how many people had died.

However, based on the falling heads, the death toll should be no less than five.

The scattered wreckage all illustrates the ferocity of the anonymous monster.

As it continued to scratch, the heads of the horrific humans were separated, and the tissues of their bodies were torn apart.

Mark was worried, closing his eyes in contemplation.

Try to contain the itchy sensation in your throat.

In the corner of the armory, there was also a dried corpse with a steel helmet lying quietly on its back.

From the chest to the head, the steel helmet appeared deflated, and the blood splattered around the body remained black over time.

In this way, it should be trampled by an anonymous monster.

I wonder if he groaned before he died.

It is estimated that this last bit of "hum" power is also deprived, and moaning or something is all luxury.

A round hole appeared in the wall.

The hole is full of cracks, but the hole is extremely smooth, and as the light penetrates, the hole ends in a conical shape.

Valen stretched out his fist and gestured to the size of the round hole.

In comparison, it should be as thick as a human calf.

From the round hole to the wall, a bloodstain that had been moldy and gray red due to time snaked down.

All of them indicate that there should be a human being who was pierced by some sharp object and died.

Mark was amazed at the power of the anonymous monster, and the concrete wall was actually poked out of a deep hole by sharp objects, this power must not be underestimated.

As expected, Valen kicked the dried corpse lying horizontally under the round hole.

As the soles of his feet rubbed, the transparent, circular hole in the corpse's chest continued to shine through.

The stomach is constantly surging, and the acid rushes straight to the throat.

Mark retched a few times, trying to contain his nausea......

Bloody and brutal events continue to take place here, as if the desperate wails of these people in the face of death still echo in their ears......

War is bloody and cruel, why do humans always have to go to war?

Fighting with the sky and the earth and fighting with people, fighting monsters after fighting everything, sometimes war can be avoided altogether, why do humans like to fight so much?

Is this what human nature is meant to be?

Mark pondered in his own ramblings, while Valen flipped through the equipment in the armory box.

A crisp "click" sound, next to the sound of the metal bottle cap falling to the ground, and the click between the bounces.

Mark snapped into the air.

I saw that Valen was concentrating on a wooden handle.

The end of the wooden handle hangs a rope and a ring is attached at the end.

The ring was smooth and lightweight, and Valen tore off the drawstring with a finger gesture.

"Whew!" ……

The smoke was so thick that Valen's tears flowed, and the wooden handle fell loosely to the ground, rolling continuously.

I'm going to go!

Mark rolled on the ground and reached for the handle.

After tumbling, he threw himself out of the armory door, and with a reflexive leap, he knocked Valen to the ground.

"Bang"! ~

Blinding flashes and loud roars erupted, and the shock wave shook the dust and sucked it all over.

"You want to kill someone?" Mark was furious and blamed Valen for being reckless.

Valen's expression was dazed, immersed in the aftermath of the grenade.

It is true that the hand with the wooden handle has never been seen before, and perhaps it is too old-fashioned for the mechanical legions to use, and naturally they have never known what the Holy Spirit is.

Not annoyed by Mark's reproach, Valen scratched his head shyly, rarely showing a look of shame.

Then he whispered, "I'm sorry, Mark. I just think the container for this stuff could hold that 'little thing' we caught. So pour out what's inside and make room. It's nice to see that this thing has a ring, which can hold the mouth of the 'little thing' in place, so that it doesn't bite randomly. That's ......"

Valen did suffer a lot, the "little thing" hid in the armor and "squeaked" around, and the waist was bitten so bloody that it overflowed to the edge of the armor.

That taste is tantamount to a cat hidden in the crotch of the pants......

"Forget it! Pay attention next time. Seeing that Valen was so embarrassed, I no longer blamed him.

"What is this?" Valen looked dumbfounded.

"A grenade that explodes and ejects fragments to kill and injure the enemy. The style is too old, the scientific name is Gong-style grenade, and there are too many derivative versions, and I can't say the model. Its greatest benefit is that it can be bundled as a cluster bomb. ”

Gong grenades predate the things used in Mark's time, so they are naturally like a treasure.

After placing the "little things" properly, Valen felt that the "Gong-style" grenade was powerful and easy to use, so he stuffed it into his pocket.

The two of them rummaged through the equipment in the armory, and found that they were all old-fashioned firearms.

Some of them have been rusted and unusable due to improper storage over time.

Once it is forcibly used, it will explode, and the gun will be destroyed and killed, and the gain will outweigh the loss.