Ice Source was developed from the beginning to fight against the Zerg, but no one could have predicted that it would also have a significant effect on humans, and no one could have expected that it would actually become a medicine specifically for transforming people. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Over time, the Ice Source has drifted further and further in the direction in which it was originally developed, to the point where no one knows what it was used for.

Perhaps the only one who knows this is its original developer. As for whether the developer knew that the blood that was poisoned by the ice source would also work on the Zerg, only she knew.

There is no antidote to the ice source, and there will be no antidote, how can this deadly drug, which is supposed to be aimed at the Zerg, have an antidote?

The conductor's body was as cold as ice.

K grinned and covered his wound, his eyes revealing a hint of confusion, he didn't know what had just happened, but it didn't matter, the food was right in front of his eyes.

The bleeding from the laceration in the shoulder had stopped, and it was hard to imagine that such a weak body could recover to such a degree.

K crouches down and grabs the conductor's body.

He turned around slowly, grinning at the large number of Zerg and survivors.

Click.

The white teeth gnashed on the commander's fist-sized skull, and the thick green insect fluid and gum yellow brain juice immediately spurted out, slowly dripping down the corners of his mouth.

Click, click.

The scalp-numbing sound of chewing echoed infinitely in this silent battlefield, and K held the corpse of the commander, eating with relish, especially in the process, accompanied by the sound of sucking gum yellow brain pulp.

If even a dying veteran shuddered and couldn't help the trembling of his body, how could the rest of the people bear it?

"Gross!"

The monkey vomited on the spot, and the vomiting was so violent that he shivered, and he didn't even dare to look directly at K's body.

The fat man's fat shook a few times, and the fear and nausea made him forget the pain of the wound.

K savored this "hearty" meal, the meat of the conductor was "the most delicious", the best of all the zergs he had ever eaten. He didn't mind sharing the meal with others, though, so he reached out.

"Hungry? To give. ”

The white teeth had been stained green, and there were fragments of insect shells between the teeth.

So in the eyes of most people, he is far more terrifying than those zerg.

Finally someone broke down and yelled, "Monster! Monster! He scurried around, trying his best to get away from the outpost, which was overrun by fear.

K tilted his head, a little puzzled as to why his good intentions had brought about such a result.

"Let's go, go home." He waved his hand and turned his gaze to the zergs.

The Zerg who have lost their commander can no longer receive any instructions, and most of these bugs are low-level Zerg units, and their limited IQ cannot help them understand what is happening in front of them.

The breath of the superior is real, and it is their natural instinct to follow the orders of the superior. The commander is killed and devoured by the superiors, which is the harshest form of punishment within the Zerg.

Now that the superior executed the commander, what is the need for them to stay here?

The insects "looked at each other" and immediately dropped their bodies, and they gathered into the most orderly formation, prostrate on the ground at the same time under the horrified gaze of everyone.

This is their respect for the superior, K waved his hand casually, as if he had done it countless times.

In the next moment, the Zerg like a tide completely retreated, disappeared without a trace, and even the corpses of the dead clansmen were not taken away.

There was silence inside the oppressive outpost, and everyone couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.

Will the Zerg follow the orders of a human?

"Hell!"

Some shrill voices suddenly broke the silence, and everyone looked for prestige, and the monkey covered his mouth in a little panic, and his excessive surprise made him expose his original voice.

"I mean, we're saved, aren't we?" The monkey quickly adjusted his tone, scratched his scalp in embarrassment, and his voice returned to its previous timbre at the same time.

The fat man glanced at the monkey without a trace, and the warning in his eyes was obvious.

The monkey carefully lowered his head and quietly hid behind the fat man.

K grinned stupidly, "Hello, my name is K." ”

Under the sun, he should have looked stupid but it was extremely weird, the flesh and blood remaining at the corner of his mouth, and the half of the bloody insect corpse he held in his hand, the impact on anyone was huge.

"Monster! Devil! Run, everybody! He's going to eat people! "The people who were emotionally broken no longer cared about the excitement of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, if this guy called K ate even the most disgusting bugs, then there must be nothing to question about cannibalism, so the vast majority of the survivors chose to flee, even the slaves.

K scratched his hair, his fingers almost stuck between the twisted strands of hair, he was stunned for a moment, and then he held up the remaining half of the insect corpse in his hand, and walked to the smoky place step by step.

"What is this?" K crouched beside the veteran, pointing to the cigar that was only half cut left, and sniffed softly at the smoke.

Smells.

"Shall we swap?" He handed over the "food" in his hand.

The veteran smiled dumbly, he didn't have much resistance to such a "terrible monster" who "came out of nowhere", a person who is not even afraid of death, how else can you expect him to be afraid?

At least the weak guy saved everyone, though he didn't know what kind of means he used.

The veteran took one last deep breath of the cigar and sent it away tremblingly.

"Swap?" K handed out the insect corpse with some joy.

The veteran smiled bitterly, "This is what you deserve, you don't need to exchange it." ”

K didn't insist, but quickly took the cigarette and took a deep puff like a veteran.

"Ahem, ahem!"

He coughed violently from the thick smoke, and his somewhat stupid face was full of confusion, and the veteran smiled and waved his hand to greet the fat man.

"Come here."

The fat man and the two looked at each other, and after a short hesitation, they still walked over cautiously.

"This guy is a slave you captured."

"How do you know that?" The fat man asked cautiously, the strength of the veteran is obvious to all, and for this kind of person, it is necessary to maintain a minimum of respect.

"You're the only one who can mark a slave with such a simple and ugly symbol." The veteran coughed lightly, and blood spilled out.

"Old man, stop talking." The monkey hurriedly dragged down the lurker lying on top of the veteran, but the lurking weight, especially what he was able to pull?

"Don't bother." The veteran smiled, "This beast's hooked tail is still in my body, and if you drag it away, I'll only die faster." ”

"What then?" There were tears in the monkey's eyes.

The veteran shook his head and didn't answer, "Fatty, you have to take care of the little monkey in the future." His wife also had some friendship with me back then, and I still owed her a wolf leg, but I didn't expect that she hadn't come back since she left, and now I'm afraid she's really dead. ”

The veteran sighed faintly, his face flushed a little abnormally, "Fatty, don't take the little monkey to be a slave catcher, this business is getting more and more difficult." ”

The veteran glanced at K, who was still "savoring" the cigarette, and the wound on his shoulder was half healed.

"Your future is in him, follow him and you will get what you want."

"But his identity ......," the fat man said and stopped.

"Being a slave doesn't last a lifetime, there's always a way to fix it." The veteran's face was pale and terrifying, and his muscles were constantly spasming.

"That thing... That thing...... Don't you ......" The voice stopped abruptly, and the veteran tried to straighten his hand, but before he could reach K, he fell heavily.

"Old man!" The fat man and the monkey wept and screamed, trying to hold back the last shred of the veteran's warmth.

The angry fat man reluctantly pulled up the lurker's heavy body, but was shocked to find that most of the veteran's crushed body had been digested into pus by the lurker's poison.

After experiencing such severe pain, the veteran did not snort in pain until the last moment, what a tenacious and respectable will!

Even K couldn't help but be in awe!

Jingle bells.

There was a slight sound of metal hitting the ground, and K squeezed the half-cut cigarette butt between his fingers blankly, looking at the old key that had fallen to the ground, the one hidden in the cigarette.

Under the sun, the key shines with a dazzling luster, just like the splendor and brilliance of the last moment of a veteran's life. It's like the life that burns with only the last cigarette butt left.

The fat man picked up the key.

A key engraved with a miniature map. (To be continued.) )