Before Zhang Luo looked back, he had already seen the other party's appearance clearly, and the alertness in his heart suddenly disappeared, because he had already seen a familiar figure. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Long time no see." He laughed.

A short figure in a military uniform stepped forward, stood beside Zhang Luo and looked at him, and asked in his usual cold tone, "Are you okay?" ”

"There is nothing wrong with the body this time, it's just that the teleportation landing point is crooked." Zhang Luo said and looked back at the person standing behind him, who was going to "greet" him, and asked, "Your friend?" ”

Standing behind him was a "young woman" with short gray hair, wrapped in a black cloak that did not match the local Siberian dress, but could not hide her fiery figure, and her exposed skin was as bluish and white as a dead man, like a corpse that had just been pulled out of a freezer.

At this time, she was staring at the demonic light yellow pupils, looking at Zhang Luo curiously.

Although the other party's appearance is okay, if you ignore the few terrifying scars on her face, even with human aesthetics, it can be regarded as a higher level, but Zhang Luo can see that the "woman" in front of him is a real living biological weapon, although the appearance is humanoid, but the stitch marks exposed on her body and the scarlet muscles exposed under the broken skin still immediately reveal the fact that she is not human.

The other party stretched out his scarred right hand, waved it in front of Zhang Luo's eyes, looked at him curiously for a while, and tentatively made a hoarse voice that did not look like a human being: "Hello." ”

"Hello." Zhang Luo stared at the other party's blue and white cheeks that seemed to have been torn open and sewn up, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm a friend of little Fran." The woman's answer was simple.

"I made it." Frankenstein's voice drifted along with the cold Siberian wind.

"Don't be so ruthless." The woman with a wounded face glanced back at the girl in military uniform, then stretched out her right hand and raised it in front of Zhang Luo, and said with a smile: "You are Zhang Luo, right?" I heard Fran tell you like a myth. ”

Although the other party was planning to shake hands with him, Zhang Luo didn't have any intention of shaking hands at this time, but just pointed at the other party's face and shouted rudely: "Are you the 'Frankenstein'?" ”

- Frankenstein, the mad scientist, made famous for her original creation, the first Frankenstein she brought to life from corpse pieces.

Judging by the rough traces of transformation on the woman's body, she should be Frankenstein's early work, so to speak......

The woman shook her head, directly ending Zhang Luo's speculation, and just before Zhang Luo had time to be disappointed, she added: "But I am Little Fran's best work." ”

"Oh?" Hearing this, Zhang Luo stared at the other party's cloudy pupils with interest: "Really? ”

By now, he has seen many of Frankenstein's works, ranging from tiny drones the size of fingernails to giant robots tens of meters tall.

Until now, though, Frankenstein has never mentioned what her "best work" is. If this woman was really Frankenstein's strongest creature, as she claimed......

Just thinking of this, the sound of chaotic footsteps in the dense forest not far away interrupted Zhang Luo's thoughts.

-- The dull roar made the frozen ground of Siberia tremble slightly, and the snow fell from the branches of the trees, swept backwards by the howling cold wind. Although they couldn't see the situation in the forest, the three people present knew very well that it was not one or two heretics passing by, but a huge army!

"The executioners are coming."

Frankenstein whispered, took out a black gas mask from the storage space, put it on his pale little face, and then took out another gas mask and handed it to Zhang Luo, saying, "Put it on." ”

"Are you going to release poison gas?" Zhang Luo teased, and then suddenly thought of something.

"It's not me, it's her." Frankenstein gestured to the pale-skinned Frankenstein, who was clapping her hands and looking eager to try.

As soon as Frankenstein's words fell, the woman whose skin was covered with stitch marks had already waved her hand at Zhang Luo and said in an extremely hoarse voice: "About your heroic deeds, little Fran has told me a lot on the road, please watch me perform this time?" ”

"Then I'll rest for a while." Zhang Luo nodded, put the gas mask on his face, and sat down under a pine tree beside him.

Closing his eyes and expanding his realm to the limit, at this time, in front of Zhang Luo's eyes, a "hologram" within a radius of one kilometer had already appeared.

Passing through the dense forest next to it, in addition to a large number of brown-skinned lizardman soldiers who had appeared in the last executioners' meeting, there were also some werewolves in steel heavy armor, and strange lifeforms composed of floating gray mist, even if he used domain control, Zhang Luo couldn't analyze the composition of the mist, it seemed that it was not a monster from the earth, but an anomalous existence that arrived from somewhere else.

――Can Frankenstein's Frankenstein alone really defeat this kind of enemy?

When Zhang Luo was guessing, he saw a woman in a black cloak, striding through the snowy dense forest, and actually rushed directly to the front of the army that was cutting down trees and opening a way for the rear, and looked at the lizardman soldiers in front without fear, and her cloudy eyes flashed with danger.

"I'll go, is she crazy?" Zhang Luo sighed.

Although he did not analyze Frankenstein's current thinking structure based on the principle of "watching the battle", even if he didn't read the other party's thoughts, Zhang Luo could see that the woman didn't pay attention to the executioner's vanguard army of hundreds of people at all.

Seeing a "weak woman" suddenly appear, the dozen or so lizardmen at the front of the army did not hesitate, adhering to the fine tradition of "if you can do it, you won't BB", without saying a word, directly pull out the gun and shoot, dozens of large-caliber automatic rifles blasted out of the bullets, and suddenly blasted Frankenstein into a ball of minced flesh that could not be seen in human form, splashed on the snow, and quickly melted the snow below while smoking.

"She likes suicide attacks?" Zhang Luo asked.

Frankenstein, who was standing aside with his arms crossed, did not answer Zhang Luo's question directly, but just whispered: "She is a waste product." ”

"Why?" Zhang Luo immediately asked.

"Because it's polluted." The girl's expression seemed a little frustrated: "I can't purify her." ”

"Oh?"

Zhang Luo was about to ask what kind of pollution it was, but he sensed the location of Frankenstein's death, and a terrifying change occurred again.

A translucent cloud of water vapor rose from Frankenstein's shattered corpse as if it were alive, and suddenly enveloped the dozen or so lizardmen soldiers who were standing at the front, too late to dodge. The other lizardmen in the back clearly didn't realize that something was wrong in front of them, and they were still pushing and shoving forward, their mouths still letting out rough howls. However, a few white-haired werewolves walking behind suddenly stopped their steps, and the snow-white hairs on their muscular backs suddenly stood up.

- Obviously, werewolves have a much stronger sense of the threat of death than brainless lizardmen, and now, those werewolves do feel that some indescribable changes are taking place in the "steam" ahead.

Click!

Burst!

A strange sound came out of the steam, but the army of executioners behind them couldn't see what was going on inside, and the fog seemed to have its own blurring effect, completely obscuring the view of the other monsters.

However, Zhang Luo, who did not see with his eyes, but was using his "mind" to observe, naturally saw clearly-

"I'll go." He couldn't help but sigh: "This is really handsome......"

The lizardmen wrapped in the steam shrank rapidly like ice cream heated by high temperatures, twisting their bodies constantly, but they couldn't get rid of the seemingly "gentle" steam.

Their vocal cords are completely burned out the moment they open their mouths, and the decay that begins from the inside to the outside goes at the same time as the erosion that penetrates from the outside of the skin into the bone marrow. It is impossible for these monsters to resist, and they can only feel their bodies completely turned to ashes in a desperate struggle.

If that's all there is to it, then Frankenstein is no different from the "Corrosive Star", and what really amazes Zhang Luo is the incredible ability of that steam.

"Huh?"

As the steam dissipated, the lizardmen army behind them suddenly fell silent, and it was not their comrades who slowly appeared from the steam. Rather—

At the same time as they were destroyed, the dozen or so lizardmen actually merged again.

The original dozen or so brown-skinned lizardmen have become a mixture of bones and flesh at this time, which is difficult to describe in words, and the degree of curiosity is even worse than Zhang Luo's "meat cube form":

Its original butt had become its head, its eyes had become its toes, its bones protruding from its mouth, its half-corroded organs had been spliced together, and it was still oozing a colorful liquid similar to Skittles.

If the corpse had become like this, this thing that even God didn't recognize had consciousness and the ability to move. It staggered forward with a crackling sound, and burning fragments of skin and organs fell from its body one after another, creating a colorful postmodernist abstract painting on the snow.

"I didn't expect this product to be an artist......" Zhang Luo whispered.

"The plague on her body can't be removed, so I'm locked down." The girl reached out and tugged at the heavy collar of her military coat: "Stay away from her." ”

"Are you sure that gas masks still have a role to play in the face of this 'plague'?" Zhang Luo opened his eyes and stared at the scientist beside him.

"Psychological comfort." Frankenstein replied.

Frankenstein's unleashing thing can't be described as a "plague" alone, and is even crazier than Corrosion - after all, Corrosion will only kill your comrades, not stitch their corpses together into a new prey.

"What the hell is this?"

Zhang Luo concentrated his mind and began to analyze the "steam" wafting from Frankenstein's corpse with domain control.

And then, a silent massacre...... Here we go. (To be continued.) )