In the endless darkness, in addition to the sound of metal grinding echoing in their ears, everyone also heard the sound of gasps coming from nowhere, and something seemed to be slowly approaching them in the cavern.

When all the mech lighting equipment and the flashlights in the hands of the six people converge the lights in one place.

A disgusting and terrifying thing, a monster that shouldn't exist in this world, staggered in front of their eyes, slowly approaching them.

What like a person? But there was no one like him. That's not human, at least it seems. He has a human body, human feet, but two hands, which are not human at all.

The bloody right arm was like the scythe of death, and drops of gooey blood dripped from the tip of the scythe. The uncoordinated left arm was a huge claw as tall as this monster, and the sharp claws glittered in the light, blooming with a demonic light that was blue and purple.

The guy's head had sunk into his neck, but his eyes were unusually protruding, several times larger than a goose egg. A large mouth of blood that was cracked in the chest, full of creepy sharp teeth. The skin on the body was almost completely burst, as if it had been broken by muscles and tendons, and the bright pink musculature was exposed.

Between the frightening crimson muscles, the blue-purple blood vessels and tendons bulge and protrude, which makes people see clearly, and it is even more hideous and terrifying, and the whole body exudes a disgusting ** fishy smell.

The ugly monster in front of him, which violates the principles of heaven, makes people feel terrible as it is extremely disgusting. This guy's ugly and terrifying appearance makes people get goosebumps all over their bodies when they see it, and they can't help but tremble.

There can be such a monster in the world.

There can be no such strange monster in the world.

There is only one explanation for this, it is the god of death sent by fate from hell, this is the irresistible call of fate, and it is also the final return of the fallen leaves to their roots.

As long as you look at the guy in front of you more, you can't help but want to vomit. But at this time, everyone who was frightened couldn't take their eyes off it, staring at this ugly monster.

"What the hell is this!"

Everyone was stunned by the monster in front of them, which was far beyond their understanding. The kind of unrealistic scary monsters that can only appear in horror movies actually stand in front of their eyes, motionless and confronting them.

The thin air was instantly frozen with tension, it didn't matter how ugly this monster was, the important thing was that none of them knew what would happen next. Unknown doubts are more frightening than sudden fears.

"Guards! Take Kafka and Yulia away, this is not the place for them to eat popcorn and watch the show. Everybody remove the armed insurance, listen to my dictates and fire together and burn this disgusting fellow. Oh my god, is this the entrance to hell? The warden shouted.

The stubborn Yulia was really frightened this time, as a doctor of biology, she knew more about the existence of biological mentality than these prison guards with developed limbs and simple minds, she had never heard of such a monster, could this really be some kind of supernatural thing, a curse from an ancient psychic medium or a wizard, otherwise there could be no such thing in the world, this is completely more terrible than Satan.

Yulia turned to run away, but suddenly tripped over something that looked like a leather ball, and she shone a flashlight at it. It turned out to be a human head, a rotting bloody human head, and she could even see maggots wriggling in the carrion and green-headed flies crawling around.

At this time, Yulia felt a strong heat wave behind her, and she was about to look back, when a fat hand, tightly grasping her arm, dragged her in the direction she came, and ran away.

The warden commanded ten "flame mechs" and turned on the flamethrower at the same time, and the temperature of 8,000 degrees Celsius sprayed in a semicircle towards the crimson body of the monster in the pitch-black hole. Blazing fire burned wildly in the cavern, and the flames turned endless darkness into daylight.

At the same time, the warden ordered all the shots to be fired, twenty-four machine guns of various sizes, firing fiercely at the burning fireballs, and the deafening sound of gunfire resounded through the ground, hitting everyone's eardrums and causing pain.

Bullet casings flew everywhere, crashing into each other's mechs, making a crackling sound as corn turned into popcorn. For a while, the burning sound of fire, the sound of guns and cannons, and the roar of monsters were mixed together, and resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Silence forever becomes the Red Lotus Hell.

The flames and the shooting never stopped, and they were going to burn the monster to ashes and beat it into a honeycomb. The attack lasted for half an hour until all the fuel tanks were burned out and the last bullet was fired.

When everything was calm again, the monster in front of him was already a black mass of charred flesh.

"Is that guy dead?"

"Looks like he won't survive."

"Let's take a look and give him two more cuts."

Three prison guards dressed in "flame mechs" cautiously walked towards the charred meat balls. They turned on the blade device on their right arm one after another, preparing to make up for the meat ball a few more times, so that the monster that escaped from hell would die more completely.

Suddenly, something flew out of the charred ball, and the pitch-black ball of flesh quickly unfolded.

Before the two prison guards could react, they were instantly impaled through their bodies.

Piercing their bodies was the monster's scythe-like right arm. Another guard tried to turn and run away, but was grabbed by the monster's thick left arm and fell to the cave wall, becoming a puddle of meat in a metal can.

"Retreat, retreat! Everyone paid attention to safety and quickly withdrew to the hole. It seems that this guy has rough skin and thick meat, and our weapons can't help it. ”

Before the warden could finish speaking, the four prison guards in front of him, in the blink of an eye, had been cut off by the monster's sharp scythe's left arm up to the waist, blood splattered, and internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

"Franky Mill, use the blasting bomb, use the blasting bomb, the one on the far left! The one on the far left! ”

Franky Mill sat in the cockpit, as a well-informed agent, he had never heard of such a strange thing, and he panicked for a while, nervousness, coupled with unskilled operation, so that he could not switch to the blasting bomb correctly for a long time.

I saw the monster rushing towards the "Frost Mecha", and in the pitch-black cave, the "Frost Mecha" with six groups of eighteen searchlights was obviously the most conspicuous target, although it could make its fuselage as dark as a dark cave.

Just when the monster's huge arm was about to grab the head of the "Frost Mecha", at this critical moment of life and death, Frankimir finally completed the loading of the blasting bomb.

He decisively pressed the launch button, and the blasting projectile came out of the cannon on the left shoulder of the "Frost Mech" and hit the monster's sharp right arm.

The huge thrust of the cannonball pushed the monster back more than ten meters, and although the monster's forehead and upper body were huge, his lower body was very thin, which made the monster a little difficult to maintain balance, so that Frankimir was able to escape.

Strangely enough, however, the blasting bullet that was fired into the monster's right arm did not seem to react at all. Could it be that after years of unused placement, the blasting bomb has lost its original power and has become an out-and-out dud?

If there is such a mess at this time, then it is really the Grim Reaper who has taken them in, and this guy may really be sent by the Grim Reaper. Frankimir never thought that he would fight for the great ** cause for the rest of his life, but now it seems that he can only die honorably.

He never imagined that he would die like this, to be killed by such a monster that came out of nowhere, and he couldn't even imagine how his epitaph would be written in the future, and whether those guys would believe such a thing.

While Frankimir was still hesitating, he suddenly heard a loud bang. The blasting projectile that was fired into the monster's right arm finally exploded. The monster had a wound in its right arm, and the wound was covered with flesh and blood, and the monster roared wildly.

"Don't stop, keep shooting, blow up this crumb!" The warden shouted.

Frankimir fired a series of blasting bombs, and saw that the monster's right arm was completely blown off, and his body was also injured in many places. Until all the blasting shells were used up, Frank Miir reflexively flapped the firing button.

The blaster attacks seemed to be effective, and the monsters had begun to fear them and fled into the depths of the cavern. Although they paid a heavy price, they eventually fought off the monsters.

Franky Mill turned around and looked for the guards and wardens who had evacuated behind him as he fired a series of blasting bombs. Only then did he realize that the warden was lying on the ground, with a very painful expression on his face.

Franky Mill made the "Frost Mech" crouch down and lower the height of his vision. He was amazed to see it. The sharp right arm of the monster that had been blown off pierced the warden's thigh, and blood continued to gush out.

Frankimir quickly lifted the warden up with the "Frost Mech", and did not dare to hesitate at all, running in the direction of the cave, he knew that any delay could endanger the warden's life, and the injury on his leg looked very serious, and it would not take long to bleed to death.

When they rushed out of the cave, the onlookers saw that the warden was injured, and they were all frightened, and they didn't know what to do. They didn't bother to ask for details, or where the rest of the prison guards had gone, and they were busy treating the warden's wounds.

The warden was soon taken to the infirmary, where the frightened Yulia immediately injected the warden with anesthetic, while Kafka was busy disinfecting it, not knowing what was on the monster, so they didn't dare to bother with it.

After three hours of surgery, they finally removed the monster's sharp right arm from the warden's thigh and stitched up the warden's wound. The warden's leg was badly injured and likely to affect his future walking.

Kafka suggested looking for some auxiliary mechanical tendons that would allow the warden to regain his ability to walk. Yulia, on the other hand, thinks that she will wait and see, and then proceed to the next step of diagnosis according to her future recovery.

During this time, Professor Saul and Dr. Zhukov learned from Franky Mire and the two surviving prison guards about their battle with monsters in the cave. Professor Thor asked all of Glarry's engineers to quickly install a strong enough iron door at the entrance to the cavern, and although he didn't know if it would stop the monster, it was one of the most feasible methods at the moment.

Professor Saul then had all the explosive shells and other shells of comparable power come in, which are not many in the Gulagri, and they are not an arsenal or an arsenal. He had the "Frost Mech" refilled with ammo and all the bazookas to fire the remaining shells, believing that any terrible monster could be subdued if he found the right way. He demanded that the guards be on guard 24 hours a day, and that he should call immediately and inform the Ministry of State Security to send commandos over.

Professor Zhukov was at a loss from beginning to end, he couldn't say a word, he couldn't believe what he had heard, he only hoped that the warden would wake up as soon as possible and take charge of the overall situation to study the next step.