Just as Su Hao was about to learn more about the situation, there was a shout full of panic and panic from outside the wooden house.

"They, they're coming."

"It's a mutant! Oh, my God! We're finished! ”

"Get the weapons, you have to stop them!"

Su Hao opened the door and met the old priest Salam Saaka, who wanted to push the door in, with a face full of panic and despair. It gulped its throat and pointed to the dilapidated wooden fence not far away with a trembling finger, and there was no trace of blood on its pale face, and it shouted breathlessly: "Yes, yes...... They...... It's going to kill us all......"

Following Salam Saaka's guidance, Su Hao saw dozens of shadows moving swiftly in the mountains and forests.

Thirty-three, to be exact. At the forefront are a group of agile mutants in the form of dogs and cats. Four pig-shaped mutants who were more than six meters tall and had a huge body ran at the back of the crowd. Their short, sturdy legs and feet could not keep up with the speed of their agile counterparts, but they were like four powerful trains, carving their way through the mountains and forests full of weeds and shrubs.

Meng Qi also ran out of the house and saw these attacking mutants.

Su Hao didn't stop Meng Qi's movements, but just said in a flat voice, "What do you think of these guys?" ”

Meng Qi could somewhat guess the meaning of Su Hao's words, and also understood that Su Hao had no ill will towards him, so he nodded: "Very strong." My caravan consisted of only eight escorts, and the overall comparison was barely tied. But mutants are not indigenous after all, and they cooperate very well with each other. If you are only one of the agile type or the force type of force, it is still easy to deal with. The most troublesome thing is this kind of attack that matches each other. ”

Su Hao's voice was not loud, and he could only hear it from Meng Qi and Salam Saaka, who were standing beside him: "I know that you have some doubts about my origins. Hehe! I never lie about this kind of thing, and there is no need to cheat. We are warriors, from another world. As for the strength we have, you can judge for yourselves. ”

In the bushes in the distance, several extremely swift figures appeared.

It was the rest of the "worker bee" team members who were lurking outside the village according to Su Hao's order. With their different weapons in their hands, they struck the rushing mutants from the side. In just one face, the same number of agile mutants were screaming, and they were slashed in half from the middle of their bodies.

The "worker bees" did not choose any offensive line at all, and did not hesitate to have any obstacles directly in front of them. During their time in Molizaka, they had figured out the general composition of the basic plants and stones around them. In the face of evolutionary man, these obstacles have no effect. The sheer force of the force can shatter them completely. Crushed by this unmatched force, a large tree more than half a meter thick burst from the middle, and the wood chips and stray leaves mixed together, making it impossible for the frightened mutants to distinguish their targets. When the cold-faced "worker bee" pounced from the debris and leaves, the fierceness in the mutant's eyes had turned to despair, and he also saw the sharp dagger that cut straight at his throat.

Sharp screeches continued to sound in the air, the result of moving too fast, causing a sonic boom in the air. The bodies of the "worker bees" suddenly arched, like cannonballs that came out of their disembowels and shot into the mutant crowd, whether it was a battle axe or a steel spear, a dagger or a short sword, like lightning passing in the dark night, pulling out a series of shiny and dazzling white cold lights, accompanied by a "snort" sound, leaving shocking wounds on the mutants. Then, pick up a splash of blood.

Apparently stimulated by the large number of deaths and injuries of his companions, the Pig-Man roared frantically and pounced on the nearest "worker bee". It wielded its left arm, which had evolved into a heavy hammer, and smashed it down on the figure that was far inferior in height and size, and the hammer head with a length of more than two meters immediately smashed a huge crater in the ground, and the earth flew out in all directions, and the ground also brought a strong vibration. Without waiting for the pigman to pick up the hammer again, the "worker bee" that dodged in time had already completed the flexible turning action among the grass, turned a circle with his toes, and went around behind the bulky pigman from the side, raised the short sword with a cruel smile, and stabbed into the soft flank of the pigman with a "pounce", clenched the hilt of the sword, and turned back and forth fiercely and abnormally.

"Whew————"

The anguished pigman turned his back to the sky and let out a terrible howl. It subconsciously scratched behind it with its right hand, and its body rotated in the direction of the sting, but its clumsy movements could not keep up with the sensitive speed of the "worker bee". Seeing the opportunity, the "worker bee" stabbed the second sword again, and at the same time pulled vertically towards the upper part of the body, from the armpit to the front abdomen, opening another wound more than a meter long.

The pigman's blood flowed more and more, and the intestines flowed out of the abdomen, dragging it nearly half a meter away on the ground. Blood was pouring from its mouth and nose, it was panting, its hammer swinging slower and slower, and its pace staggering. A few seconds later, the huge black pig's trotters stepped heavily on the intestines that were dragging on the ground, and the bulky pigman did not notice it at all, but the liver and kidneys were completely pulled out of the body by this powerful force. The excruciating pain and feeling of emptiness frightened the pig man for the first time in his life. It instinctively turned around and tried to flee towards the mountain, but was stopped by the "worker bee" who had been waiting for an opportunity, wielding a short sword to accurately cut off the genitals under the pigman's crotch. In the frenzied gushing blood and terrible screams, the tall pigmen fell like a mountain.

Pig-shaped mutants are obviously easier to deal with than agile dog-people. Although the skin on the surface of their bodies is as thick as a shield, their movements are clumsy. After killing three pigmen in a row, the last pigman sensed that something was wrong and turned around to escape. The two "worker bees" did not intend to let it go, and outflanked them from the left and right. A heavy battle axe slashed into the pigman's neck from the side, leaving a clear mark of blood on the surface of the thick skin, and half of the blade sank into the pigman's neck. Due to the excessive amount of force, the entire axe was firmly stuck by the shattered spine. The pig man howled in severe pain as he grabbed the tomahawk from his shoulder with his backhand, and bent and twisted it in his hand so hard that the entire axe body bent in a distinct arc.

The creature doesn't seem to have any intelligence, doesn't know how to fight back, and simply grabs its weapon to vent its anger. Another "worker bee" hurriedly stretched out his foot and stepped on it, like a light feather, flew up to the pigman's shoulder, and turned the dagger in his hand back like lightning, and **** the pigman's right eye. Without waiting for the pig man to react, he pulled out the dagger with great speed and **** his left eye again.

Pigmen who have lost their ability to see are stumbling around like headless flies. A "worker bee" took the opportunity to throw the spear in his hand into the pigman's throat. The sharp tip of the spear pierced the pigman's neck, and the heavy and massive body flew backwards, nailing straight to a large tree that could hardly be hugged by two people.

There was a strong blood condensation in the sky above Suan Kakama Village, and both the villagers and the caravan guards maintained their own fixed movements, staring blankly at the incomparably chaotic area outside the village, filled with corpses and minced flesh, smeared red by the blood of internal organs.

Meng Qi's mouth was wide open, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it if he was killed. However, the facts were in front of us, and in less than half a minute, more than thirty mutants had been slaughtered, and they didn't even have a chance to fight back and escape.

Yes, it was indeed a massacre. It's like a battle between mutants and natives. Bloody and cruel, leaving no room for life. But these strange warriors are clearly very good at killing. They always attack at the vital points of the target's body, or the joints of the legs, feet, and arms. Either kill with one hit, or incapacitate the opponent on the spot, and then adjust the force and direction to continue the pursuit.

I didn't know what it was, Meng Qi only felt chills all over his body, and from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, there was an irresistible chill. Its teeth couldn't help but start chattering. Looking at Su Hao's tall back, he even had the urge to kneel down and worship.

It's just too strong.

It is unimaginable that the battle of eight people, thirty-three mutants, and completely unequal strength and number can be solved in less than a minute.

Those people were obviously lurking nearby, and they were absolutely obedient to the man named Su Hao in front of them. Incredibly, what kind of relationship is this? If it is to obey up and down with strength, doesn't it mean that Su Hao's strength far exceeds those people?

Meng Qi suddenly felt that he was really small. In front of Su Hao, not even a grain of sand is counted.

Regret and fear instantly dominated Meng Qi's entire thinking. It didn't think much about it at all, its knees bent, it knelt heavily behind Su Hao, and begged in the most humble voice with an extremely frank worship: "I am willing to be your most humble servant and become your most devout follower." ”

Meng Qi has always believed that the legend of the main god and the warrior is nonsense.

Now, it's finally convinced.

At least, the fighters are real.

Never before has there been such a brave and powerful warrior on the continent of Rabangca. The flow of information between businessmen is fast, and the sources of intelligence are more extensive than those of ordinary people. Meng Qi knew very well that even those great warriors, knights, fighters, and kings who were compiled into poetry and praised by everyone were far inferior to these strangers with indifferent expressions in front of them.

Are they really from another world?

Are there really other civilizations outside of Rabangka?

I must be crazy. But the eyes never deceive the brain, it all happens in front of me, and it can be touched for real.

The old priest Salam Saaka was the only one in the entire village who shouted wildly. Wielding its canes and bare feet, it was constantly cheering and roaring loudly inside and outside the village. Suddenly there was a wild laugh of "quack", suddenly there was an inexplicable cry, and even grabbed the hair with his hands, uprooted it, and scratched his body with sharp and dirty nails, and his naked body was soon covered with dense blood marks.

The old priest seemed to be celebrating, or perhaps thanking the Lord God for the brave warriors who had descended on the village of Suan Kakama.

It wasn't until Salam Saaka threw himself into the torn belly of a pig-man, picked up the broken intestines like a dog, and chewed on the feces with the blood, that it became clear that the irritated old priest had gone mad.

……

Night was fast approaching.

There is no longer chaos in Suan Kakama Village, and the bodies of the mutants who have been killed have been dragged to an open space in the middle of the village, where they are distributed by a few selected villagers. Illuminated by bonfires and torches, there were scattered limbs and entrails everywhere. Although their body shape and appearance are very different from those of humans, they are not much different when cut into them. Especially the legs and feet of those agile dog people, which are slightly longer than the average person's enhanced version.

The weapons used by the villagers are exactly the same as those used in the village of Molizaka. They swung their massive axes at the dead mutants, splattering their bodies with scattered flesh and blood, and the villagers showed no disgust at the filthy bloodstains, and their faces and eyes undisguised ecstasy.

Being able to eat is nothing more beautiful than this.

There are only three children in the village, all of whom are around five or six years old. Two boys, one woman and three children, are very interested in the matter of dismembering the corpses of mutants. They crouched side by side beside the clearing, watching the villagers swing their axes again and again, and fall again and again. The cracking of axe blades and broken bones, and the "fluttering" of broken muscles, always elicits the hearty laughter of these children. They were clearly looking forward to the upcoming dinner, and they really couldn't keep their hunger at bay. Su Hao saw more than once that these children took advantage of the adults' inattention, secretly tore off a piece of meat from the corpse of the mutant, hid in the corner and quickly ate it. Especially the youngest girl, who always dipped her fingers in the blood of the corpse that flowed to the ground, kept stuffing it into her mouth and sucking it slowly. Like, that's a sweet and sour hawthorn drink.

The villagers of Suan Kakama village are very frugal. They didn't eat and drink, but distributed the mutant heads fairly according to the specific number of villagers. The huge pigman's head was washed in half and put into a cauldron to boil. This simple cooking is chilling to look at, and there is an extremely nauseous desire to vomit. It's not that recipes like boiling people are offensive, but the villagers of Suan Kakama really have no concept of hygiene and cleanliness. They simply grilled the severed heads of mutants on a fire, burned the hairs off the surface, and scraped off large blackened parts with hard stones. The mutant heads looked unrecognizable, but the villagers didn't make any further moves, just throwing them straight into the soup pot.

In the eyes of Su Hao and the "worker bee", such cooking is undoubtedly very dirty and disgusting. After all, in addition to the dirt on the surface, mutants have snot, earwax, tear ducts, respiratory mucous membranes, and tartar, just like other animals...... These messy things don't let alone eat them in your stomach, just looking at them makes you feel dirty. What's the difference between boiling water and pig food mixed with poop?

At the same time, the intestines were chopped up, the heart was chopped, and the liver was crushed into the meat.

The villagers of Suan Kakama are very frugal, and they are reluctant to throw away any of what they can eat, let alone scrape their intestines back and forth with a knife. The mutant intestines are covered with a lot of oil, which is dirty, but it means rich nutrition, and it is also the best delicacy in the eyes of the natives of Rabangka.

Can you imagine what kind of garbage this kind of soup made from scattered internal organs and mutant human heads would be?

When the elated villagers held a large bowl of freshly cooked broth and respectfully delivered it to Su Hao, he really had the urge to stuff this filthy thing directly on the top of the villagers' heads.

The broth is completely black-brown and looks like silt from the bottom of the river. The head of the small half pig-shaped mutant was soaked in the soup, and the half-cut off pig ears were slanted into the water, like a strangely shaped reef in the middle of the river. As the villagers holding the bowl shook, a round white object the size of a ping-pong ball slowly floated on the bottom of the black bowl. This thing must have been crushed underneath the pigman's head, and now it's floating back on the noodle soup. Its surface has a lot of messy mucous membranes, which are reminiscent of discarded pork trough meat and lymph nodes in the vegetable market.

Su Hao thinks that he is also a ruthless character who has seen too many bloody and cruel pictures and experienced countless killings. But in the face of such a bowl of soup, he couldn't be as calm and indifferent as before. There is a thick layer of lard floating on the soup noodles, or rather, the boiled fat of mutants. There are no green onions and ginger, no grass fruit star anise, no Sichuan pepper or chili pepper, and the fishy and pungent smell almost makes you vomit. The soup looks very thick, like a thick dish made of small flour on earth. But Su Hao knew very well that it should be the effect of pig-shaped mutant human snot and respiratory mucosa boiling in soup. The villagers of Molizaka also like to drink this dirty thing. They love this special sticky texture and think it's a supreme delicacy.

Maybe it's to make this bowl of filthy broth look even more good. The swarthy fingers of the villagers who were full of flattery stirred back and forth in the soup. As it shoved its fingers into its mouth and sucked the soup, a mixture of yellowish and sticky white slowly floated up from the bottom of the bowl.

It was the brain of a pig-shaped mutant, shredded, and it looked like a white cloud moving slowly through the night, but it was full of evil cruelty and gore.

Su Hao couldn't hold back any longer. His face was full of iron, and he only felt that his stomach was churning, as if the biscuits and cooked meat he had eaten in his stomach at noon had turned into monsters, and he was constantly screaming in his stomach and intestines. There was no worse feeling than this, Su Hao hurriedly covered his lips with his hands, for fear that he would not be able to control himself and vomit on the spot, so he turned around as fast as he could and fled in a hurry.

Appearance. The swarthy fingers of the villagers who were full of flattery stirred back and forth in the soup. As it shoved its fingers into its mouth and sucked the soup, a mixture of yellowish and sticky white slowly floated up from the bottom of the bowl.

It was the brain of a pig-shaped mutant, shredded, and it looked like a white cloud moving slowly through the night, but it was full of evil cruelty and gore.

Su Hao couldn't hold back any longer. His face was full of iron, and he only felt that his stomach was churning, as if the biscuits and cooked meat he had eaten in his stomach at noon had turned into monsters, and he was constantly screaming in his stomach and intestines. There was no worse feeling than this, Su Hao hurriedly covered his lips with his hands, for fear that he would not be able to control himself and vomit on the spot, so he turned around as fast as he could and fled in a hurry.