Soon, Huai Shi, who was wearing an automatic rifle and a gas mask, was kicked out of the car and followed the macho brothers of the Sublimator's suppression force into the manor where there were still flames.

As far as the eye can see, there is a white ground.

In the burned wastelands and ruins, you can constantly see huge monsters, whether they are scales that still have a terrible hardness, or a hideous skeleton...... It's like coming from hell, and it doesn't look like a weird thing that natural evolution can become.

Other than that, there was only a dead silence in the manor.

The further he went, the cooler Huai Shi's heart became—what the hell were these bastards ambushed here, and even now, there were still wisps of black gas slowly rising from under the white ash and dissipating into the air.

The stout soldiers in gas masks also seemed to be unable to bear the pressure here, and some of them constantly stumbled to the ground with weak legs, and were hurriedly dragged off the field by their teammates to receive first aid from the medical team.

But Huai Shi doesn't seem to have any.

I couldn't help but feel no discomfort, and even my consciousness was so clear that my body's reaction speed and perception began to become sensitive.

"Abyssal sedimentation, which has been converted into a feeding ground, is even more concentrated than the border. ”

To this, Ai Qing in the communication replied: "Proper pressure will make your soul run faster, just like diving, but for ordinary people who have not cast their souls, these sediments are highly poisonous, and this is the kind of trick that cultists like the most." ”

"Uh......"

Huai Shi picked up her rifle and looked around carefully: "What exactly do they want to do?"

"Who knows, you probably want to play a big one, right?"

Ai Qing's tone was calm: "Once the large army enters here, it will increase the depth of this place with the mark given by the gods, as if it is stuffing us into the stomach of something, and the black gas you see is equivalent to gastric juice, and it will be digested slowly when the time comes......"

Huai Shi was terrified, shrunk her neck, and became more and more vigilant.

Although the power of the special affairs department is huge, after all, it is within the system, and there are many inconveniences, and at most it will be a few rounds of mortars when encountering this kind of thing. Even if it is a terrorist, who would have thought that there is such a lame woman with abnormal brain circuits in the decision-making level who will release missiles without saying a word?

This is still in China!

What are you working on?

Not only the friendly forces, but even the spirits of the unlucky ghosts in the sky would probably have a black question mark on their faces.

Fortunately, Ai Qing's heavenly justice and the next white phosphorus incendiary bomb washed the ground thoroughly, and now there is not even a living insect in the manor.

Even if there were any stinky fish and shrimp that were not blown up and burned to death, they were all burned by poisonous gas and their lungs were burned and fell to the ground.

Huai Shi saw a hideous corpse in the innermost layer of the ruins, as if it was in the range of destruction when the missile exploded, half of its body was scorched, but it did not die on the spot, but struggled to escape.

Immediately afterward, the white phosphorus incendiary bomb that did not fall from the sky was engulfed, and burned alive in flames like maggots on tarsal bones, turning into a twisted mass of charcoal.

I can vaguely distinguish the beast-like face.

The half-burned, half-shattered face revealed an ape-like shattered skull, with large, sharp teeth that shattered in two with a slight blow from the barrel.

Although it is said that you have science and I have miraculous skills, it has been proved that miraculous skills still cannot beat science.

Although it is impossible to tell which level of sublimation there is, and what weird stigmata there are, in the current realm, they can't withstand the suppression of the torrent of steel.

It is said that in the old magical era, nothing was like this, but with the establishment of the three major blockades of the current realm, it is becoming more and more difficult for the sublimators to mess around in the present realm.

In the details, the crow said that he would tell him after Huai Shi was officially implanted with the stigma, but he didn't take the initiative to mention anything before that, I'm afraid it's a secret that has been hidden.

After Huai Shi finally checked that there were no hidden dangers, he waved his hand behind him, and several soldiers wearing chemical protective suits came over carrying huge boxes, and neatly threw the corpse into the box and sealed it away.

The body of the sublimator is also valuable, even if it is burned into a piece of charcoal, it may be able to decompose the remains of some stigmata, and through the autopsy, it may be possible to directly determine the identity.

It's a pity that the incredulation of the incendiary bomb was too thorough, and the corpse shattered to the ground at the slightest touch.

I can't put it together.

Huai Shi continued to move forward, and after taking two steps, he felt that something was wrong, and then retreated to the same place, bending down and smearing the white ash on the ground.

He saw the iron glow of the metal through the ashes that had not yet dissipated the residual warmth of the ground, and as he continued to dig, he could discern the outline of the steel.

It's a short sword.

The gauntlets have been burned and deformed, but the bracelet on the hilt of the sword is almost charred, but the sword body is still intact, but it is covered with a layer of pitch-black carbon.

The length is about 40 centimeters, the width is about 5 centimeters, the blade is on one side, and the style seems to be a ritual instrument used for ceremonies, but when Huai Shi tried to chop, he felt very comfortable, and it looked more than just a look.

He took it in his hand and weighed it, and it didn't feel like an ordinary product.

"It's a border relic. ”

The crow's voice sounded in his ears unexpectedly: "It should be the result of digging in hell at a depth of 7 to 8, and it looks like a sacrificial knife used for living sacrifice in the Tenochtitlan Empire, good thing!"

The crow hidden in the shadow looked at him with a ghostly head, and his small eyes blinked: "Can you find a way to get dark?"

“...... Where did you come from?and, what's going on in your head?!" Huai Shi asked through the Book of Fate, "There are still people watching from behind, where can I hide?" ”

"Isn't it a common thing to start a group with black equipment?"

The crow shrugged, "Also, watch out behind you." ”

At that moment, the bleak wind broke through the air.

A chill ran from the back of his head.

Huai Shi didn't think about it, the sacrificial knife in his hand turned behind him, only to hear a sharp loud bang, and his whole person was almost knocked away by that huge force.

Fortunately, he is no longer the rookie he used to be, and with a tumble in mid-air, he turned around and landed, already facing behind him.

Then, I saw the figure slowly emerging from the air.

The first thing I saw was viscous blood dripping from the charred shell, and as the texture moved, countless tiny, bright red cracks broke into the blackened skin.

Immediately afterward, I saw countless burnt skin slowly peeling off.

It's like a snake is molting.

Broke free from the old shell and died.

A new lease of life.

In the painful spasms, the burnt dead skin fell from the body little by little, but the new skin did not seem to have had time to grow, revealing only a distorted face with blurred flesh and blood.

And those resentful eyes.

Huai Shi gasped.

"Dude, would you like to call an ambulance for you?"

He said this, but his body was not honest at all, he threw away the sacrificial knife in his hand, picked up the automatic rifle and rushed forward.

Accurately pressed the gun within ten meters, emptied a magazine in a few seconds, and then skillfully pulled out a new one from the back of the rapid reaction vest, changed the magazine with one hand, and then continued to burst.

Just kidding, if you don't shoot, do you still wait for the other side to come over and slash yourself a few more times?

Huai Shi is not sure that he will be tough with this kind of strong man who can survive under the incendiary bomb, has he just had it? Shoot first...... After the training of the Book of Destiny, today's Huai Shi does not dare to call himself the king of guns, but he is not the young boy who used to not even be able to press the gun.

Chang Wei, you still said that you don't know martial arts!

As early as when Huai Shi pulled the trigger, the strange figure tried to dodge, probably didn't expect Huai Shi to react so quickly, and didn't even ask for the border relics in his hand, when he saw Huai Shi lose something, he subconsciously pounced forward, wanting to snatch the weapon back.

But bullets are always faster than people, and in an instant, they were strung into blood gourds by twenty steel-core bullets, and the ground was covered with strangely colored green blood.

And taking advantage of the emptiness of Huaishi's reload, he had already crawled into the broken wall behind the ruins.

The macho brothers in the suppression force behind them were not dry, and they were stunned for a moment at first, but then reacted to a rain of bullets, almost beating the half-cut wall into a sieve.

Huai Shi changed the magazine, took the time to pick up the border relics from the ground and inserted them in the vest casually, and was not in a hurry to go behind the wall to check the results, reached out and took out a few iron sweet potatoes from the pockets of friendly soldiers, pulled out the latch and waited for it to be almost done, and threw it hard.

Before he could hear the sound of the explosion, he saw a shadow shoot out from behind the broken wall, with a sharp howl, and pounced straight on Huaishi.

Collapse!

Huai Shi subconsciously drew his sword to block, and felt the saber in his hand break from the middle, and he took advantage of the momentum to fall down from the sky, and he felt something cold rubbing his face, cold and piercing.

It's a sharp bone spur.

The chaotic gunfire stopped abruptly, and the soldiers who surrounded them fell to the ground as if they had lost their strength.

Through the gas mask, Huai Shi still smelled a sweet aroma, and her eyes were dizzy.

Poisonous!

He raised his hand to snatch the ashes, forcing the figure back, and felt a slump as he rose from the ground.

It was only now that he finally saw the true face of the comer.

After the baptism of missile bombardment and incendiary bombs, the man looked as if he had shed a layer of skin, a layer of pink scales could be faintly seen in his new skin, and three strange horns on his forehead, which were actually three colors.

What the heck!

"Don't coward, him!"

The crow's voice sounded in his ears, encouraging him: "The stigma of the snake is only of the second order, and it is only a little harder to survive with soul ability, and that bit of poison is not as strong as what I give you every day!"

Why don't you say a word!

Huai Shi was furious: And what do you give me food every day!

Before he had time to angrily scold that pit, the sublimator of the Snake Stigmata had already pounced again, and the bone spurs in his hand stabbed straight towards his throat, with a sharp movement and an astonishing speed...... But the posture seems to be making Huai Shi laugh.

Dude, can you do it?

Huai Shi easily flashed the spur, and suddenly pulled out the sacrificial knife pinned to his chest, the handle of the knife turned in the air, and the five fingers were held upside down, stabbing downward.

The figures staggered by, and before Huai Shi could stand firmly, he heard a terrible scream behind him.

From the shoulders to the lower back, the serpent's body was slashed by the sacrificial knife with a large crack, revealing the color of the bones underneath.

The sacrificial knife was bloody, and the layer of charcoal ash on top seemed to have been washed away, revealing the color of bronze below.

The flowing blood was sucked by the blade, converging on the blade, swimming in wisps. The wound it cut out did not shed a trace of blood, but instead shriveled up like broken wood.

It looks scary.