Not only the companions, but even the pork chops are not around to act alone, when was the last time it came?

Can't remember.

The loneliness of being in danger and having no one to trust behind it, and only oneself as far as the eye can see, is nerve-wracking, but it's also exciting.

Feeling the sensation of his heartbeat racing slightly, Gordon laughed, took off his filter mask and goggles, put on his helmet, and pulled down his armor.

Under the mysterious protection provided by the talisman stone, the microorganisms in the miasma have lost their vitality before they have entered his body.

Although the pungent rancid smell in the air was still frowned upon, it no longer had any substantial negative effects on his body.

Looking away from the dark blue flesh that burned with a terrifying phosphorus fire on the side of the road, Gordon followed the passage of the Basiosaurus's backbone and ribs.

Finally, he came to the end of the passage.

One side is crawling with all kinds of mycelium and fungus blankets, so that it is endowed with a kind of living thing-like texture, as if the cliff that still breathes and wriggles is blocking in front of him.

There was a crack in the cliff, and a large number of scarlet, vines that looked like the muscles of a creature that had been stripped away, dangled in front of the crack, blocking the way.

"It's kind of disgusting." Gordon frowned and muttered to himself.

Pull out the peeling knife and play twice on the muscle vines.

The texture of this thing is not as soft as real muscles, it is more like a plant, but it has the elasticity and toughness that plants do not have, and the surface is covered with a layer of reddish mucus.

It was like tissue fluid oozing from a muscle, with a slight smell of blood, making it difficult to tell if it was a plant or something else.

If you were a scholar here, you would be excited to start sampling, and there are no similar biological forms like this, and the research value is quite high.

But Gordon wasn't interested, he swung his knife and slashed a few times, then put his arms into it, forcefully stretched the fleshy vines to the sides, and then squeezed in sideways.

It felt like it had been swallowed into the belly of some supergiant creature and writhed through its narrow intestines.

An inexplicable association arose in Gordon's mind.

After squeezing eight or nine meters away in the flesh vines, he finally crossed the barrier and came to the other side of the crack passage.

The moment he raised his head, Gordon felt that he must have come to the underworld.

The first thing that caught my eye was the mountains of corpses.

This is not an exaggerated metaphor, but the corpses and bones of countless creatures of all sizes are literally piled up into small mountains.

The miasma around them was "alive", clinging to the corpses that had not yet been completely reduced to bones, and constantly disintegrating the rotting flesh.

It's like the wind blowing through the sand, and there is a continuous "rustling" sound in my ears, but there is no wind around at all.

It was the movement of countless invisible microorganisms continuing to gnaw and decompose corpses.

Looking up, there was a hazy blood-colored sky.

But reason told him that he was deep underground, and it was impossible to see the sky.

Even if there is a miasma that obscures the vision, how staggering is the scale of this underground cavern?

No, now is not the time to enjoy the scenery.

Gordon took out the pocket watch that Anhill had given him and looked at it, it took more than ten minutes to walk through the bone passage and the "fence" composed of those flesh and blood vines, considering that the time available for his own exploration was actually very limited and could not be wasted.

I looked at the guide worm that led the way.

I don't know when these shiny little creatures turned from bright yellow to starry blue.

Maybe it's the same thing that the guide worm turns red when he approaches the monster, and this blue glow might symbolize something, but he doesn't have time to guess right now.

Follow the guide worm and run between the mountains of corpses.

Suddenly, two paralyzed dragons emerged from between the corpses and pounced on the hunter.

Their scales were not as bright as their companions in the valley floor, but a decaying gray, and their eyes were covered in thick pannus, as if they had long since lost their sight.

This image reminded Gordon of those pterodactyls that had been eroded by miasma.

It stands to reason that the paralytic rapids have already evolved the ability to live in symbiosis with miasma, is it because the miasma here is so active that they can't adapt to it?

The two paralyzed dragon monsters screamed, and Gordon became irritable, "I don't have time to waste time with you!" ”

He strode forward, slashing down with his great sword, smashing the head of one of the paralyzed thief dragons and immediately turning around and slashing them horizontally, slashing the other one in two.

The paralyzed thief dragon that was cut in half seemed to feel no pain at all, propped up the ground with its forelimbs, and dragged the front half of its body with internal organs flowing out and continued to pounce.

This apparently abnormal state of affairs startled Gordon.

He quickly retreated half a step, picked up his sword, and slashed the "half" paralyzed thief dragon vertically in two, only then did he kill it completely.

However, its corpse still looked as if it was not completely dead, its broken jaws seemed to want to bite something, and the limbs on the corpse were constantly scratching the ground.

"What the hell?" Gordon couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

At this time, he realized that there were far more "living creatures" around him.

Like these two paralyzed dragons, many miasma-engulfed monsters lay on their stomachs and walked through the mountains of corpses.

They should be alive, after all, they move.

But many of them should have died, such as the pterodactyl that was still twitching and moving with only half of its body left, and the skull that was still slowly opening and closing after a creature that was not recognizable for a while, with only a few muscles remaining.

In the face of this strange scene, even Gordon's courage couldn't help but be furious.

He looked down at the gauntlet that shimmered on his chest.

If it weren't for the protection provided by this thing, he might have been corrupted into something similar, right?

Thinking of this, Gordon didn't dare to stay in place for long, he didn't have time to clean up the blood stains on the blade, so he put away the big sword and continued to move forward, for fear of attracting the attention of this group of "living corpses".

Kicking away the bones that stood in his way, the hunter quickened his pace.

The ground beneath your feet was sticky and slippery, it was mud soaked in rotten blood, and it would make a "puff puff" sound when you stepped on it.

At this time, Gordon no longer has the excitement of exploring the unknown.

He just wanted to confirm the body of the Yan Wang Dragon as soon as possible, and then leave this hellish place!

Suddenly, the guide insects that formed a conspicuous light path suddenly flew apart, and they landed on an exceptionally large corpse, and Gordon stopped.

It was a dark red corpse, and just looking at it, it seemed as if you could feel a burning breath.

The corpse was incomplete, its abdomen was empty, revealing dark yellow ribs.

The limbs and skull were still relatively intact, but the muscles that had been strong were gone, the limbs were shriveled as if they had completely lost water, and only bones remained under the tough skin.

Gordon quickly came to the back of the corpse.

The tip of the tail was gone, and the fracture of the bone basically matched the stump they had found earlier.

It is basically impossible for such a huge corpse to be dragged, otherwise it will leave very obvious marks.

So this is where this Flame King Dragon is buried, so who killed it? And who took the tail away?

A figure flashed through Gordon's mind.

- A clawed dragon wandering around with rotting pieces of flesh in its mouth.

This is just an unfounded speculation, but considering the bite marks on the broken tail, it is really possible that it was a miserable clawed dragon, or a fierce clawed dragon touched in, bit off the corpse, and took the tail away.

It may be the Miserable Claw Dragon that took away the tail, but what about killing it?

With this final question in mind, Gordon continued to examine the body closely.

Finally, he found a huge claw mark on the head of the corpse.

The claw marks were so deep that they directly tore through the mane and scale armor that the Yanwang Dragon was proud of, leaving four deep marks on its skull.

At the same time, there are some fine cracks that spread out along the claw marks.

"Good guy, this claw directly cracked the skull of the Yanwang Dragon?!"

(End of chapter)