It was a large room that looked like a workplace, with rectangular work desks neatly placed, all of which looked like they were made of steel molded from one piece, and which looked heavy and sturdy at first glance, and the walls on the left and right sides were lined with large storage cabinets, but by this time many of them had fallen to the ground, becoming an obstacle for humans to fight the ghouls - although the actual effect was not very useful for ghouls who climbed walls and walked on the ground.

The battle took place between twenty or so men of the Thorn Barrier and six or seven ghouls.

I saw that the bullets in the room were flying wantonly, and the accurate marksmanship and good training of the thorn barrier personnel made them continue to turn bullets into a storm and sprinkle them on the ghouls, but hitting the ghouls could only make them pause, and if they were shot intensively, they would only be repelled, but in fact, they didn't even penetrate their skin, which could only play a role in delaying time, but the ghouls continued to pounce on the crowd from all directions, walls, The ceiling has become their racetrack, making it difficult for the people of the Thorn Barrier to defend even in formation.

The ghouls' attacks can break up the crowd with just one successful attack, and then if someone is left alone, they will be besieged by several nearby ghouls at the same time, and they will fall almost instantly.

But instead of killing the people they had struck, the ghouls would be sent to a dark corridor in the rear, where they would soon hear terrible screams and the sound of wild beasts biting at their prey as they ate, which made the faces of those who heard them pale, but by this time they had no way back, and if they did not want to fall into the same fate as their captured companions, they could only continue to fight to the death.

As soon as Dio walked in, his eyes couldn't help but lock on to the dark passage where the ghouls had sent their captives, and he felt that the powerful threat was there before the explosion and earthquake, but now it was weak, so weak that he couldn't even feel its presence if he didn't come here.

And almost at the same time, Dio also felt that it already knew that he was coming, and turned its gaze to it, and a series of negative emotions such as undisguised cruelty, greed, and tyranny were clearly transmitted to his heart through this invisible gaze, first trying to defeat Dior from the spiritual level.

For a moment, Dior's eyes were full of hallucinations, everything in his vision was distorted and deformed, and countless terrible creatures that could only be seen in nightmares overwhelmed him, tearing his body and licking his flesh, as if all the most terrible things were concentrated in this moment.

A faint color of blood began to spread from Dior's eyes, and he closed them, but they were still bright red. At this time, his heart began to beat violently, and the loud sound seemed to beat the drums of war, and the rich blood color seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand, showing a magnificent picture.

It's still the scene of the ancient altar in the Book of Initiation, but this time it's different from the previous rituals, under the command of the High Priest, the strongest of the many captured tribal enemies were selected and placed on the pyramidal altar, and one by one they were forcibly put on strange masks, and then put inside the altar under the manipulation of the mechanism. At this time, the warriors selected by the tribe also entered the interior through the main entrance of the altar in turn, chasing those enemies and starting the most tragic battles.

When the sun came directly above again, the main entrance to the altar opened again, and the bloodied and scarred surviving warriors stepped out of the altar, holding their masked heads aloft to the tsunami-cheers of their people......

Zla ......

The sound of something shattering sounded, Dio reopened his eyes, the scene in front of him returned to normal, and his eyes were still fixed on the shadow where he was hidden, the surging battle intent rolled in his almost boiling blood, completely suppressing reason, and the muscles under his clothes began to readjust with his instincts, turning into the most suitable battle form for him now, and in an instant he leaped up, ghostly through the warring humans and ghouls, and straight into the shadow.

There was only the coldness of the north wind and the unwavering determination in his golden pupils—to slay this old enemy, to show his glory with its blood—that was the cry of every cell in his body.

But when he pounced into the dark corridor, he suddenly found that the aura of the old enemy had disappeared silently, which meant that it had fled.

At this moment, a vicious wind struck behind him, followed by the terrifying roar of the ghouls......

......

Dion, who came in with Dior, was still observing the situation to decide what plan to take, who expected that Dior next to him suddenly changed his momentum, and rushed to the passage behind those ghouls like crazy, so fast that he could only see Dior's back disappearing into the darkness before he could react.

But then the battle in the room took a sharp turn - the ghouls who were attacking the Thorn Barrier suddenly turned and pounced in the direction of Dio's disappearance as if they had received a signal, and in a matter of seconds, the space was quiet again—except for the mess that filled the floor.

Sixteen of the Thorn Fortress survived, and they were a little dazed by the sudden departure of the ghouls, and it was then that they saw Theon.

"Adult ......"

When they saw Dion, they were like finding their backbone.

Dion swept around the surviving men, and found that something was wrong with the personnel, so he asked with a slight frown: "Amida, where are the Bernsteins?"

With his hair disheveled and his clothes in tatters, the embarrassed intelligence director bowed his head in shame, "Bernstein, he's dead." ”

Dion suddenly had a sullen breath in his chest, and he couldn't get out. Compared with the intelligence director who was airborne in front of him and his eyes were above the top, the careful and hard-working Bernstein was his most effective subordinate and confidant, and he was the most powerful support for his control of the Black Mosa region.

After taking a deep look at Amida in front of him, Dion restrained his anger and gave a loud order: "Evacuate with me now!"

In the face of the current situation, preserving strength is the top priority, Dion chose to abandon Dio without any hesitation, and took advantage of the opportunity of the ghouls being attracted away to lead the remaining personnel to evacuate.

In response to Dion's order that was extremely in line with their hearts, the personnel of the Thorn Barrier immediately followed Dion to the secret passage where they left, and even a few of his companions who died here hurriedly withdrew before they had time to deal with it, they were really fed up with this ghost place.

Soon, the space that had been in full swing before became quiet, and only bloodstained corpses and tarnished eyes told what had happened.

At this time, Melissa, who was hiding in the corner and panicking, was still waiting for the two to return.

......

One punch!

The terrifying explosive power was completely vented at this moment, and Dior's right arm catapulted out like a giant python in an instant, and the first to hit the chest of the rushing ghoul.

With a sound like a tearing sound, the ghoul's chest was pierced directly by Dio's fist, but for a monster like a ghoul, this was not a fatal injury, but it narrowed the distance, and the thick claws of the bones reached forward, stabbing Dio's head.

But the next moment it froze.

Golden-red flames erupted from its eyes, ears, nose, and nose, and with a loud bang, the entire ghoul turned into a flaming torch. With a flick of one arm, Dior threw the burning ghoul directly against the wall on the side, and by the time he landed, the ghoul had already turned into dust and dissipated into the air.

Burst!

Dio clenched his right fist, and the golden flame in his hand burned, igniting a dusty spark, illuminating the right half of his face with an abnormally bright light, and his eyes seemed to be on fire.

On the other side of the fire, the remaining ghouls were rushing in, their ugly faces as terrifying as ghosts in the firelight.

Stimulated by the presence of his old enemy, Dio felt as if his body and soul were separated, one being a real person fighting instinctively, and the other being a soul who was calmly watching from the sidelines.

Countless battle instincts engraved in the deepest part of his genes poured into his consciousness, and the body in battle turned into a composition of countless data in his eyes, and every trace of change in his body caused by every movement was invisible in his eyes.

Taking a step forward, the five fingers of his right hand turned into sharp claws and lifted upward, and the left arm of the second ghoul who rushed in front of him was suddenly separated from his body, and the ghoul who lost his center of gravity and screamed and spun and fell to the ground Before he landed, his back was pierced into the body by Dio's right hand.

Grabbing the second ghoul by the back, Dio burst out and swept it out as a weapon, knocking the two ghouls who were following him backwards, and then he threw the ghoul in his hand to the ground in front of him, making a loud muffled sound, and then he stepped forward violently, and the soles of his leather shoes stomped on the head of the ghoul on the ground with both precision and fierceness.

Poof.

Like the sound of a water bag being trampled on, Dio had already jumped sideways with the force of recoil, rolled on his side, and his left foot slashed down like lightning like a tomahawk, hitting the head of a ghoul in the back, with a popping sound, the ghoul's head exploded as if it was filled with explosives, and the rotting flesh and bones shot out with golden flames, hitting the walls on both sides with a bang.

After landing on the ground, Dio kicked forward with his right foot, and the headless ghoul was kicked up and flew up, hitting the top of the passage more than two meters high, emitting countless sparks from his body, and instantly lighting up the entire passage.

In the flickering light of the sparks, the remaining three ghouls were pounced on Dior in a zigzag pattern.

A hint of coldness flashed across Dior's stiff face in the firelight.

The next moment, the golden flames rose into the sky.