Caroline was following the navigation of her phone's map, walking towards the Church of Flesh that Sheron Sen had created.

The streets were deserted.

The closer you get to the target location, the weirder the surroundings become.

The alleys that should be crowded are deserted, and the roadside shops that should be open are closed.

It's like walking into a dead city with no people.

Caroline shuddered.

She can be regarded as the kind of person who is more courageous, but before she walked in, she thought that she would encounter swarms of pollutants, so she did a good job of psychological construction, but she didn't expect to see anything, but she felt more and more that this place was strange.

Suddenly, a terrible scream came from ahead, startling Caroline.

A figure suddenly fell out of the corner, rolled twice, and landed in front of Caroline.

Caroline fixed her eyes and saw that it was a ragged man with obvious signs of mutation on his body, and the whole person was convulsing in pain.

But as he twitched, the traces of mutation on his body deepened, gradually turning into a distorted pollutant pointed at Paine.

The resurrected pollutant opened its mouth to bite at its nearest creature, Caroline.

Caroline didn't think about it, opened her mouth and spat out a large cloud of white flames, turned her head and ran.

The high-temperature flames fell on the pollutant's body, instantly scorching its skin to blacken, and then sticking to its body like maggots on tarsal bones, and burning fiercely.

The pollutant struggled for a moment, screaming, and soon stopped moving, leaving only a steaming mass of charred black flesh in its place, completely lifeless.

Caroline didn't run far.

She saw a hidden door beside her, so she pulled it open and hid inside.

When the contaminants were burned to death, Caroline straightened up and found that she was hiding in a tailor's shop facing the street, which was piled high with fabrics of all kinds and repaired clothes.

There was a dim lamp in the room, and an old woman in plain clothes was hunched at the table, with her back to her, sewing something.

"Uh, I'm sorry." Caroline, who trespassed on the house, apologized embarrassedly.

She barged in in a hurry, not expecting anyone to be here.

Or rather, she didn't expect that in a place close to the "battlefield", there would be people living as usual.

The old woman, who had her back to her, did not speak.

"Mother-in-law, there are a lot of monsters out there." Caroline kindly reminded, "You'd better go and hide somewhere else." ”

Perhaps it was the word "monster" that touched the old woman's nerves, she stopped what she was doing, turned around slowly, and asked slowly, "Monster?" ”

She turned......

But he didn't turn his head......

The old woman's head was not resting on her shoulders, but resting on the table.

It was a heavily mutated head.

She wasn't just mending clothes, she was trying to re-sew her broken head to her neck.

Between her head and the broken neck, there are slender blood vessels, trachea, and larynx connected, and when she healed, her head and body were too far away, so only a part of it was barely connected, but the bones, muscles, and skin were still partially separated.

The old woman, who was distorted by the pollution, did not realize that there was something wrong with her state, and when she woke up, she instinctively wanted to sew her head back again.

"My wife also called me a monster, and he cut off my head, just like he used to cut off other people's heads." The old woman stroked her monster head, and the expression on her head was full of loneliness, "I think this must be a misunderstanding." I would fix myself and then go to him and persuade him to apologize to the gods. The great gods will forgive him, Mi gardas..."

"Die, monster !!"

Frightened, Caroline spewed out all the fire she could breathe.

Boom –

Caroline escapes from the tailor's shop, and behind her, a terrifying fire begins to burn, billowing smoke into the sky.

In the flames, the old woman who was covered in fire chased two steps with her head in her arms, and fell into the flames.

In addition to the old woman, there were also dark shadows rushing out of those confined portals, but without exception they were all heavy polluters with severely mutated bodies, or simply completely distorted pollutants.

This made Caroline, who was still worried about hurting the innocent, secretly breathe a sigh of relief, but then her scalp went numb again.

How much pollution is there in this place?!

Could it be that all the people in the neighborhood have been polluted and become fanatical followers of the gods?!

As she watched more and more pollutants emerge from the burning building, Caroline felt more and more that her guess might be true.

This place was originally the lair of a certain gang organization.

Now, it's a nest of pollutants.

In that case, it would be better to set a fire and burn the whole place along with the ghost church.

The flames she breathes can be burned with combustibles, and are just as lethal to pollutants, but they will continue to weaken until they become ineffective and extinguish themselves—something she has proven in the Coldleaf Forest.

Caroline guessed that it should be the reason for "spiritual power".

The flames she spewed contained a certain amount of spiritual power, so they could kill pollutants. As time passed, the spiritual power in the flame was depleted, and it lost its effect.

Determined to set the fire, Caroline no longer hesitated.

She circled closer to the Chapel of the Flesh and climbed up to a building that overlooked the entire church.

The Chapel of Flesh stood silently among the hordes of monsters, its façade seemed to have a layer of bright red flesh on its surface, with a distinct texture, and there was no skin on the flesh, but it was covered with a layer of white fluff, like moldy pieces of flesh.

Occasionally, it will reach out of its mucus-covered blanket and grab a contaminant that is close to it, tear it apart, and swallow it.

There are many dark shadows roaming around the Flesh Church, most of them heavy polluters who are neither human nor ghostly.

Looking left and right, Caroline's gaze fell on one place, revealing a slightly surprised expression.

A military vehicle loaded with soldiers is moving into a contaminated area.

It is a team sent by the military to reconnoiter the situation.

But Caroline was only momentarily surprised before looking away.

"It's the responsibility of the transcendent to deal with pollutants, so don't join in the fun." Caroline muttered.

She stood on the edge of the roof and began to take a deep breath, seriously brewing her big move.

According to the CT results, in Caroline's body, the apex of the upper part of the lung was alienated and turned into a pair of non-existent human organs, the burning glands.

The burning glands rapidly synthesize a high-purity, flammable gas, which is then liquefied and stored in the gland in a special way. When she tried to breathe fire, the gas erupted from the depths of her throat and ignited through another alienated organ on the tip of her tongue, the "neuron", forming a pillar of fire that spewed outward.

Except for the fact that the reason for alienation is relatively unscientific, everything else is very scientific.