Due to the structural limitations of the burning glands, Caroline can only "breathe fire" for the time being, and cannot make the fireball bend or control the burning man to dance like a magician.

But the flames she spewed were extremely hot.

After three deep breaths, Caroline violently spat out a crimson fire dragon.

The dragon landed on the building not far away, burst into flames, and swept across the block below as she turned.

The fire began to spread.

Most of the old houses in the slums are made of wood, and Caroline's flames are supernatural in nature, spreading more quickly than ordinary fires.

Soon, they burned to the Chapel of the Flesh next to them.

Pitch-black scars appeared on the walls of flesh scorched by the flames.

Xu felt the pain, and the filthy wall of flesh and blood twitched violently, and countless mouth-like tears opened on the surface, and let out a piercing scream.

Caroline covered her ears, but the scream crept into her head like a magic sound.

She held her head and snorted, clenching her teeth.

“Mi… gar… das..."The pollutant hissed indistinctly.

It began to shrink the flesh.

Its body, originally made of countless pieces of broken flesh and blood, crawled like a fungus blanket across the walls and floor, and when it was threatened, its biological instinct naturally began to shrink its body to avoid the bone-eating flames.

It stretched out a portion of its limbs and tried to move where there were no flames, but each time it ended up retracting when it touched the flames - Caroline consciously set fire to all the buildings around it, trapping it in flames.

Burn it.

Caroline thought through gritted teeth.

After several temptations, the giant pollutant seemed to finally understand its situation.

It retracted all the exposed blankets and retracted into the interior of the church.

"What's the use of running away? Sooner or later they will be burned to death. Caroline snorted, and took the time to breathe another breath of fire as the headache subsided slightly.

But before she could finish speaking, she suddenly saw the main entrance of the church collapse entirely.

Something knocked it away from the inside.

It was a huge, filthy ball of flesh, covered in cracks and synapses.

The cracks on the meat ball closed one by one, like countless tiny mouths, and let out cascading screams: "Mi... gar… das… Kap… ri… cor… non.”

Faced with the prospect of being burned to death, the pollutant clumps itself into a ball of flesh that can be moved.

Then, it rolled and plunged headlong into the fire.

Psychic flames scorched its body, rapidly scorching its outer shell.

But this aggregate contaminant is just too big.

The flames could only burn its flesh on the surface, but it could not really hurt its core.

The charred shell peeled off, revealing layers of flesh inside.

It was scorched again, then shed off, and then revealed new flesh.

In this way, it was destroyed again and again and reborn again and again, and at the cost of a few laps, it broke out of the fire.

Carolyn was a newborn transcendent after all, and she still felt a splitting headache when she was stuck in SAN by the polluted prayer.

In the past, the pollutants encountered were basically burned to death, but this was the first time that she was able to forcibly break through and escape from her fire, and she was a little caught off guard for a while.

It wasn't until the aggregate pollutant escaped her blockade that she reacted.

The ball-like contaminant that had been a few turns smaller but still large had shed the last layer of charred crust and began to roll.

To the group of Nishizawa soldiers who knew nothing.

At this time, the GIs from the Nishizawa Army Commando Team were sitting in the shaking carriage with their weapons and equipment, talking and laughing as they walked forward.

"Do you think there's something weird here? There was no one on the street. A recruit muttered.

He looked out the window a little nervously.

The streets were deserted.

Some of the shops along the street have closed doors, and some are open, but the people who keep them are nowhere to be seen.

Neither the owner nor the customer seems to care about business and life anymore.

When they drove into the polluted area, it was like driving into an abandoned empty city, and the human trail seemed to disappear overnight - the feeling was terrifying.

In normal times, it would be one of the liveliest places in the slums.

This place is the largest underground market in the slums, controlled by the largest gang organization "Knife Society", and is the favorite illegal trading place for criminals - according to incomplete statistics from the Imperial Intelligence Service, 82% of the drugs and 94% of the black guns in the outer city are circulated here, 85% of the population transactions are completed here, 99% of the thieves and robbers sell their stolen goods here, and 98% of the fresh corpses are harvested here to sell and destroy the remnants.

A grocery vendor reflexively pulls open the container behind him, perhaps not a neat cargo, but a cold controlled firearm, or a pale and cold corpse.

Perhaps the Nishizawa government is powerless to do anything about this proximity to the black chain, or perhaps some of the cabinet members themselves are benefiting from it, choosing to blindfold and erect a high wall on the outskirts of the slums, separating the inner city from the outer city, and turning a blind eye to the poor conditions in the slums.

- Let the evils of the slums stay in the slums.

This is the final bottom line of the dignitaries.

One of the veterans glanced at the recruits: "Leave this alone. Our mission goal was just to enter the church and catch a monster, ha, I've seen that kind of monster, it's a little disgusting, it's nothing remarkable, and it crashes with a single shot. ”

Before the commando team entered here, they had already received a private order from their superiors: they would come back after completing the mission. Other than that, whatever you see, don't care.

If it weren't for the recent frequent extraordinary phenomena that really made it difficult for the bigwigs to sleep, it is estimated that there would not even be this simple assault operation.

But even then, they grossly underestimate the danger of pollutants – after all, they have never confronted real pollutants directly, and their knowledge of the phenomenon is limited to its eerily transmissibility.

The captain patted the recruit on the shoulder and comforted, "Don't be nervous, boy. You can learn from the wild wolf over there, and every time you take your wife to the battlefield, nothing happens at all. ”

"Wife?" The recruits were at a loss.

He looked left and right, where did the old man in this car come from?

Don't......

He had a slightly frightened thought, and a certain part of his body involuntarily tightened.

The veteran patted him on the shoulder, pointed to the wolf sitting at the back of the car, and laughed: "Look at him, the action of holding that gun is like hugging a girl." ”

The wild wolf who was wiping his love gun raised his head and was expressionless: "Who the hell is talking about my wife?" ”

There was laughter in the carriage.

It turns out that "wife" refers to a gun. The recruits laughed too.

However, smiling and smiling, he caught a glimpse of something incredible.

A huge, filthy ball of meat.