"Pain, pain, who am I, where am I...... By the way, I'm still fighting...... Eh, what's getting around my leg? Carolyn exclaimed in a muffled voice.

She was lucky.

The speed of the motorcycle was not fast, and she happened to crash into a bedding store that sold mattresses, quilts and pillows, so she planted herself in a soft quilt roll with the car, and except for a few sprains on her waist, she didn't suffer much damage all over her body.

But when she tried to get back on her feet, she found herself entangled.

Bed sheets and quilts all around.

She didn't know what was wrapped around her legs, anyway, she could only lie on her stomach in a ball of quilts, unable to turn around, and unable to lift her legs.

“Mi… gar… das…”

Layers of prayers rang out again.

It seems to be very close behind her.

"Oops."

The cold sweat on Caroline's forehead came down at once.

She endured her mental discomfort, struggled, twisted half of her body, and brushed a fire behind her.

The flames fell on the surrounding quilt sheets and burst into flames.

Since you can't break free, burn them.

Even if it might burn yourself.

Caroline is a somewhat sensual and squeamish girl on weekdays, likes food, likes makeup, likes to buy beautiful clothes and jewelry, howls when she gets an injection, climbs a mountain like it kills her, and the cat at home can cry all night when her best friend dies.

But when it comes to life and death crises, she is fierce enough and desperate enough.

That night in the Cold Leaf Forest, her companions were all frightened by the "living plants", and she dared to rely on the extraordinary abilities and they that had just awakened.

She has a vicious dragon hidden deep inside her, but has been domesticated into a soft and docile herbivore in the zoo.

When she was a child, she wanted to climb rockeries and roll sand pits, but some people said that this was not a lady and was not allowed to go; When she grew up, she wanted to practice boxing, but some people said that you are a girl who is so violent; Even when she watched a horror movie, someone came to ask her why a little girl liked this kind of thing...... Gradually, she became the ordinary girl who was oblivious to everyone.

However, the day Caroline entered the otherworld, the long-dormant dragon suddenly opened its eyes.

The flames burned the flammable material on her body, and Caroline struggled hard to finally break free.

Looking up, she saw an ugly ball of flesh covered with synapses slowly rolling to the door of the store, and the cracks all over her body were closing one by one.

“Kap… ri…”

Caroline let out a low snort, ignoring the flames still burning in her legs, and pounced.

She had a pair of scissors in her hand.

It was probably thrown on the table by the original owner and used to cut the thread, which is very sharp.

Caroline picked it up.

When she rushed in front of the pollutant, she spewed out flames, burning a deep scar on its surface.

But it didn't work.

Caroline's flames were too small for its size, and it could only burn off a layer of its outer shell at a time, but the inside was still intact.

Originally, Caroline was going to grind it to death slowly.

But the monster's sudden split showed her that it wasn't a fool who would just let people slash and kill without intelligence, and that it wouldn't sit still.

Caroline immediately switched to another way.

She took advantage of the fact that the charred shell was peeling off, and stabbed the scissors in her hand into the wound.

It was soft, with little resistance, as if she had pierced a mass of cotton instead of flesh.

This pollutant is made from the polymerization of minced meat, and its body strength is even lower than that of ordinary creatures.

Even with Caroline's not very strong strength, she pierced it at once, burying most of her arms in it.

The tip of the scissors touched something as hard as it was.

Caroline let go of the scissors, reached for it, grabbed it, and pulled it out with all her might.

It was a grayish-brown, fist-sized "nucleus."

In this polluted body, between the dense chaos of flesh and blood, there are cavities similar to coelenterates, the outer end is connected to the fissure-like "mouth" on the surface of the body, and the inner end is connected to a "nucleus" wrapped in keratin and bone, that is, the "brain".

It's this thing that Caroline pulled out.

When its "brain" was ripped out, the polluted body froze violently, and the small, messy prayers stopped.

It fell limply.

He's dead.

Caroline is able to breathe fire, but that doesn't mean she can only kill contaminants by breathing fire.

She is the transcendent, and the transcendent is the rule in itself.

As a result of direct exposure to the contaminants, a thin white hair grew on her arm, but fortunately it didn't interfere with her movements.

Caroline threw the pollutant in the fire, ran out of the burning shop, scrambled to extinguish the flame on her leg, bared her teeth, and began to look for another ball of flesh.

It was far away, grinning at the cracks in its body, screaming and praying, "Mi... gar… das… Kap… ri… cor… non.”

Caroline suddenly showed an uncomfortable expression, and couldn't help but let out a low snort.

Just as she had a splitting headache, a car sped past in her field of vision, slamming into the ball of flesh that was still rolling slowly.

It was the military vehicle driven by the Nishizawa soldiers.

Without hesitation, they crashed into it, and the multi-ton body crushed it over it, crushing it neatly into a meat sauce.

But...... It didn't work.

Without the intervention of the transcendent, contaminants can be re-aggregated and reborn even if they are crushed into meat sauce.

It's on the wheel.

At this time, Caroline saw a heavily polluted soldier stumble down, roll under the car, and stab the fuel tank with a backhand.

A hole was poked in the tank.

The yellowish diesel dripping down his body, as well as the squirming pollutant trying to recover.

A strong, pungent smell of diesel fuel dissipated.

Caroline vaguely saw that a smile seemed to be squeezed out of the person's seriously deformed face.

"No—"

He trembled and lit the lighter in his hand.

Boom –

"To—"

When Caroline shouted with all her strength, the whole car exploded into a huge fireball. Countless hot metal parts flew out in the explosion, scattering in all directions.

They are warriors who can fight for the Empire and can die for the Empire.

But they must not shrink back from the enemy.

When the fire was a little smaller, Caroline walked over to the burning military vehicle.

The pollutant had been crushed and exploded, but it was still wriggling, trembling, and had even reached its tentacles over the corpse, trying to fuse it and bring it back to life.

Caroline added a canopy of spiritual flames in disgust, and it twitched a few times, and died completely.

The contaminated mutated Nishizawa soldiers in the car, including the driver, had already died silent in the flames.

"A bunch of fools." Caroline scolded lightly, feeling uncomfortable for some reason, "It's the responsibility of the transcendent to hunt pollutants. You don't have to worry about it, and you don't have to die. ”