The bald agent had been instructed by Zheng Qingming to fully cooperate with the actions of the Blackstone Research Institute, so even if he had doubts, he hid them in his heart.

He nodded and opened the cell door himself.

As soon as the cell door opened, the madman Wang Xiaoliu couldn't wait to shout "monster" and rushed out.

He bared his teeth and rushed towards the nearest Yanlu Song.

The bald agent raised his eyebrows slightly, and subconsciously wanted to draw his gun, but when he saw that Yan Luge himself and even the people behind him were indifferent, he stopped his movements again.

Wang Xiaoliu pounced on Yan Luge, like a mad beast.

When he was about to touch Yan Luge's body, the latter suddenly turned sideways slightly, waved his hand, and held a blade from nowhere in his fingertips, and cut Wang Xiaoliu's throat with an understatement.

Wang Xiaoliu's body slowly fell.

The bald agent's pupils shrank slightly, he didn't expect Yan Luge to kill directly, and the action was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

But in the next second, he changed his mind.

Because the corpse that fell to the ground suddenly twitched, decaying and distorting at an extremely fast speed.

It lost bones, muscles, and internal organs in a matter of seconds, and became a monstrous creature on all fours, with gray-white skin on the outside and reticular veins on the inside.

It stood up from its scattered flesh and faced Yanluge, its eyeless sockets wrapped in dense blood, like a wriggling red nematode.

Yan Luge laughed: "Sure enough, when Wang Xiaoliu was actually in the northwest base, he was completely polluted.

"But it's not the gods who pollute you, it's the aliens."

The pollutant cracked open its mouth, revealing a web-like streak of blood in its mouth, screaming at Wordsong like a threat.

Without further words, the scarlet tentacles spread out behind the song of words, and quickly wrapped around the pollutant like a giant python.

The pollutant knew that it was not an opponent, and the moment it moved, it retreated violently, turned its head and fled.

But it's already a step slow.

The shadow under the feet of Yan Luge suddenly turned into a wriggling insect mass - he opened the "shadow worm form alienation" that mimicked Zheng Qingming.

Countless shadow worms split out of him and submerged into his shadow, leaping along the shadows of the corner onto the pollutant in the blink of an eye.

The black-gray shadow worms scrambled to bite at its body, burrowing into its body, tearing at the red blood that supported its body, and biting it to pieces in blood and pieces in the screams of pollutants.

- For a moment, people couldn't understand who the monster was.

Eventually, the pollutant breath fell to the ground dying, looking back in the direction of the song, and there was no fear of death in his bloodshot eyes: "Miajnigis min esti homo."

Strange and treacherous syllables fill the enclosed space, as if a huge amount of incomprehensible information follows the sound and forcibly stuffs it into the brain, causing the listener to involuntarily hug his head and exclaim.

But after a few moments, the sound stopped abruptly, came and went suddenly.

Yanluge simply killed it.

"Is it dead?" The bald agent looked at the contaminant remains on the ground, and his heart palpitated.

He was just an ordinary person, and his spiritual resistance was not as good as that of an extraordinary person, and at this moment he felt a splitting headache and extreme discomfort just by listening to a prayer, and he was holding on to the wall and gasping for breath, covered in cold sweat.

"Dead." Retracting the Shadow Worm, Rhythm said, "But things are a little troublesome. ”

The bald agent chased: "Trouble...... Something to do with the 'xenomorphism' you mentioned earlier? ”

"Yes." Yan Luge casually explained, "Xenomorphism is a special pollutant with an 'imprint', and the cause of its formation is generally related to multiple pollution.

"Xenos possess a certain amount of intelligence and strange abilities, which are very dangerous, and you can think of them as low-profile and juvenile gods.

"Theoretically, xenos can even become gods through 'mythological rituals.'"

The No. 1 xenomorph recorded in the Blackstone Research Institute was the "Shepherd Flute of Panshin", an ancient xenomorph that was making waves in Naki Port, and now, Gon Ryu Ge has met a second one here.

He had previously told Lao Zheng that the situation here would become very troublesome, referring to the possibility of the birth of xenomorphs in the Northwest Wasteland.

The origin of xenomorphism is the multiple pollution caused by different polluting forces.

Unlike the common contaminants contaminated by a single deity, Xenomorphs are more terrifying and treacherous, and each Xenomorph is almost a completely new creature.

Freed from the effects of primitive pollution, they no longer worship a single god like fanatics, but try to become gods promoted through mythological rituals.

The storm of the "Shepherd Flute of Pan God" in Naki Port created the "Pan God" for its mythological ceremony.

Of course, mythological rituals are not something that can be achieved by creating a catastrophe.

More often than not, it is very complex and very lengthy.

This provides an opportunity for the transcendents to interrupt mythological rituals and hunt for xenos.

"Xenos can be like gods, spreading pollution with their own characteristics, and even manipulating them to do things - gods don't care about their own followers.

"For example, Wang Xiaoliu became this pollutant.

"It switches between the human form and the pollutant form, which is what the xenomorph gives it...... Nine times out of ten, it has something to do with the mythical ritual of that xenomorph. ”

The above is paid information, the kind that a word is worth millions of dollars...... However, now is not the time to talk about money, and knowing the enemy's intelligence is better than not knowing the enemy's intelligence, and many people will die less.

Therefore, it is better to find Lao Zheng to collect the account afterwards.

Yan Luge thought generously, and didn't mention the money.

The bald agent had only listened to it as ordinary information, but when he heard that the xenomorph was equivalent to a juvenile deity, the cold sweat on his head suddenly flowed.

A god who was unscathed even after eating a series of long-range missiles was definitely not something that Command Division 101 could deal with.

"So what are we going to do? Does the Blackstone Institute have a way to deal with xenos? He looked eagerly at Yanluge.

They can't help it.

I had to fight hard and hug my thighs.

"Aren't I here?" Yan Luge patted the bald agent on the shoulder to show comfort, looking like a master, "I haven't killed hundreds of thousands of xenomorphs, but there are still tens of thousands." ”

Xue Batian, who was on the side, was originally studying the remains of pollutants, but when he heard this, he suddenly raised his head and grinned innocently: "Boss, let me pinch my fingers, you are eighteen years old this year, and if you count 365 days a year, that is 6570 days."

"I realize! It turns out that when you came out of your mother's womb, you killed a few different species a day! ”

Yan Luge's unfathomable expression instantly collapsed: "You deliberately find fault, don't you?" Go back and write me a 10,000 word review! ”

I wish you all a happy Valentine's Day~!!

Although I think that people who go out and have fun won't come to read my book today~

(End of chapter)