Inside the dilapidated houses on the edges, covered in rubble, in the blur at the end of the horizon, figures staggered out.

They walked so slowly, their hands hanging down and their steps faltering.

It looks like a human race, with messy hair, a head hanging down, and a hard expression to see. The movements are slow, the steps are also tacting, aimlessly, swaying towards this side, I don't know if it is conscious or unconscious.

The surrounding movements naturally alarmed the people in the fight, but at this moment they had no energy left to care.

Although there was a wisp of vigilance in my heart. The people of the Beasts of the Wasteland will not be untargeted. However, from the current situation, it is still not clear that there is any harm in those hundreds of human species. They are sluggish and staggering, as if they will hang up when the wind blows.

The surviving Pioneer 2 fired at them with rifles, and the bullets rained down, and a few in the front row screamed and fell. The follow-up is still dazed, looking, as if not afraid of death.

Tick Tick !!

Something seems to be wrong with the androids who shot those human species, they look a little deranged, damn, how can a robot be deranged? They come into all sorts of bizarre poses, odd shapes, and even slightly more than the limits of their body design. They are no longer quiet, but constantly jumping and jumping while the rifles in their hands are firing blindly. As for the targets, those scattered and blind drop points seem to have no target at all.

It's too late to deal with the minutiae. Griffin rushed over, and the shadow followed. The three of them attacked each other at great speed. Griffin and Shadow go crazy at any cost, don't even care about their own defenses, and shoot recklessly. The fight for his life was very effective, Harris retreated appropriately to avoid the edge, and at the same time did not forget to play a return pistol, a volley remote-controlled spear silently condensed in the back, and fired a blast, although it was shattered by Griffin's palm at the last moment, but the flowing fragments still injured him.

Kill three birds with one stone.

Harris managed to wreak havoc on the opposite trio through an insignificant small layout. There was nothing left to stop him from taking out the members of the Wasteland Beasts one by one.

This time it won't be easy for them to escape. Of course, it's never possible.

Dante and Petty, who are relatively weak, are not there. Major Oruch is coming, he is a man with a very accurate sense of time. According to Dante, he will be here in one minute and twenty-eight seconds.

One trades off the other.

Although he lost this battle, he lost a lot of troops, including nearly half of the followers who had been accumulating with great difficulty. However, as long as the Wasteland Beast is defeated, then it is not a complete failure.

Harris flew back more than ten meters, looking at the ugly appearance of the two people in front of him who were dying and struggling, and a cold smile hung on the corner of his mouth. On the side, inside a building that had lost its roof, several strange human species staggered out.

Harris frowned, they looked like pathetic beings who had mutated by eating raw flesh by mistake. His eyes were red, his body was festering, he was delirious, and he was confused. However, the instinct for gluttonous creatures caused saliva to flow from the corners of their mouths, like greedy hungry beasts, walking backwards and fast towards him.

Harris raised his hand, and several sharp black arrows condensed in the air, and shot out with a wave of his hand. The arrows dragged their way through them in a long trajectory, taking with them a puddle of flesh.

The human race screamed and screamed, torn apart by the arrows, and turned into a puddle of flesh and splattered everywhere.

This is nothing more than a small and insignificant episode in the progress of victory.

Harris gathered his mind again, thinking about how to clean up the two in front of him. Guy and Sabana had already come up behind him, bowing slightly at him in tacit agreement, and then on full alert, ready to brew a stormy attack.

Skaya's fingers moved slightly, and the blood from the wound on her body stopped strangely, and she staggered to her feet again when she should have died. Reaching out and touching the huge hole in his chest, countless flesh and blood tissues proliferated and wriggled like worms, constantly repairing and smoothing the hole in his chest.

Skaya bared her teeth in pain and glared at Griffin.

"Bad idea."

"But it works surprisingly well, doesn't it?" Griffin, who was still sad just now, changed his face faster than he turned a book. At this moment, there is still the painful expression on his face.

The three of them chuckled for no reason.

Fooled? What went wrong?

I can't care so much about it. The wounds on the opposite side of the body are solid. Whether it is a foreshadowing or a bluff, the three Harris will not let go of this opportunity to attack.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you.

The three of them exert their strength on both feet.

"To each his own destiny." Griffin dropped the sentence and began to flee without looking back. He is not good at hand-to-hand combat, in order to dominate this scene, he can be regarded as open-minded, and he has suffered a lot of injuries for this, and if he continues to entangle, he is afraid that he will make a mistake, then he will really be planted here.

"Bastard!" Seeing the other party's despicable and unobtrusive behavior, Skaya gritted her teeth in anger, but she was helpless. Their "beasts" are so selfish and narrow-minded, and they die in the same way but not in poverty. Geckos have broken tails, and if sacrificing their companions can block danger for themselves, then they will not hesitate to betray their teammates.

It is precisely by virtue of this selfish and narrow-minded style that they have survived round after round of crises and dangers.

Almost as Griffin retreated, Skaya spun forward, her figure shrinking sharply in the air, and when she landed, a hairy head emerged from under her wide suit. A little fox covered in snow white and crystal clear. His big black eyes flashed, and his legs jumped up and down, as fast as the wind.

The shadow hesitated for a few seconds, and a fierce wind came across the face. He gritted his teeth and swung his long knife to resist for three seconds, only to be lifted by Harris's hand and blasted to pieces. The debris fluttered in the wind, falling steadily in the shadow of the building, burrowing into the shadow, and disappearing.

And it was precisely these crucial seconds that allowed Griffin and Skaya to escape.

Between the electric light and flint, there is no room for thought. Harris made a judgment based on the current situation in an instant. He asked Guy and Shabana to chase after the seriously injured Skaya, believing that with the skills of the two of them, it would not be a big problem to deal with a "beast" that was already on the verge of collapse. In the direction of Skaya's escape, nearby servants continued to join the blocking team. Thinking about it this way, it shouldn't be a big problem.

He raised his feet and went after Griffin.

was about to exert his strength, and suddenly there was a trance on the mental level.

Harris shook his head vigorously on his forehead, not taking it seriously, thinking it was exhaustion caused by overusing his abilities.

A head popped out from behind the building and shot Harris with a gun.

The target bullet was extremely fast, but at this moment, Harris was surrounded by all kinds of black dust that floated in the air like floating dust. The bullet pierced into this layer of floating dust barrier, emitting a dazzling light, and the surrounding floating dust was like a shark smelling fishy, constantly clinging to the surface of the bullet, and through the reaction force, the speed of the bullet's advance was stopped.

Not surprisingly, after a few tenths of a second, the targeted bullet will fall due to the loss of kinetic energy.

In fact, the bullet skin has been shattered and peeled off by the obstruction, attachment, corrosion and impact of the floating dust.

There was another trance, as if his head had been hit hard with a big stick, and the whole person staggered uncontrollably, and in the next moment, the bullet broke through the black dust that had lost control, and accurately pierced his shoulder blades, and blood burst out.

Harris was incredulous, even looking at his wounded shoulder with some blankness, blood still flowing, and he reached out in vain, put it in front of him, and kept turning it over and over again.

How can it be? What's going on?

Unbelievably, for a moment, he lost contact with the dust around him—the black nanomachine.

His head was like a pinprick, and he let out an uncontrollable scream. Kneeling on the ground, holding his head in his hands, the original vague trance turned into a real pinprick that constantly invaded his mind.

What's going on? What's wrong with me? Damn it!

Seizing the opportunity, a dozen more guns were erected nearby.

"Harris!?" Keith turned his head and rushed over like crazy, completely ignoring Wally. Paulson, who was partnered with him, turned pale, and on his own, it was impossible for him to resist Wally's, this was the rhythm of death.

Fortunately, no one paid attention to him. Wally trailed away with Guise, stopping him in mid-air.

His gloves were odd and constantly emitted a concussive wave, and while it couldn't contain Guise's spatial abilities, it made him less effective, and even showed instability and dysfunction.

Guise was stunned, but there was nothing he could do.

At the critical moment, a stout figure threw a punch, and dozens of meters away, the shock wave was agitated, and countless pieces of minced meat rushed into the air with the fierce wind and gravel.

At the critical moment, Lieutenant Colonel Oruch arrived.

In the five-person team, Dante is a master of the perception domain, Petty is in charge of medical care, Guise is a part-time driver and thug, Harris is only the leader on the surface, and Lieutenant Colonel Oruchi is the real anchor.

When it comes to fighting or confrontation between two armies in a complex environment, Lieutenant Colonel Oruch, with his veteran experience and intuition honed over the years, can even firmly surpass Harris. Of course, the premise is that Harris can't use the shocking cheating methods that the family secretly stuffed at him.

Like that tiny grain of rice.

This mission is a trial task arranged for the four newcomers in the department, so in most cases, it is related to the assessment, and Oluqi is inconvenient to make a move, so he has been standing by as an outsider.

Now at a critical juncture, there is no golden rule in the eyes. With the strongest posture, blatantly attack!

Lieutenant Colonel Oruqi has been in the killing house for more than ten years, and he has not experienced any kind of battle. Now that he is over half a hundred years old, his energy is not as good as before, and after retiring from the front line, he started to make a living helping rising stars. His road has come to an end, his ability has been finalized, there is nothing to dig up, and in this life, his combat power has come to an end. When it comes to potential, whether it is Dante, or Harris, or even Keise, they are all sure to surpass him, after all, he is in his fifties, and half a foot is stuck in the coffin, and they are still young, in their early twenties, full of vitality, and in terms of ability, the current test is far from reaching the threshold or ceiling. The future is promising.

When Oruch arrived, he was also puzzled by the predicament he encountered. However, more than 30 years of military service have taught him how to make a judgment in the shortest possible time, even if this judgment is not the most favorable, it must be the most reasonable at the moment.

"Let's go." Oruch picked Harris up and stepped back.

The androids have collapsed, and the elite soldiers who are pouring in on the opposite side are not at all three or two androids can deal with them, and they are also injected with nano-machine-injected slave troops. However, after several battles, Hu Cong also lost more than half, and the number of people at the moment was less than a fraction of the number of people on the opposite side.

What is even more frightening are the "plague beasts" that have gathered in all directions.

These guys, along with their own soldiers, saw it and had to take a detour.

A strange scene was unfolding, no matter how Harris fled, the "pestilence beasts" did not chase after the others, but swarmed to chase after him.

Bullets are useless, shells are useless, and even more so close melee. Because no matter what means are used to kill the other person, whether it is hacked to death with a knife or killed with a bullet, the curse will be fed back to the person who killed him. Of course, it was useless not to kill them, their claws and teeth would also bring this curse to all those they could meet.

This strange situation surpasses almost all the current cognitive systems.

There has never been a scientific invention or advanced metamorphosis in the wild with such terrifying properties.

In the new age, the term curse is not a means of witches praying to ghosts and gods to inflict misfortune on people, as described in Western literature, but rather refers to an artificially created unstable state of mind. The definition in the Clock Tower New Era Dictionary explains that the use of scientific means to interfere with the normal neuronal firing phenomenon of the human body through external magnetic fields, hallucinogens, particles, microelectron flows, etc., thereby causing the victim's long-term or permanent mental disorders, memory loss, personality splitting, excessive indulgence in the spiritual world and other objective status quo, and cannot be recovered by conventional psychotherapy, medication and other means, are collectively referred to as curses.

Although this entry is explained in general terms, it can be summed up as a curse that does not refer to the physical toxins, but to the slow erosion of the spiritual level. Of course, there are also some curses that use toxins as a medium to erode the opponent's spiritual world.

In the wild, there is no shortage of records of strange incarnations with such properties or methods.

But all of them have one characteristic, that is, no matter what means are used to release the curse, the process must be an act of physical contact conduction.

It can't be born out of thin air, and it can't disappear out of thin air. There must be a general scientific argument that can be explained.

But at the moment, none of these arguments work.

These "plague beasts" were obviously shot from a distance of tens or even hundreds of meters, and there was no contact or conduction in the process. If it spreads through the air by emitting some kind of breath or an electron magnetic field, it infects the opponent like mustard gas. Then this kind of behavior must be scoped and not one-way, that is, if you want to infect everyone together, it is the people who shoot them who are infected, and no matter how you explain it, it doesn't seem to make sense.

This scene, like the shrine maiden in medieval folklore, uses hair, skin and other mediums to harm the victim regardless of time and distance.

Face the surging "plague beasts". Oruch had no choice but to escape with Harris in one hand, and there was nothing else to do.

Goy, Shabana pursued Skaya, long since disappeared without a trace. However, even if they are still there at this moment, it will not be of much use, their ability cannot deal with these "plague beasts", and they will only have a few more victims. Keith tried to break through Wally's obstacles several times, but the opposite side was determined to intercept, and as Griffin and Shadow joined one after another, the distance between him and Harris would only get further and farther. It made him anxious.

Paulson stood alone in the wind. He couldn't get involved in these people's fights. He is a ranged shooter, not a melee mage. Blocking the targeted weapons of those elite soldiers has already stretched him to the limit, and he has no spare strength to help Jisi and the others.

Oruqi wanted to come and converge, but the dense "plague beasts" blocked all routes, and he could only continue to break backwards.

These "plague beasts" are really difficult to deal with, they cannot be beaten or touched, but if they get the slightest bit of a corner, they will be contaminated by a terrible curse and will be in pain.

One after another, two servants who were following him were surrounded by "plague beasts", and they really had to open fire and sweep out a passage. didn't pull the trigger a few times, and rolled on the ground in pain one by one, and was torn apart and devoured by the "plague beasts" that rushed up.

"Paulson, quick, call for the Trakston shelling, and clear a way out, or no one will want to get out alive!"