Soon, Huai Shi, who was armed with an automatic rifle and a gas mask, was kicked out of the car. He followed the muscular brothers of the Sublimator Suppression Force into the manor that was still burning.
As far as the eye could see, it was a white land.
In the wasteland and ruins that had been burned to ashes, huge monsters could be seen constantly. Whether it was the still horribly hard scales or the hideous skeletons … they seemed to have come from hell. No matter how one looked at it, it didn't look like a strange appearance that could be formed by natural evolution.
Other than that, there was only dead silence in the manor.
The further they went, the colder Huai Shi's heart became. What the hell were these bastards hiding here? Even now, there were still wisps of black gas slowly rising from the white ashes and dissipating in the air.
The strong soldiers wearing gas masks seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure here. Their legs went weak and they staggered to the ground. Their teammates hurriedly dragged them out of the field to receive first aid.
But Huai Shi seemed to be fine.
Not only did he not feel any discomfort, but he was also very conscious. His body's reaction speed and perception began to become more sensitive.
"Abyssal sediment. This place has been transformed into a feeding ground. The concentration of the sediment in the Abyssal Abyss is even higher than at the border."
In response, Ai Qing replied in the communication. "Appropriate pressure will make your soul circulate faster, just like diving. But for ordinary people who haven't cast their souls, this sediment is highly toxic. This is the favorite trick of the cultists."
"Uh …"
Huai Shi picked up the rifle and looked around carefully. "What are they trying to do?"
"Who knows? Maybe they want to play a big game?"
Ai Qing's tone was calm. "Once the main force enters here, they will use the mark bestowed by God to increase the depth of this place. It's like stuffing us into the stomach of something. The black gas you see is equivalent to gastric juice. When the time comes, it will be slowly digested …"
Huai Shi's hair stood on end. He shrunk his neck and became more and more vigilant.
Although the Special Affairs Division was powerful, it was still within the system after all. There were many inconveniences. At most, they would use a few rounds of mortars. Even if she was a terrorist, who would have thought that there would be such a lame woman in the decision-making level who had such an abnormal brain circuit that she would release a missile just because of a disagreement?
They were still in China!
What are you doing?
Not only the allies, but even the spirits of those unlucky bastards in heaven would be puzzled.
Fortunately, Ai Qing's Heavenly Justice and White Phosphorous Incendiary Bombs had cleansed the place thoroughly. Not a single bug was left in the manor.
Even if there were some rotten fish and prawns that were not killed by the explosion, their lungs would be burned by the poisonous gas and they would fall to the ground.
Huai Shi saw a hideous corpse in the innermost layer of the ruins. It seemed to have been in the range of destruction when the missile exploded. Half of its body was charred, but it did not die on the spot. Instead, it struggled to escape.
Then, he was engulfed by the white phosphorous incendiary bombs that fell from the sky. He was burned alive in the flames that were like maggots in a tarsal bone, turning into a pile of twisted charcoal.
One could vaguely make out a beast-like face.
Half of the face was charred and half broken, revealing a broken skull like that of an ape. Its teeth were huge and sharp, but after a slight knock with the barrel of a gun, it broke into two pieces.
Although you have science and I have magic, it was proven that magic could not beat science.
Although it was not clear what level the Ascendant was, or what kind of strange Stigmata it had, in the Present Realm, it could not withstand the suppression of the steel torrent.
It was said that in the old magic era, everything was not like this. But with the establishment of the three major blockades in the Present Realm, it became more and more difficult for the Ascendants to mess around in the Present Realm.
As for the details, Crow said that he would tell Huai Shi after he officially implanted the Stigmata, but before that, he did not take the initiative to mention anything. It was probably a secret that had been hidden.
After Huai Shi made one last check that there were no hidden dangers, he waved his hand behind him. A few soldiers wearing chemical protective suits carried a huge box over and neatly threw the corpse into the box, sealed it, and took it away.
The body of the Ascendant was also valuable. Even if it was burned into a piece of charcoal, it might still be able to decompose the remains of the Stigmata, and through an autopsy, it might be able to directly identify the Ascendant's identity.
Unfortunately, the burning of the incendiary bomb was too thorough, and the corpse was smashed into pieces as soon as it touched the ground.
It was impossible to piece it back together.
Huai Shi continued to move forward, but after two steps, he felt that something was wrong, so he stepped back and bent down to wipe the white ashes on the ground.
Through the ashes on the ground that had not yet dissipated, he saw the light of metal, and as he continued to dig, he could distinguish the outline of steel.
It was a short sword.
The guard had been burned out of shape, but the bracelet on the hilt was also almost charred, but the body of the sword was still intact, except that it was covered with a layer of black charcoal.
It was about forty centimeters long and five centimeters wide, with a single-edged blade. It looked like some kind of ceremonial weapon, but when Huai Shi tried to cut it, it felt very smooth. It did not seem like a good thing.
He weighed it in his hand, and felt that it was not an ordinary object.
"It's a relic from the border."
Crow's voice mysteriously sounded in his ear, "It should be the result of digging in the seventh or eighth level of hell, and looking at the style, it's a sacrificial knife used by the Tenochtitlan Empire for live sacrifice, good stuff!"
Crow, who was hiding in the shadow, looked at him sneakily, his small eyes blinking, "Can you find a way to steal it?"
"… Where did you come from? And, what the hell are you thinking?! "Huai Shi asked through the Book of Destiny." There are people watching behind, how can I hide? "
"Isn't it common to steal equipment in a group?"
Crow shrugged, "Also, be careful behind you."
At that moment, a gust of wind broke through the air.
A chill ran down the back of his head.
Huai Shi did not hesitate, and the sacrificial knife in his hand blocked behind him, and only heard a sharp noise, his whole body was almost sent flying by the huge force.
Fortunately, he was no longer the rookie he used to be, and with a somersault in the air, he turned around and landed, already facing behind him.
Then, he saw the figure slowly emerging from the air.
The first thing he saw was sticky blood dripping from the charred body, and with the movement of the muscles, countless small bright red cracks appeared on the charred skin.
Then, he saw countless charred skin slowly peeling off.
It was like a snake shedding its skin.
It broke free of the old shell and death.
It welcomed a new life.
In the painful convulsions, the burned dead skin fell off the body bit by bit, but the new skin did not seem to have time to grow, only revealing a layer of bloody and twisted face.
And a pair of venomous eyes.
Huai Shi sucked in a cold breath.
"Brother, do you want me to call an ambulance for you?"
That was what he said, but his body was not honest at all. He threw away the sacrificial knife in his hand, picked up the automatic rifle, and shot forward.
Within ten meters, he accurately controlled the gun, emptying a magazine in a few seconds, and then skillfully pulled out a new one from the back of the rapid reaction vest, changed the magazine with one hand, and continued to shoot.
What a joke, if he did not shoot, would he wait for the other party to come over and stab him a few more times?
Huai Shi was not confident that he could go head-to-head with this kind of powerhouse who could survive the incendiary bomb. How could he win? Let's shoot first and talk later … After the training in the Book of Destiny, Huai Shi did not dare to call himself the Gun King, but he was no longer the rookie who did not even know how to control the gun. Changing the magazine with one hand, which he had learned this morning, almost made the eyes of the suppression team behind him pop out.
Tsune Takeshi, you still say you don't know martial arts!
As early as Huai Shi pulled the trigger, the strange figure tried to dodge. Perhaps he did not expect Huai Shi to react so quickly, and did not even take the border relics in his hand. When he saw Huai Shi throw something, he subconsciously pounced forward, trying to snatch the weapon back.
But bullets were always faster than people, and in an instant, twenty steel-core bullets pierced through him, turning him into a bloody gourd, and the ground was covered in strange green blood.
While Huai Shi was reloading, he had already rolled and crawled into the broken wall behind the ruins.
The strong men behind the suppression team were not incompetent. At first, they were stunned for a moment, but when they reacted, a hail of bullets rained down, almost turning the broken wall into a sieve.
Huai Shi changed the magazine, took the time to pick up the border relics from the ground, and casually inserted it into his vest. He was not in a hurry to check the results behind the wall. He reached into the pockets of his allies and took out a few iron sweet potatoes, pulled out the bolts, and threw them out with all his might.
Before the sound of the explosion could be heard, a shadow shot out from behind the broken wall, screaming shrilly, and pounced straight at Huai Shi.
Bang!
Huai Shi subconsciously pulled out his sword to block, and felt the military knife in his hand break from the middle. He took the opportunity to fall on his back, and felt something cold brush past his face. It was bone-chilling.
It was a sharp bone spur.
The chaotic gunfire stopped abruptly, and the soldiers who surrounded him fell to the ground as if they had lost all their strength.
Even through the gas mask, Huai Shi still smelled a sweet fragrance, and his vision blurred.
Poison!
He raised his hand and threw out a handful of ash, forcing the shadow to retreat. When he got up from the ground, he felt weak.
It was only now that he finally saw the true face of the intruder.
After the baptism of missile bombardment and incendiary bombs, the man looked like he had shed a layer of skin, and a layer of pink scales could be vaguely seen under the new skin. There were three strange horns on his forehead, and they were actually of three different colors.
What the hell!
"Don't be a coward, kill him!"
Crow's voice sounded in his ear, encouraging him. "The Crying Snake's stigmata is only level two, and it can only survive because it has a strong soul. That poison is not as strong as the one I feed you every day!"
Can you f * cking shut up!
Huai Shi was furious. And what exactly do you feed me every day?!
Before he could angrily rebuke that bastard, the Crying Snake had already pounced on him again, the bone spur in his hand stabbing straight at Huai Shi's throat. His movements were swift and fierce, and his speed was astonishing … However, his posture seemed to be making Huai Shi laugh.
Bro, can you do it?
Huai Shi easily dodged the sudden attack, and suddenly pulled out the sacrificial knife in front of his chest. The handle of the knife turned in the air, and his five fingers turned upside down as he stabbed downwards.
The two figures passed by each other, and before Huai Shi could stand firm, he heard a mournful scream behind him.
From the shoulder to the back, the Crying Snake's body had been cut open by the sacrificial knife, revealing the color of the bones below.
When the sacrificial knife saw blood, the layer of ash on it seemed to have been washed away, revealing the bronze color below.
The flowing blood seemed to have been absorbed by the blade, and it gathered on the blade, moving thread by thread. However, the wound caused by the knife did not bleed at all. Instead, it dried up like a piece of wood.
It looked frightening.
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