Magic Tool

Dozens of people filed out from an underground base of the Killing God Organization. Their task today is to leave the underground world, go to the Fenglei Empire, and kill an elder of the Fengleimen.

Coming out of the somewhat chaotic underground world, the leader said to the people behind him, Have you not found out the problem with the Holy Black Tree yet? If this continues, these bases will all be abolished.

The man nodded helplessly, and said, I have no clue until now, and it seems to be contagious. Originally, there was nothing wrong with the holy black tree here. Since the people over there came, the holy tree has disappeared. control.

The thought of going through dense tree roots every time he came out of the passage made the leader's scalp tingle.

The sacred tree is out of control, and it has a huge impact on everyone.

Damn it, it's finally out.

The underground world is always dark, with only a little light, but when you come out of the completely dark underground passage, you can still feel that the outside world is very bright when you reach the door.

A gust of wind blew by, and everyone felt that it was indeed outside. The air was humid, moldy and smelly, with a smell of corruption. This was the air of the underground world. Of course, there was also the fragrance of grass in the air. It's just that the proportion is not very large.

At this moment, someone behind opened his mouth.

sad.

The man sneezed solidly, very loudly.

The leader turned his head, glanced at him, and asked doubtfully, Third brother, what's wrong?

The third child complained, I don't know, I just felt my nose itchy when I came out.

The leader said, Be careful, the underground world feels a bit abnormal recently. He took the lead to go out.

The underground world is too dark, and the ground is full of dangers. Most of them can't walk through the ground, which is too dangerous. After the leader came out, he took out an airship, and everyone sat on it one by one, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

They soon came to the entrance of the underground world. After collecting the airship, everyone did not behave very well. They, who had never caught a cold, unexpectedly started sneezing one by one, even the leader.

After entering the underground passage, the cough became more severe.

The smell of corruption was introduced into their mouths through the air, and it felt as if something was growing in their bodies.

Get out of here, I can't breathe.

Go, go, it smells so bad, I feel like I'm in the toilet.

Can a magician catch a cold?

I don't feel like I have a cold, it seems like something is growing inside my body.

Cough cough cough cough.

Cough cough cough cough.

A day later, they were supposed to cross the desert and enter the Fenglei Empire further north, but they haven't left the desert yet, and the airship stopped in a place full of yellow sand.

They felt extremely unwell, with fever, nausea, headache, and all kinds of illnesses broke out together. Before they got out of the desert, they fell ill one after another on the airship. Even the most resistant leader was breathing like a bellows at this moment. From time to time, he coughed out some blood foam, which looked very oozing.

I thought it was just a common cold, and it would go away after taking some medicine, but I didn't expect that it would get worse and worse, and taking medicine would have no effect at all.

It has to be said that it is very absurd that a dignified magister should catch a cold and die.

If they were soldiers, maybe it would be better, but all of them are magicians, and their bodies are already very weak.

I don't know how long it has passed, but one of them finally couldn't bear it anymore and passed out. After the first one, there will be the second one, and soon, they will enter the dying state one after another. At this time, no matter how powerful they are It doesn't work.

Ten days later, the airship was completely buried in yellow sand.

. . .

This thing happened anywhere in the underground world.

As long as they are below the level of a magician, basically they cannot escape this fate. Most magicians rely on elementalization to resist the invasion of viruses, but this virus is very powerful. Even if they enter the elemental state, the virus will It will not disappear, but will still exist in their bodies.

The God Killing Guild in the entire underground world fell into dead silence.

Although they hide in the darkness, it doesn't mean they are willing to stand under the darkness every day. Therefore, the saints stationed here, three ninth-level magicians, are doing their best to investigate.

When they discovered that it was caused by a virus, it was already ten days after the virus broke out, and they had to develop countermeasures.

At this time, Rowan had already found their main base. As for the other bases, those people no longer had to worry about them, and it was basically certain that there was no cure.

In the underground world, in front of a cliff, under a few unusually long trees, Rowan stood here, reached out and touched the cliff, with a hint of sneer at the corner of his mouth. After a while, he raised his feet, walked directly into the cliff, and disappeared into the wall.

This piece of cliff is actually a blindfold.

. . .

In the underground world, in a laboratory that was as bright as daylight, there was a neat row of experimental benches, each with a person, they were covered with a white cloth, and they had obviously died silently.

Beside them, several mechanical puppets were busy, collecting some things on the exposed skin under the white cloth, and quickly sent them to another room.

Next door, several magicians were busy together, their heads were sweating, and their hearts felt a little weak.

I don't know how long it has passed, one of them raised his head in the work room, and said in a stern voice, Looking at the situation, someone is targeting us. This thing is obviously someone targeting us. In the past few days, a total of three measures have been taken. The same virus, someone must be targeting us, it has been tested, and one of the viruses is targeting our immune system.

This person is not a human race, but a monster race. He has no feet, a snake body below the waist, and a long tail. At this moment, he is standing upright on the ground. His upper body is human, with normal hands and a human head.

As soon as his words came out, the others stopped, and one of them said, This situation is probably known to be man-made, but the problem now is how to crack this virus. He still has no idea. If it continues like this , our branch of the underground world is probably about to become extinct.”

But fortunately, we are usually scattered around, and the casualties can be smaller.

It has been notified, no one should come back, and temporarily abandon this place. Someone said in a low voice.

God-killing organizations spread all over the world, and the underground world is where they usually train their core killers. Except for one saint, the strength of other personnel is relatively low, so this time there were heavy casualties, and only a few of them survived. level of characters.

There are only a handful of biological alchemists with this ability in the world. I don't know who is against them. The saint's face was gloomy and terrifying, but there was not much sadness.

As a killer, one must have the consciousness of death. In his eyes, this is also a way of assassination, but the target is themselves.