Monster Synthesis Master

The old corridor is full of spider silk, and there are many medieval knight armors standing on both sides of the long and narrow corridor.

Some were standing upright intact, while others were cut off and swayed.

When the lights suddenly turned on, they thought that there was a living soldier waiting here, which shocked the two of them.

In addition, there are many small-frame oil paintings hanging on the walls of the corridor, which should have been very artistic, but in the dilapidated and abandoned environment, there is a strangeness.

Mars patted his chest. The moment he saw the human form, his heart jumped to his throat and he almost shot.

What are you panicking about, a bunch of knight armors scare you like this? The captain, the artilleryman, couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Mars, the guy's frightened action just now even startled him.

Sorry, sorry! I made a fuss!

Mars turned around and apologized again and again. The light hit the captain's face, but he saw the abnormal redness on the captain's face.

Boss, in fact... were you scared just now? Mars seemed to have discovered some secret, frantically winked, and it was really interesting to be able to catch the handle of the always old-fashioned and steady captain.

The captain's eyes were as big as copper bells, and he said fiercely: Take a good look at the road investigation, and don't talk about these things!

Because of the medieval knight armor on both sides of the corridor, there is not much space to walk around.

The artilleryman wears an exoskeleton and carries a heavy weapon, and he looks extremely bloated when walking in the long and narrow corridor. Like a pig in ballet, carefully maintaining its balance, beware of any part of the body touching the old dusty armor.

If the knight's armor was knocked down, the crisp vibrations could be heard clearly from outside the castle.

Originally, Mars should have walked in front, but he was too easy to block the gunner's view, so he could only follow behind the captain.

Captain Mechanic Zealot walked in front, holding a high-fire squad machine gun in both hands, staring intently at the end of the corridor.

Scout Mars followed behind. His vision was blocked and he couldn't detect the situation in the corridor. His eyes could only swipe left and right.

But just looking at it like this, Mars shivered all over, and couldn't help pinching the corner of the captain's shirt.

Captain, look at the oil paintings on the wall, why are they so infiltrating... Mars frowned, his back was cold.

The artilleryman walking in front turned slightly, the searchlight on his shoulder shone on the wall, and saw the small oil painting hanging, with the same expression on his face as Mars.

After looking at it for a while, and then looking at other small oil paintings, the captain's expression became more and more solemn.

Captain, did you also find something wrong?

The artilleryman nodded, these small oil paintings were really weird, all of them were portraits of hideous faces.

The expressions on the portraits are all quite strange, some with the corners of their mouths sticking out to the roots of their ears, and sticking out a bright red tongue, their eyes staring straight ahead; some with blank expressions and only one eye; Weird portrait with eyeballs.

Although these portraits are extremely grotesque, if you look closely, you will find one thing in common -

The focus of the eyes in the portrait always seems to be on them, no matter the movement back and forth.

The discovery sent Captain and Mars horrified.

Okay, don't look at it, our mission is to arrest the agents of the Wasteland Gang and study what to do with this!

Having said that, after the artillery captain finished speaking, his body shuddered.

This abandoned castle is full of strangeness.

Well, hurry up, hurry up!

Mars also took the opportunity to talk to the captain to divert his attention. Before leaving, he glanced back suspiciously, and found that he was relieved. He continued to comfort himself: Maybe this prince liked this kind of weird abstraction before. style.

After this little episode,

Both of them tried their best to keep their eyes fixed on the front, and stopped looking left and right at those grotesque portrait oil paintings that easily interfered with people's minds.

In the dark place behind them where the light could not reach, an oil painting opened silently, an arm holding a pistol stretched out from it, and then a human head came out.

Although the searchlight on the shoulder of the artilleryman was pointing forward, the light emitted clearly outlined the figures of the two of them.

Link holds a Glock 17 pistol in both hands, aiming with one eye closed...

Bang bang bang!

Three shots in a row.

[You hit a Mechanicus fanatic with a Glock 17 pistol, dealing 27 damage]

Three in one.

Link immediately retracted and closed the oil painting by the way.

Mars was shot in the shoulder and groaned.

The fanatic captain turned around immediately, and the searchlight illuminated the entire corridor, but no one was seen.

How are you? The squad in the captain's hands aimed his machine gun at the corridor, alert and nervous.

Mars pressed his shoulder and gritted his teeth: The shoulder was hit. It's not a fatal injury. Has the shooter been found?

The captain didn't dare to look back, and stared at the corridor, looking for clues.

The footprints on the ground were the ones they had just walked over, and there were no other traces.

The roof is also flat, and there is nowhere to hide people.

But the more so, the more bizarre the mood becomes.

Did the sound of the gunshot come out of nowhere, or was it a ghost who shot?

Mars saw the captain shaking his head, and stretched his head to look at the corridor himself, even though he was a scout, he didn't find any clues.

Hello? I heard gunshots. Is there something wrong with you? The companion's hurried voice came from the headset.

I was shot, but I didn't see the enemy.

Is the injury serious? Do you need me to help you bandage it?

It's just that the shoulders don't get in the way. You are optimistic about the front door. We can solve the problem here. The captain said suddenly in a calm voice.

The oil painting in front opened silently, and Link popped his head out again.

Bang bang bang!

This time, the three shots hit two, one in the waist and the other in the calf.

Mars was shot three times, clutching the gunshot wound in his waist, and slowly fell against the wall.

The two have become startled, and this time the sound of gunfire came from the front of the corridor.

Mars fell to the ground, whimpering in his mouth.

The front and rear gunshots are Glock 17. This is the standard weapon of the Wasteland Gang mercenaries. It should be the two agents.

Don't talk now!

The artilleryman pulled the knight's armor beside him and blocked it in front of him.

He immediately turned around and grabbed a knight's armor, blocking it from Mars.

There are knight armors blocking the front and back, and it is difficult to be hit by hiding behind the armor.

I look at the back, you look at the front!

The two were back to back, each defending one side.

The enemy was ghostly and ghostly, not even seeing any footprints on the ground, nor making any sound.

Heck!

Mars covered the wound with one hand and held the gun with difficulty in the other. The gunshot wound in his waist made him sweat profusely, and blood was constantly flowing from between his fingers, like sand that could not be grasped.

The two were nervous.

There was also a rapid voice in the headset: What's the situation, do you want us to come to support?

Come here, the medics, the assaulters guard the front door and don't run around, be careful of the enemy breaking through. The captain kept calm and commanded.

Mars was shot three times in a row, and the one on the waist was the most wounded, and the blood flowed nonstop.

Hold on, the medics will be here soon.

The captain felt that Mars' breathing rate slowed down, and his body shook slightly, signaling him to wake up.

Every second of confrontation in the hallway and the air was a torment.

The enemy was haunted, not even making a sound.

Although there were knight armors in front of them as cover, the nerves of the two were still tense.

sassy sassy...

There was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near downstairs, the captain's eyes glowed, and he hurriedly said: Mars, hold on, the medics are coming!

Mars rubbed against the wall a little harder, his face flushed, and his breathing became short.

I'll be right here, wait for me!

The hurried voice of the medic came from downstairs, followed by the sound of stepping on the wooden stairs.

dong dong dong dong!

Be careful and pay attention to safety! The captain couldn't help but reminded.

it is good……

Halfway through the medic's words, a flash of fire suddenly erupted from the stairs, and the Glock 17's bullets thumped like a hurricane.

After a while, I heard an irregular rolling sound from the entrance of the stairs, and then there was no sound.

The Zealot Captain and Mars were stunned, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

Jason? Jason!

...

The Zealot Captain tried to shout twice, but there was no answer from downstairs.

The silence is heart-pounding.

The unknown terror shrouded in their hearts for a long time and could not be dissipated.

What's the matter, Jason is dead?

There was a burst of surprise in the headset.

Jason has been sacrificed, you guys be careful, these two agents of the Wasteland Gang are weird! Sweat beaded the size of the forehead of the Zealot Captain, and it slid down the outline of his cheek to his chin, and the sweat dripped on the wooden floor superior.

Mars leaned his head back against the corridor wall, his hopeful eyes gradually dimmed and dull.

The medic is dead.

There was no hope of his cure.

Heart ashes!

...

[You killed the fanatical believers of the Mechanic God and gained 500 experience points]

Taking advantage of the medic going upstairs, Link reached out from the gap in the stairs and grabbed the opponent's neck. He pressed the Glock pistol to his forehead and fired several shots, killing the opponent with a headshot before he could react.

He loosened his collar, and the paralyzed medic rolled down the spiral staircase. Link disappeared at the entrance of the stairs again, and opened a secret door to disappear.

Entering the secret door is a tunnel that can only accommodate one person, less than two meters high and half a meter wide.

There are many road forks, extending in all directions, which can lead to any level and any place of the castle.

There are many small square windows of about thirty centimeters along the way of the tunnel, and there is a ladder leading to the upper floor at the end of the fork.

This complex and changeable tunnel can lead to all parts of the castle, just like the capillaries of the human body.

It is everywhere but not visible.

Whistling Castle is where Link became famous, and this tunnel is the key to his fame.

At the beginning of the public beta of Destiny, countless players poured into the game and were randomly assigned to three novice planets.

Link was the first among the millions of waste Saturn beta players to discover the Weeping Valley secret passage, and because he received a C-level mission in the secret passage, he became a little popular on the forum. However, with the exploration and understanding of the public beta players, more and more C-level tasks were discovered, and Link's popularity gradually fell silent.

But Link used the same method to defeat countless Mechanic Sect fanatics through this secret passage.

Want to surround him?

Not sure who plays who!

Link reloaded his bullets as he walked, came to the end of the tunnel fork, and smiled at the manhole cover above his head.

Suddenly appearing behind him, he should be very moved, right?