[Yan Zan] "In short, find the time machine first!"

The size of the vermin strengthened by the origin stone has skyrocketed, and its body is covered with heavy ore crystals, but its movements are surprisingly flexible.Seeing the blazing long knife slashing at its head, it twisted its body, brushing Yanke's leg sideways to avoid it.

Then it regained its spirit, shook its head and tail, and rushed towards the enemy with its bloody mouth wide open, and a stench of rotting meat made people want to vomit.

The somatic cells of this group of vermin in the barren square have been highly fused with the origin stone. From a medical point of view, they are no different from patients with ore disease in the late stage. It will die due to the explosion of crystals all over the body, just like those ore flowers left by natural disasters.

But their vitality is so tenacious, not only can run and jump, but also has a strong desire to attack.

Unlike humans, wild beasts generally have low attack movements, and Yanke is the tallest type of humans.He and the beast rushed back and forth a few times, and the flaming knife almost swept his legs several times.The fighting spirit at the beginning has subsided a little, replaced by a sense of irritability.He craves a good fight, not kitten fishing with a vermin here.

Just at this time, the beast pulled a little distance away from him, and was standing on the rock where the mourner used to set up the crossbow before. It crawled down and clamped its waist, and stared at him very menacingly.The smell in the air is getting heavier and heavier, and more dogs are probably coming in this direction.Yan Ke silently retracted the knife to his waist, walked sideways a few steps and picked it up with his toes, grabbing the curved knife he threw on the ground in his left hand.

The pitch-black arc knife almost merged with the night, only the orange cloth wrapped around the knife vaguely reflected the skylight.It was a heavy weapon, with a blade as long as a person's body, which could easily cut off a grown man's head, yet it deftly drew an arc in the Sarkaz knife master's hand.

The flames erupting from the Arc Dao Dao are brighter and more gorgeous than those of the Da Dao, like a huge sun rising from the flat ground, and the arc drawn by the blade is the edge of the sun.

The red eyes of the vermin were suddenly illuminated by the flame.It was deprived of vision in just a split second, and warm blood flooded its eye sockets.

But what if there are no eyes?Don't you have any other means of perception?

There was a strong sulfur smell on that human body, which was especially obvious in the deserted square where the night wind was light.The vermin sniffled, checked the direction, and pounced again on the sulfur-smelling target in the olfactory world.This time, the tips of its front paws were faintly red, and the rocky ground it stepped on melted like grease.

At that moment, it seemed to have reached the acme of this life.

However, at the next moment, an indescribable scorching heat penetrated its head, splitting it in two.The pest that had been split in half still maintained its forward posture. Its two halves of the corpse rolled on the ground and fell down. Only then did small streams of blood flow from the scorched and sticky flesh. come out.

It was only then that Yan Ke finally opened his eyes.The bright flames on the arc knife narrowed slightly, and turned into a few wisps of thin flames, burning in the place where the orange cloth was wrapped.

When it comes to Originium skills, humans are experts.It's just an animal strengthened by ore disease, and it's not worth mentioning in his eyes.

But a group is not necessarily.

He swung his knife and turned around, looking at the dense red eyes in the darkness behind him.In addition to the eyes and the claws pressing on the ground, the red light flashed.The hard rock was softened by the origin stone skills of the beasts and collapsed, and the strange black oil was about to spread to Yanke's feet.

I don't know which dog let out a long howl in the dark, and blew the whistle for the dogs to attack.The vermin with the source stone spells were mobilized, rushing towards Yanke and his flaming long knife without fear of death.

Yan Ke chopped off the first dog that rushed towards him, turned around and kicked the second one away.The waist, which was stretched to the extreme during the rotation, twisted violently, driving the heavy long knife to draw a gust of wind, cutting the third and fourth dogs in half.The swung blade sliced ​​open the ear tips of the fifth dog flying in the air.It screamed, fell to the ground and rolled out a few steps, and happened to be knocked into the ground by the arc knife together with the sixth dog hit by it.

Yan Ke gave a soft "tss", and used the back of his knife to block the bloody mouth of the seventh dog that was rushing towards his door.The flames wrapped around the knife suddenly burst into a yellow-white flame, burning the head of the harmful beast bitten on the knife into a pile of dry bones.

He shook off the dog bone, stepped forward, and was about to continue urging the Originium skills, but the soles of his shoes seemed to be stuck by something, and he couldn't lift his legs for a while.

Yan Ke looked down, and within a radius of twenty steps around his body, the rocky ground under his feet had turned into black grease, causing his body to sink slightly.At this moment, the weird black oil had already climbed onto his shoe uppers, and there was a tendency to continue to spread upwards.

Are they trying to trap me here slowly?

Yanke took two steps with difficulty on the ground covered with black oil, each step was like walking in quicksand, the feeling of his body sinking continuously was enough to arouse the most instinctive fear in people's hearts.The vermin with red claws were still pounced one after another.One of them was so fierce that it even grabbed the back of Yan Ke's knife.The arc knife forged from fine iron made a "chi chi" sound under the dog's paw, and three small pits were melted in the blink of an eye.

Now it really angered Yan Ke.The knife master bowed his body, holding the knife in one hand, and his thin waist was folded back.

He drew himself like a fully-stringed bow, then snapped off the string before the beast had time to escape.

The huge power made the beast unable to grasp the blade any longer.It was thrown high, and the moment before it landed, an orange-red dragon penetrated its body, cutting it into two ugly charred corpses.

It became the No. 12 dead soul under Yan Ke's knife tonight.

Holding two knives in both hands, Yan Ke felt tired and began to slowly erode his hand holding the knives.The black mud under his feet had spread to his ankles, greatly restricting his movements.But at this moment, a string of exciting gunfire roared in the night.The flames sprayed by the shotgun swept towards the group of dogs, and every moving roar was accompanied by the skin and flesh of several vermin being torn apart. There was a bitter breath in the wind, like a mint stuffed into the mouth , let Yanke's spirit lift up.

A few tens of steps away, he saw the angel holding two guns through the flames ignited by the two swords.There was a rare bit of cruelty on the mourner's usually bland face. Winchester with both hands retreated the bullet casings while spinning, and continued to spit a storm of metal at the tidal beast in front of him.

He saw the Undertaker, and of course the Undertaker saw him.Thankfully, there were no obvious scars on Yanke's body.The moment his eyes met, he saw Yan Ke nodded to him, and then staggered the knives in both hands, and flung them back.At that moment, the arc of the knife opened up a crimson sun behind him, and the flame burned away the thick blood on the knife.

He swung his knife at the place where the light of the sky suddenly broke, causing a hundred thousand thunders in his chest.

The undertaker could not help but rush towards him.Just as soon as he moved his footsteps, Yan Ke stopped him. "Don't come here!" he said, "The ground in this area has been softened by spells, and you will be entangled if you come here."

The mourners watched him stagger a few steps in the black mud.A black vermin with half of its ear cut off suddenly jumped out of the black mud all over the ground and rushed straight to the back of his head.

But the swordsman seems to have eyes behind his back.He returned the knife without looking at it, and wiped the dog's neck neatly.

So the "beware" stuck in the throat was swallowed back by the undertaker.He restrained his mind and focused his Originium skills on the gun, every shot would definitely take the life of at least one vermin.

Finally, under their joint efforts to strangle, the tidal wave of harmful beasts began to recede, leaving only broken corpses and the softened ground.Yanke finally moved himself out of the edge of the black mud.At this time, he felt that his whole body was out of strength, so he threw the knife to the ground and sat down on the hard ground.

He reached out and dipped a little bit of black mud curiously, and the thing pulled out a long sticky thread from his fingertips, and rolled back after a while.

"Originstone skills...tsk."

He didn't touch that thing any more, and casually wiped his fingers on the cloth strap wrapped around the handle of the arc knife.

Then he realized something was wrong.The only one standing beside him was the mourner, who was putting two empty shotguns back under his white robes.

"Why didn't you call someone?"

The mourner sat down next to him in silence, hugging his knees with his hands as soon as he sat down, and pursed his pale lips tightly.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he should call for someone... Obviously he was about to run to the camp, Silver Ash was there, Laplande and Wei Na were there, no matter which door he knocked on, they would all be there. It is safer than killing him alone.What if more vermin are attracted?What if Yanke gets injured?It's just that the increasingly chaotic mind is like an overloaded machine, which can no longer support the undertaker to do his exhaustive methods.He recalled the moment when he realized that Yanke hadn't followed, his blood was as cold as ice, and his twinkling blue eyes slowly dimmed until they were completely covered by plain eyelashes.

"I do not know."

He curled his body into a ball, like a child who is afraid of being beaten after doing something wrong.

"Oh, forget it." He heard Yan Ke sighing in his ear, his voice was as low as wind whispers.

They actually waited for dawn at the sniper spot relatively silently.The undertaker put some rocks softened by the Originium spell in his vacuum bottle, and prepared to bring them to Hemer for research.Then they turned back to camp and woke up the others, cleaned up the blood and dirt a little bit, and got into sleeping bags to catch up on sleep.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning when he woke up, and Hemer had already dissected more than half of the two dog corpses dragged by Lapland. The stripped tissues were divided into several jars, and Wei Na was assisting in loading them into the car.

There was also good news from the trap designed by Yinhui.A total of three vermin were trapped by traps last night.They circled the narrow passage between the two circles of traps all night. They were all exhausted and were easily put into cages.The content of the original twelve-day contract was about to come to an end.In order to wait for Hemer to finish dissecting the rest of the organization, the elite team decided to stay here for another morning, pack up the camp after lunch, and leave the deserted square in a car.

By the way, the two little piglets who contributed to the bgm all night were miraculously alive.There were no tools suitable for bloodletting pigs in the camp, so they could only be shipped back to Rhode Island as they were, and then slowly considered whether to make elbows or sausages.

Thinking of having to endure Wei Na's unlicensed driving skills again in the afternoon.Yan Ke purposely reduced his appetite to prevent himself from being knocked out.The mourner sat next to him and silently picked up the rice, and only picked up three or four grains of rice with one chopstick, obviously eating absent-mindedly.

Laplande touched his stiff arm with his elbow: "Do you want any more braised chicken wings? If not, I'll take it away."

"You pick it up." The mourner stared at the bottom of the bowl and was distracted, not even noticing the bag of lo mei that was divided by everyone in front of him.

"Are you okay?" The sensitive lone wolf smelled something unusual.It's just that she is not familiar with this Sakota sniper, and even the face of the other party is forgotten, so she just cares about it casually, and then throws herself into the activity of fighting for lo mei with Wei Na.

"I am fine."

The mourners licked up the cold rice sticking to the tips of their chopsticks.There is already a little sweetness in the mouth that has not been chewed for a long time.

(TBC)