Rib Flower [Ability]

Then, another voice sounded.It sounded like the crying of a few-year-old child, and with the soft sound of nails scraping the door, it was like a cat scratching the door.

——Could it be a stray cat outside the door?

This absurd idea flashed in his mind, Herlo grabbed the submachine gun, approached the door together with Sayero, and looked through the cat's eyes.To his surprise, the one standing outside the door...was indeed a child.

It was a boy about eight or nine years old. He lowered his head, leaned on the door and shrugged his shoulders, as if he was crying and begging them to open the door because he was extremely afraid of something.Khloe discovers that the child has a number and a special brand on his chest, signifying that he is a clone slave.He has read the information about the Third World War, and knows that this kind of child is called blood child, which exists to provide healthy blood for wounded soldiers. It is equivalent to a human-shaped blood transfusion bag, and sometimes even serves as a food reserve.

However, this cruel act is widely accepted and carried out in the military of every country.

Cloning slaves has no human rights.

No one will stand up for them even if they cry hoarsely.

"That's a survivor..." Herlo murmured, staring at the mark on the child.

"No, that's just a worker ant."

Sayero grabbed the hand he was going to open the door, and pulled him back a few steps. At this moment, the scratching sound outside the door suddenly became sharper, as if someone was digging the door with a knife, and the crying sound also increased. It became a creepy roar, high enough to penetrate the eardrum of a person.

Helo blocked his ears, and heard the door vibrate violently. At the same time, several paw prints were dented inward, and he was about to be knocked open. He immediately raised his gun and aimed at the door, only to see Sayero shaking. Shaking his head, he pulled out the paratrooper blade and slowly approached the door. The moment the door was knocked open and a small figure staggered in, Sayero raised the knife and slashed at his neck.

The terrifying scream stopped abruptly, replaced by the sound of flesh and blood being separated.

The headless thin body fell limply on the ground, and a bloody head rolled to Helo's feet. On the child's pale and immature face, a pair of dark purple eyes were staring wide open. He couldn't help but glanced at it, and immediately fell to the ground in discomfort, retching.

"The worker ants are the scouts for those infected by the Flower of Evil." Sayero bent down and pulled him up. Herlo smelled the strong smell of blood on his blade, stepped back instinctively, and stood up by himself.

"Scout?" Helo wiped his mouth, "You mean..."

"There are other Evil Flower infected people here, and they will be found soon. We must leave here as soon as possible and return to the spaceship."

Helo nodded, raised his foot and stepped over the corpse on the ground, his gaze swept over the headless torso, and couldn't help but froze - on the back of the child's corpse, the shoulder blades were turned outward, and some black bone spurs grew out. It's like the embryonic form of a pair of wings, like a demon possessed.

Do people infected with the flower of evil have this symptom?I don't have any impression... Is this some kind of new mutation?

He looked at Sayero's back uneasily, wondering if it was an illusion, the broad stalwart had carried his back countless times, and the position of the shoulder blades seemed to be slightly raised than ordinary people.

The heart was beating wildly.

"Sayero..."

Hero grabbed his shoulder, and suddenly saw a twisted figure crawling towards the wall from the end of the corridor in front, looking like a lizard.He immediately pulled the bolt, but the figure was so fast that Sayero knocked him away and jumped on the wall.There was the piercing sound of sharp blades scraping the wall, and the second bloody head flew out, but the headless corpse that fell on the ground was driven by inertia and crawled straight towards the door, struggling to get the bloody head out of the pool of blood. The blood boy's head was held in his arms.

Helo glanced at the head in front of him strangely, it was a woman's.

For a moment, he couldn't help feeling that that posture was like a mother holding her child.

Do people infected with the flower of evil still have humanity left?

He didn't dare to think deeply.Sayero stopped in front of him, grabbed his submachine gun, and looked out through the scope. In an instant, his arm muscles tensed.

On the horizon in the distance, a round of sun was slowly rising, and the light of the meteorite rain dissipated and merged into the misty morning mist, taking away the darkness along with it.

But in the mist that enveloped the earth, there seemed to be an unusual dark shadow.

It was a large group of figures with strange postures, heading in their direction.

A little further away, you can see a few people on flying motorcycles, driving those people away.

The people of the Lost Ruins, and a large group of people infected by the Flower of Evil.

"Have you found them?"

Through the screen, Isaiah's head looked down at the gradually shrinking encirclement of his puppet army. The jaws exposed outside the artificial skin grinned slightly, revealing a ferocious smile.

"Hurry up, Lord Duke, the signal that was intercepted just now is sent from here, and they can't escape."

"Very well, leave me alive."

One after another, sharp roars reached his eardrums, reminding him of the pain of being torn apart.

He also remembered, before he experienced death for the first time, the despair of being betrayed by the one he loved the most.

He remembered the first time he met Ai Ling, the way he bandaged his wound when he was dying, and the harmless smile when he accepted the medal he bestowed on him...

At the same time, I also remember the heart-piercing pain of being gouged out by Ai Ling.

And when he was pushed off the helicopter, the blond, blue-eyed, angelic youth aimed his gun.

There was a "bang", like a nightmare to the bone marrow.

Even if the technology of rebuilding the body and transplanting memories allowed him to be reborn, that nightmare was ingrained in his bones along with the love for that person, rotting away.

fake.

Those trusts, those admiration, those promises are all fake.From the first day Eileen was sent to him under the false identity of a military doctor, all he did was to get his retina, so as to unlock the combination lock that could break through the defense system of the neo-Nazi army headquarters in one fell swoop.

It cannot be denied that Eileen succeeded.Even if he was tortured out of shape and turned into a pile of bloody corpses, he will be remembered by the world and his loved ones as a hero.

How great.

How could he allow another Elling to be born, how could he allow Sayero to hinder his plan to cooperate with Thorn Heaven and rebuild the neo-Nazi army?

Isaiah raised his hand that had just been repaired, and covered his empty eye sockets, traces of blue electrolyte overflowed from his fingers, flickering crazy sparks.

The horrible howling noise of the devil was getting closer and closer, coming straight through the ventilation duct.

Helo looked down through the iron net under him, and couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.A large group of Evil Flower infected people with nearly transparent skin and bloodshot bodies are pouring into the corridor below them.Their limbs and joints twisted in a terrible way as he remembered, but they moved quickly.

A drop of sweat fell from his head and filtered through the barbed wire.

Landing impartially on top of the rotting head of an infected.

"Kakaka-"

Accompanied by the sound of bones being dislocated, one of the infected people suddenly turned his head 360 degrees, and turned his face to the back of his head.

It's over!Helo gasped, and instinctively grabbed the submachine gun on his back. Behind him, Sayero clasped his wrist, covered his mouth, and hissed softly.

Helo saw the infected person climb up the wall like a gecko, sniffing against the barbed wire, but Sayero silently put his palm on it.

The infected person's head turned a few angles, and the body retracted again.

He Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and then a shadow filled his heart again. He felt Sayero's fingers moved to his back and stroked a few times, and he immediately realized that this was a digital code language that only the two of them could understand.

Sayero was saying, "Don't worry, they can't smell me."

"I know, because you can be regarded as their kind, but a little more advanced."

Helo sighed helplessly.

"Continue to climb up." Sayero patted his buttocks.

Khloe kicked him lightly, grabbed the ladder, and offered him a hand.

Sayero raised his head, and held the hand that was once much smaller than him, but now it had become slender and powerful.

Weird low growls came and went, gradually filling the entire building as they climbed.

Having climbed all the way to the top of the ventilation duct, Herlo felt his calf being pulled, so he raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his head, and turned around.The size of two adult men under the narrow metal pipe fortress was too small, Herlo stepped back a little, and asked with his lips: "What should we do now?"

Sayero raised his hand to cover the back of his head, put his head on his shoulder, half-kneeled up, removed a piece of barbed wire with his bare hands to block the direction they came from, pulled out the paratrooper blade at his waist, and scratched it on the back of his hand. With one knife, blood was smeared on Helo's body and face, making his fair face bloody.

Helo grabbed his hand in confusion and stared at him, with an ominous premonition rising from the bottom of her heart.

Sayero raised a hand and pushed the upper vent cover away.A spaceship hovered over them like a giant hunting beast, and the searchlights were watching their prey.

"What are you going to do?!"

Khloe grabbed his hand and clung to it, trying as hard as she had done six years ago.

"Stay here and don't come out until rescue arrives."

He lowered his head, a shadow covered Herlo's sight, mixed with the smell of blood and sweat, and the aura of this man that fascinated him.His breathing was heavy and dangerous, and one hand touched his cheek, the palm was as hot as a flame, like lava, melting his blood and breath.

"You asked me who I wanted to marry before. That question...you'll know the answer when you come back to America with me."