Rib Flower [Ability]

He couldn't help but admit that Sayero's gender-inverted appearance...was too erotic.

He was blushing and sweating, but the sound of footsteps was approaching the door, and Sayero's waist and hips were pressed against his, and he pulled off his trousers roguely, clasped his waist and shrugged vigorously.

"You've got to realize you're raping me now, Khloe."

Herlo's face was almost burnt through the hood, he helplessly lifted Sayero's skirt, and twisted his buttocks like a beast, Sayero raised his head, panting next to his ear with his mouth open, but Helo was a little bit moved by him. The illusion of being fucked in women's clothing, the muscles of the whole body tensed up.

——It wasn't until this moment that he realized what was hidden under Sayero's serious appearance.

The door was pulled open with a bang: "Oh-ha! Look what I found! Tyson, I said, where did you go, so you are hiding here alone to enjoy life?"

Helo didn't dare to speak, and turned his back to the light and buried his head in "working hard", and couldn't help making that kind of hearty growl.

"Forget it, don't bother you, don't play this slave to death, and leave it to us!"

Helo nodded in agreement.

The door slammed shut again.

He stopped panting, with one hand resting on Sayero's shoulder, trembling slightly.

"Old pervert..."

He struggled to stand up, but Sayero grabbed his waist.

"We have to switch." Sayero raised his head from his chest, his voice hoarse but calm.

"Huh?" Helo fastened the body armor that had been undone before he recovered.

"You can't infiltrate those mercenaries, but it's much easier to pretend to be a slave."

Even if Helo is reluctant, he has to admit it.

Reluctantly, he bit the bullet and changed into that dress, and exchanged the disguise with Sayero's. Without allowing them to take a breath, the car door was slammed again roughly, and the mercenaries outside the door were a little impatient. Shouting loudly: "Hey, Tyson, it's our turn! It's time for you to go on patrol!"

The door was kicked open, Helo nervously held the gun at his waist, Sayero stood aside, a few mercenaries pushed and shoved, closed the door, and rushed forward like a wolf to tear Helo's skirt .

But in the blink of an eye, Sayero had them down, twisted their necks, and dropped the gouges through which they had climbed.

Helo got up, patted the ashes on his body, bent his knees against the car door in case someone came over suddenly, and vigilantly stuck to the car door to listen to the movement outside.

Sayaka saw this scene as soon as she turned her head, and took a tight breath.

The hem of his dress was torn, revealing the slender thighs wrapped in the flesh-colored tights. The lines were obviously stretched by this posture, which was dazzlingly graceful. Sayaro's gaze climbed up like a nymphomaniac. Eyelids can't even blink.

Turning to meet Sayero's blunt and deep eyes, Helo subconsciously tugged at the hem of her skirt and fumbled for the switch on the watch: "Hey, don't look at me like that, or I'll turn off the shielding mode! Are you still doing it? Do the mission, or do you just want to play some weird game with me here until dawn?"

As he said that, he made a gesture to push the door, and Sayero immediately blocked him from behind.

"You can't go out yet." He pinched He Luo's red earlobe, turned on the communication device, and while confirming the location of other members, he reached into He Luo's skirt.

"Report your respective positions."

"No. 2 has sneaked into the pyramid. OVER."

"Number 3 has taken control of the sentry post. OVER."

"Number 4 found an underground passage. OVER.

"Number 5 discovers the power system hub. OVER."

……

There was an orderly report from the communicator, and Sayero also carried out the movements of his hands in an orderly manner. He Luo was touched by him and wanted to scream, but the communicator was right by his mouth. He dared not, and bit his warm lips through the hood His earlobe was caught, the hem of the skirt was lifted up to his chest, a hot hard object rested on the thin and light fabric of the tights against the seam of his buttocks, as if it was going to penetrate it and insert it.

The fear of pregnancy came back, mixed with the pleasure of shame, and it hit the spine like electricity.

He bit his lip tightly, locking the moan in his throat.

There was a noisy electric sound in his ears, and Sayero just turned on the communicator, playing some kind of strange game with him unscrupulously in this dangerous and dark car.

"Get ready to enter the pyramid, OVER." Sayero finally reported.

Then finally, the communicator was mercifully turned off.

Helo took a breath, and Sayero pulled out his hand, and kissed his neck with endless desire: "I really want to do it here..."

"Come on, your teammates are waiting for you!" Hero slapped his hand violently, and Sayero let go immediately, adjusting his breathing.

"I know, so I must make it up in the future. Ah... I really want to end the mission early and go home with you to have a baby."

"Sayero!" Herlo slapped his hands groping in his belly, and cursed unbearably.

"Are you ready? The next situation may not be easy for you to deal with." Sayero pulled him into his arms, his arms tightened, and he was a little reluctant to let go.

"At least it's easier than dealing with you." Herlo pushed his body away with his elbow, pushed the car door open, turned his head and glanced at him resentfully, "GO?"

Sayero twisted his arm and dragged him out of the car door. His movements were rough on the surface, but in fact they were very light. What everyone saw was a mercenary holding a slave who had just been abused and throwing him into the car. In the ranks of slaves.Helo staggered and stood firm, and Sayero walked in the opposite direction to him. Amidst a faint unease, Sayero's voice came from the communication device hidden in his ear.

"Follow that group of slaves in, and I'll keep an eye on you."

Chapter80

Who is scared?He groaned, straightened his back, and he was too happy to be able to break free from Sayero's protection.

"Hurry up!" A small group of mercenaries urged by the side, flicking their electric whips, almost hitting Helo's calf, and he followed all the slaves stumbling and speeding up.

"Hey, do you know what we're going to be sent in there for?"

When the mercenary walked away, He Luo whispered to a skinny young man next to him, who shook his head in confusion: "I don't know. They gave the master some money to buy me, and I came here."

"Who knows? Maybe it's to die, anyway, for clones like us, the fate is the same wherever we go." A woman interjected, and the despair in her tone made Helo's heart palpitate.

Not long after, they entered the inside of the pyramid.

What appeared in front of his eyes was a huge underground cave, as deep as it was leading to hell. In the cracks of the rocks on the cave wall, there were some red flowers with strange shapes, which looked like living creatures. The kind on a corpse infected with Evil Flower, but with much larger petals.

An ominous sense of crisis filled my heart.

"Send them down, is this the last batch?"

"There's another batch behind."

A group of mercenaries walked over yelling, crackling electric whips, and drove them to the elevator that could enter the big hole.The elevator is old-fashioned, like the style from centuries ago, and it can carry hundreds of people at a time. Several mercenaries jumped down with them, and the communicator in Helo's ear trembled.

Realizing that Sayero was nearby, he turned his head and glanced around, and sure enough, he saw a person looking at him, but he turned his head away quickly.His heart immediately settled down.

With Sayero by his side, he has the courage to overcome everything.

The elevator sank slowly, and the surroundings gradually fell into darkness.With the help of the searchlight on the mercenary, Herlo found some murals carved on the walls of the ancient tomb.The murals have been worn away after thousands of years, but some parts are still faintly discernible.Judging from the content of the murals and the order from top to bottom, it can be recognized that the first one is roughly the winged god emerging from a strangely shaped altar (he couldn't think of a better adjective, although it looked more like The second picture is that the gods descended from a planet in the sky to the ground that was considered a hemisphere by the ancient Egyptians; the third picture is that the gods accept people's worship, surrounded by flowers in full bloom; the fourth picture It was the gods who selected one of the human beings, ascended to the sky, and returned to the lair.

And the last one surprised Hero the most. It seemed to depict the god and the human being having sex, eating him into the belly, and a newborn baby was reborn from the arms of the god.

The connection of these paintings gave him an inexplicable strange feeling.

He didn't know much about Egyptian mythology, but these paintings didn't look like those ancient Egyptian murals in museums, but from a very different culture.

Could this have been inscribed after Yom Kippur?He took a closer look and found that behind the carved traces, some older colors and rock formations were mottled.

These murals were covered after the erasure of ancient Egyptian murals.There were also some incantation-like words engraved on it, but he couldn't make out what kind of language it was. It didn't look like an ancient language, but more like... a string of function codes, or some alien language. language.

Is it left by some alien creatures who invaded the earth after Yom Kippur?He thought about it, silently writing down one of the strings, and found that Sayero was also observing, standing still thoughtfully.

Sayero told him that they came here to get a meteorite called a negative energy source, which is related to the fate of the whole world, because its energy is stronger than a hundred particle missiles combined, enough to easily destroy the United States and China These two core countries maintain the normal operation of the world.

Once that thing is taken away by anti-human terrorists like Isaiah and falls into the hands of Thorn Paradise, the future destiny of mankind will be in jeopardy.

Does this negative energy source have any connection with the contents of these murals?

A thought popped into his mind, and he vaguely felt that there was some inseparable connection.

Thinking this way, suddenly, several deafening gunshots pierced the silence in the big cave. Hero was shocked to see Sayero shooting and killing the mercenaries. There was a riot in the elevator, and the slaves were shocked. Calling the head-hugging mouse to jump up, Sayero strode towards him and hugged him into his arms. He wanted to ask what was going on in surprise, but the elevator had already started to go up.

"Let's get out and get out of here."

"What's the matter?" Helo still couldn't react, and it seemed that Sayero's actions made their disguise meaningless.

"You have to get out of here, this is a complete trap!" Sayero looked up at the hole above, holding his hand as cold as iron.

"What? How did you judge?" Helo vigilantly grabbed the gun on his back.

"Those murals, and words. They all imply one thing."