NOVEL SIMPLE The Reiki Era of the Powerful
Chapter 20 Forest 3 Silly Has Arrived on the Battlefield 2
Chapter 20 The Three Idiots of the Forest Have Arrived on the Battlefield 2
This time, instead of attacking the pollutants, he drove the helicopter in a circle over the pollutants, so that every passenger in the cabin who had just recovered could clearly see the residual limbs in the mud.
The pollutant in the quagmire was still twitching its stump, as if trying to stand up again, but failed.
But soon, it found another way.
Its wounds began to secrete a viscous liquid, and the liquid dripped into the muddy puddle, causing the muddy quagmire to solidify quickly, forming hard lumps of mud.And the body of this pollutant was "connected" together again through these mud clods, and slowly lifted up from the mud, its body looked bigger and more terrifying than before.
"To mortals, they are immortal. This is the scariest part." Yan Lige said the extremely terrifying story plainly, the mouth made of fangs was beating on his hand, as if wanting to swallow it It looked like head pollutants, but he ignored it.
The pollutant below has stood up again.
Its skull was blown into several pieces by machine gun bullets, and it can no longer make a sound, but it has made a long cavity out of hard mud, stretching its long neck like a giraffe, and not only praying but also cursing from the cavity Voice: "Mi rigardas..."
The sound didn't affect Yan Luge, but he still felt uncomfortable, and his brows furrowed imperceptibly.
Just as he was about to shoot again, he suddenly saw a bunch of bullets fired from the nearby woods, which precisely hit the pollutant's neck, interrupting its voice and body again.
Yan Lvge looked carefully, but found that it was a young soldier.
He knelt on the ground, holding his head in one hand, his body curled up in pain, but with the other hand he desperately raised the machine gun and pulled the trigger.
When the pollutant fell down again, he seemed unable to bear the pain any longer, and lay down on the ground again, moaning softly.
The moment he fell, Yan Luge finally saw his face clearly.
Abre.
The boy appointed by the system as the captain of the first strategic action team, is there really something special about him?
Seeing that his colleagues were still lying on the ground, none of them got up.
He could still struggle to fire a few shots.
This mental resistance is already remarkable.
Yan Luge looked around, but couldn't find Bella, the captain of the first action team... Could it be that the superwoman with the character "reckless" engraved on her head left the team members again at the beginning of the game, and ran to chase and kill the enemy three thousand miles away? Bar?
Go back and fire Bella, this captain makes Abril worthy.
While thinking this way, Yan Luge turned his head to look at his three passengers.
"There is mineral water on the left side of the seat, if you feel uncomfortable, you can drink some." He kindly reminded.
As soon as the words fell, Caroline dug out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and drank a few gulps.
After she finished drinking, she said with lingering fear: "I was scared to death. Hearing that voice, I felt like something had penetrated into my head. I was going crazy. Why do you seem to be okay at all?"
Yan Luge smiled: "Maybe it's my talent."
"Is it true that the thing below cannot be killed at all?" Caroline leaned on the window and looked down, then quickly retracted her head.
Below the helicopter, the pollutant whose neck had been broken just now selected a piece of rotten wood that sank below the mud pond as a support, and once again condensed a more twisted limb.
"Yes." Yan Luge said with a smile, "Try it, breathe fire on it, burn it to ashes, and it will die."
"what?"
Pollutants in the mire have once again stood up.
Its image became more and more strange and terrifying.
The mucus secreted from the broken flesh and blood forced the hard mud and rotten wood together to form a tattered but distorted body. The blood-colored liquid on the surface of the body slowly wriggled like a bug, like an exposed blood vessel. Same.
Its head was blown to pieces as early as the first round of shooting. At this moment, the skull, eyes, nose, and lower jaw are hung in different positions on the hard mud cavity, but they still seem to be alive. The gray and cloudy eyes are up and down. Turning, the lower jaw opened and closed, as if chewing something.
Abley fell to the ground in pain.
He saw the contamination in front of him take shape again.
He knew that if he got up and pulled the trigger, he could smash it again, buying humanity a precious half-minute.
But he couldn't, really couldn't.
The extreme pain bit his body, drilled into his brain, and destroyed his sanity.
His blood was boiling, as if what was flowing in his veins was no longer blood but hot molten iron, and he couldn't help screaming in pain.
And amidst the pain and scorching heat, it seemed that something in his body was about to pierce the skin and grow out.
It was dirty, rotting fur.
No... I don't want to become a monster! ! !
While screaming and struggling, Abriel ignited the will to resist out of fear.He held back the pain and stretched out his hand, raised the muzzle of the gun, and wanted to shoot, but was horrified to find that he couldn't do it.
His fingers...inseparable.
Although the appearance still looks like the shape of a human palm, nothing has changed, but something deeper is changing, like rotting fur is trying to grow in his flesh and blood.
His hand was hardening, ossifying, turning into something resembling a horseshoe like the pollutant.
In desperation, Abriel remembered what the instructors had said in class when he was in the training camp.
……
"When you face pollutants, try to avoid looking at them directly. If you stare at them for a long time, you may be polluted by them and become pollutants!" The instructor said solemnly, "But more importantly, don't let the It has a chance to say a prayer! You can't even touch it!"
Prayer—it is the roar of pollutants, that weird, chaotic, crazy, inhuman voice.
"As an ordinary person, when faced with pollutants, you can probably persist in looking directly at it for half an hour without being polluted. But if you listen to the prayer up to three times, or touch it once with bare skin, you will be killed." Immediately pollute the mutation! No matter how high your mental resistance is, your body will undergo an irreversible mutation! So remember, never give the pollutant a chance to say a prayer!" said the instructor.
"So how should we deal with pollutants?" A student asked.
"It's very simple, fire suppression." The instructor said, "Although the pollutant is weird, its body is not much stronger than before the mutation. As long as you can shoot it as soon as you see it, pierce its head, and smash it into pieces." Its vocal cords can buy you precious time. Then, before it recovers, you only need to put it in a cage without contact, and send someone to watch it at all times, make up the knife at any time, and prevent it from making sounds and Just escape."
Sounds easy, doesn't it?
(End of this chapter)
This time, instead of attacking the pollutants, he drove the helicopter in a circle over the pollutants, so that every passenger in the cabin who had just recovered could clearly see the residual limbs in the mud.
The pollutant in the quagmire was still twitching its stump, as if trying to stand up again, but failed.
But soon, it found another way.
Its wounds began to secrete a viscous liquid, and the liquid dripped into the muddy puddle, causing the muddy quagmire to solidify quickly, forming hard lumps of mud.And the body of this pollutant was "connected" together again through these mud clods, and slowly lifted up from the mud, its body looked bigger and more terrifying than before.
"To mortals, they are immortal. This is the scariest part." Yan Lige said the extremely terrifying story plainly, the mouth made of fangs was beating on his hand, as if wanting to swallow it It looked like head pollutants, but he ignored it.
The pollutant below has stood up again.
Its skull was blown into several pieces by machine gun bullets, and it can no longer make a sound, but it has made a long cavity out of hard mud, stretching its long neck like a giraffe, and not only praying but also cursing from the cavity Voice: "Mi rigardas..."
The sound didn't affect Yan Luge, but he still felt uncomfortable, and his brows furrowed imperceptibly.
Just as he was about to shoot again, he suddenly saw a bunch of bullets fired from the nearby woods, which precisely hit the pollutant's neck, interrupting its voice and body again.
Yan Lvge looked carefully, but found that it was a young soldier.
He knelt on the ground, holding his head in one hand, his body curled up in pain, but with the other hand he desperately raised the machine gun and pulled the trigger.
When the pollutant fell down again, he seemed unable to bear the pain any longer, and lay down on the ground again, moaning softly.
The moment he fell, Yan Luge finally saw his face clearly.
Abre.
The boy appointed by the system as the captain of the first strategic action team, is there really something special about him?
Seeing that his colleagues were still lying on the ground, none of them got up.
He could still struggle to fire a few shots.
This mental resistance is already remarkable.
Yan Luge looked around, but couldn't find Bella, the captain of the first action team... Could it be that the superwoman with the character "reckless" engraved on her head left the team members again at the beginning of the game, and ran to chase and kill the enemy three thousand miles away? Bar?
Go back and fire Bella, this captain makes Abril worthy.
While thinking this way, Yan Luge turned his head to look at his three passengers.
"There is mineral water on the left side of the seat, if you feel uncomfortable, you can drink some." He kindly reminded.
As soon as the words fell, Caroline dug out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and drank a few gulps.
After she finished drinking, she said with lingering fear: "I was scared to death. Hearing that voice, I felt like something had penetrated into my head. I was going crazy. Why do you seem to be okay at all?"
Yan Luge smiled: "Maybe it's my talent."
"Is it true that the thing below cannot be killed at all?" Caroline leaned on the window and looked down, then quickly retracted her head.
Below the helicopter, the pollutant whose neck had been broken just now selected a piece of rotten wood that sank below the mud pond as a support, and once again condensed a more twisted limb.
"Yes." Yan Luge said with a smile, "Try it, breathe fire on it, burn it to ashes, and it will die."
"what?"
Pollutants in the mire have once again stood up.
Its image became more and more strange and terrifying.
The mucus secreted from the broken flesh and blood forced the hard mud and rotten wood together to form a tattered but distorted body. The blood-colored liquid on the surface of the body slowly wriggled like a bug, like an exposed blood vessel. Same.
Its head was blown to pieces as early as the first round of shooting. At this moment, the skull, eyes, nose, and lower jaw are hung in different positions on the hard mud cavity, but they still seem to be alive. The gray and cloudy eyes are up and down. Turning, the lower jaw opened and closed, as if chewing something.
Abley fell to the ground in pain.
He saw the contamination in front of him take shape again.
He knew that if he got up and pulled the trigger, he could smash it again, buying humanity a precious half-minute.
But he couldn't, really couldn't.
The extreme pain bit his body, drilled into his brain, and destroyed his sanity.
His blood was boiling, as if what was flowing in his veins was no longer blood but hot molten iron, and he couldn't help screaming in pain.
And amidst the pain and scorching heat, it seemed that something in his body was about to pierce the skin and grow out.
It was dirty, rotting fur.
No... I don't want to become a monster! ! !
While screaming and struggling, Abriel ignited the will to resist out of fear.He held back the pain and stretched out his hand, raised the muzzle of the gun, and wanted to shoot, but was horrified to find that he couldn't do it.
His fingers...inseparable.
Although the appearance still looks like the shape of a human palm, nothing has changed, but something deeper is changing, like rotting fur is trying to grow in his flesh and blood.
His hand was hardening, ossifying, turning into something resembling a horseshoe like the pollutant.
In desperation, Abriel remembered what the instructors had said in class when he was in the training camp.
……
"When you face pollutants, try to avoid looking at them directly. If you stare at them for a long time, you may be polluted by them and become pollutants!" The instructor said solemnly, "But more importantly, don't let the It has a chance to say a prayer! You can't even touch it!"
Prayer—it is the roar of pollutants, that weird, chaotic, crazy, inhuman voice.
"As an ordinary person, when faced with pollutants, you can probably persist in looking directly at it for half an hour without being polluted. But if you listen to the prayer up to three times, or touch it once with bare skin, you will be killed." Immediately pollute the mutation! No matter how high your mental resistance is, your body will undergo an irreversible mutation! So remember, never give the pollutant a chance to say a prayer!" said the instructor.
"So how should we deal with pollutants?" A student asked.
"It's very simple, fire suppression." The instructor said, "Although the pollutant is weird, its body is not much stronger than before the mutation. As long as you can shoot it as soon as you see it, pierce its head, and smash it into pieces." Its vocal cords can buy you precious time. Then, before it recovers, you only need to put it in a cage without contact, and send someone to watch it at all times, make up the knife at any time, and prevent it from making sounds and Just escape."
Sounds easy, doesn't it?
(End of this chapter)
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