The Reiki Era of the Powerful

Chapter 90 Extraordinary Caroline 1
Due to the structural limitations of the burning glands, Caroline can only "breathe fire" for the time being, but cannot turn the fireball or control the fire man to dance like a magician.

But the flame she spouted was extremely hot.

After taking three deep breaths, Caroline suddenly exhaled a crimson fire dragon.

The fire dragon landed on the building not far away, and quickly burned up, and as she turned around, it swept across the entire block below.

The fire started to spread.

Most of the old houses in the slums were made of wood, and Caroline's flame was an extraordinary ability, and it spread faster than ordinary fires.

Soon, they burned to the Church of Flesh next to it.

Dark scars appeared on the wall of flesh and blood burned by the flames.

Xu Shi felt the pain, and the filthy wall of flesh and blood twitched violently, with countless mouth-like cracks cracked on the surface, and screamed piercingly.

Caroline covered her ears, but the screeching sound penetrated into her head like a magic sound.

She held her head and grunted, clenching her teeth tightly.

"Mi… gar… das…" Pollutant hissed vaguely.

It begins to shrink flesh.

Its body was originally composed of countless broken flesh and blood, and it covered the walls and the ground like a creeper. At this moment, it encountered a threat, and its biological instincts made it naturally shrink its body to avoid the bone-eroding flames. .

It stretched out a part of its limbs, trying to move to a place without flames, but every time it ended up touching the flames and retracting—Caroline consciously ignited all the buildings around it, trapping it in the flames .

burn it.

Caroline thought through gritted teeth.

After several trials, this huge pollutant seemed to finally understand its situation.

It retracted all the creeps exposed on the outside and retracted into the interior of the church.

"What's the use of running away? You'll be burned to death sooner or later." Caroline snorted, and when the headache subsided slightly, she took the time to spit fire again.

But before she finished speaking, she suddenly saw the entire main entrance of the church collapsed.

Something knocked it open from the inside.

It was a gigantic, foul mass of flesh, riddled with fissures and synapses.

The slits on the meat ball opened and closed, like countless broken mouths, screaming layer after layer: "Mi... gar... das... Kap... ri... cor... non."

Facing the hopeless situation of being burned to death, the pollutant balled itself up and turned into a movable meat ball.

Then, it rolled and plunged into the fire.

The flames with spiritual power scorched its body, quickly scorching the outer shell.

But this aggregate contamination is just too big.

The flame can only burn the flesh and blood on its surface, but can't really hurt its core.

The charred outer shell fell off, revealing layers of flesh and blood inside.

It was scorched again, fell off again, and revealed new flesh and blood.

In this way, it was destroyed again and again and reborn again and again, and at the cost of a few laps, it broke out of the fire scene abruptly.

Caroline, after all, is a newly born transcendent, and she was stuck in SAN by the prayer of pollutants, and still felt a splitting headache.

The pollutants I encountered in the past were basically burnt to death. This was the first time I encountered someone who was able to break through and escape from her fire, and I was caught off guard for a while.

She didn't react until the aggregate contamination escaped her containment.

The fleshy ball-shaped pollutant that was a few circles smaller but still huge had shed its last layer of scorched black shell and began to roll.

Towards the team of Caesar soldiers who knew nothing.

At this time, the soldiers from the Nishizawa Army Commando were holding their weapons and equipment, sitting in the shaking carriage, talking and laughing as they moved forward.

"Do you think this place is weird? There is no one on the street." A recruit muttered.

He looked out the window a little nervously.

The streets were empty.

Some of the shops along the street were closed, and some were open, but the shopkeepers were nowhere to be seen.

Whether it is the owner or the customer, it seems that they no longer care about business and life.

After they drove into the polluted area, it was like driving into an abandoned ghost city, and the traces of humans seemed to disappear overnight-this feeling is creepy.

In normal times, this should be one of the busiest places in the slums.

This place is the largest underground market in the slums, controlled by the largest gang organization "Knife Club", and is the favorite place for criminals to trade illegally. According to incomplete statistics from the Imperial Intelligence Service, 82% of the drugs in the outer city, All black guns are handed out from here, 94% of the population transactions are completed here, 85% of thieves and robbers are sold here, and 99% of fresh corpses are harvested for organs and sold here, and the remaining parts are destroyed here.

A peddler selling groceries turned around and opened the container behind him. Perhaps what was placed inside was not neatly arranged goods, but cold controlled firearms, or pale and cold corpses.

Nishizawa officials may not be able to do anything about this black industrial chain that is close at hand, or perhaps some cabinet members themselves are the beneficiaries of it. They chose to blindfold and erect a high wall outside the slums to separate the inner city from the outer city. Urban areas, turning a blind eye to the poor conditions in the slums.

—let the evil of the ghetto stay in the ghetto.

This is the final bottom line of dignitaries.

An old soldier glanced at the recruit: "Don't worry about this. Our mission goal is to enter the church to catch a monster. Ha, I've seen that kind of monster, but it looks a little disgusting. It's nothing special. It's just a shot. gone."

Before the commandos entered here, they had already received private instructions from their superiors: come back after completing the mission.Other than that, whatever you see, just ignore it.

If it weren't for the recent frequent extraordinary phenomena that really made the bosses sleepless, it is estimated that even this simple surprise operation would not have happened.

But even so, they seriously underestimated the danger of pollutants—after all, they have never faced real pollutants directly, and their understanding of pollution phenomena is limited to the strange spread.

The captain patted the recruit on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't be nervous, boy. You can learn from the wild wolf over there. Every time you take your wife to the battlefield, nothing will happen."

"Wife?" The recruit was at a loss.

He looked left and right, the old men in this car, where did they get their wives?
Is it...

He had a slightly frightening thought, and a certain part of his body tensed involuntarily.

The veteran patted him on the shoulder, pointed at the wild wolf sitting at the rear of the car, and laughed loudly: "Look at him, he's holding that gun like he's holding a woman."

The wild wolf who was cleaning his love gun raised his head, expressionless: "Who the hell is talking about my wife?"

There was laughter in the carriage.

It turns out that "wife" refers to the gun.The recruit laughed too.

However, smiling, he caught a glimpse of something unbelievable out of the corner of his eye.

A huge, filthy ball of flesh.

　Baa Baa diary:
　　Because these few days, I ate, slept and slept every day, and I gained a lot of weight...

　　So I like to mention the nickname, Little Sheep.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)