From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 333 Pursuit
Several dark shadows, wearing bulky white protective suits, moved through the woods with considerable agility.

They soon joined up with several other companions, seven or eight people in total, and ran to the other side of the mountainside.

"Someone is chasing you."

One of them suddenly said.

A dull voice came from under the thick black anti-miasma mask. He spoke in Owena language, with a fluctuating tone and a long tail tone.

Hearing this, the other companions glanced back.

The moonlight reflected on the two dark glasses of their eyes, shining in the darkness.

"shot!"

Several people ran and shot towards the back.

Beep!
The dull sound of gunfire rang out.

The tracer whistled through the air, but it could not hit the pursuer at all, and all the bullets missed.

The man was like a ghost, light as a feather, and he dodged left and right and caught up with the group of people.

woo-

I saw a gray stick-like object leaving a blurry afterimage and falling directly on a person.

Bang! !

This person was like being hit by a car. Under the powerful impact, his shoulders and back were sunken and deformed, his neck and head tilted backwards, and his whole body flew forward.

After landing and rolling for a distance, there was no more movement.

The tragic death of their companion irritated the nerves of several people.

"You can't run away. Inject the 'blood agent' and fight!"

The other one growled in a hissing voice.

They took out a red injection from their waist pocket and injected it into their thighs.

呲——

Hiss!

The bodies of these six or seven people suddenly swelled, and the thick and bulky white protective clothing was instantly torn to pieces, revealing their muscular bodies.

Moreover, two white snakes emerged from the lower edge of each of their collarbones, twisting and raising their bodies.

"Go to hell!" one person roared.

Hiss!

The two white snakes growing out of his body intertwined and coiled around his arms, coordinating with his punch.

However, what was faster than the fist was a black afterimage.

Bang! ! !
The man was hit hard in the chest by the black shadow, and his upper body instantly exploded into a ball of bloody mist and debris.

Jilan retracted his foot that had kicked out the "broken iron" with a calm expression. He took another step and turned sideways, passing through the twisted white snakes and took the initiative to come to the middle of the group of people.

In his deep blue eyes, colorful lights flashed.

A blood bar appeared above the heads of these people.

"Blood potion? Can it directly allow a person to complete a secondary transformation and become a gamma-level transformer?"

Jilan thought about it and took action.

The Laughing Stick in his hand was like a club of the god of death, and with its sharp "mock" that could take lives, it fell on the group of enemies one by one.

Or swing horizontally to smash the neck, or chop vertically to knock down the head, or pierce the chest and abdomen...

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang bang! !
Each strike could easily clear a person's health bar, achieving the most efficient killing with the simplest action.

In less than two minutes, the surroundings fell into silence. Only a seriously injured and dying guy was left, collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

Gillan stood in front of the man, leaning on his cane.

The opponent's limbs were broken and he collapsed to the ground.

Snapped.

Gilan took off the man's mask, revealing a bearded man with a bloodstained face. The man was staring at him with a painful but forced calm expression.

Jilan turned a blind eye and summoned out his little familiar Vivi, asking it to carry out "mind invasion" on the enemy.

Not long after.

After obtaining the man's memory, Gillan crushed the man's throat with one foot.

Gaba!

"As expected, they are from the "Golden Unit No. 7". Their camp is nearby."

Jilan said to himself, and turned his head to look at the woods behind him.

'Kaya and Maiev are catching up...'

He did not waste any time, he bent down and briefly searched the bodies of these people, but found nothing.

So without hesitation, he activated "Banlan" and caused all the corpses to rot.

The colorful numbers in the corner of his vision jumped by twenty or thirty points each time and were continuously replenished into Jilan's body.

Soon, the mysterious energy he accumulated turned into "722" points.

Deng!
Jilan did not stay there and wait, but moved and went towards the campsite that the man remembered.

The corpses were all corrupted by him, and it was difficult to explain the matter, so he simply left.

half an hour.

Jilan walked through the dense forest and came to an open area. Not far ahead, there were three or four large white tents.

He was forty or fifty meters away and sensed silently for a while, but found that there was no movement in the camp and it was quiet all around.

"Evacuated early..."

Ji Lan secretly thought.

He let Weiwei fly first and he followed closely behind.

After entering the camp, he found some sundries scattered around, such as copper kettles, basins, thermoses, and some cardboard bags.

The bonfire surrounded by stones had long gone out, but it still had some warmth left. It was obvious that the group had left in a hurry.

"what……"

Jilan suddenly discovered something and let out a light exclamation.

He took two steps forward, bent down and took out a few scattered papers from a cardboard box. There were neat handwritings on them, with red pen circles left by someone.

Jilan lowered his eyes and glanced at the content above.

This is a research report on blood sea creatures. The whole report should have hundreds of pages. What he has in his hand is only a small part of it, only about the "red whale".

The red whale gets its name from its dark red appearance.

But researchers from the No. 7 Golden Force gave this whale, which only exists in the sea of ​​blood, a scientific name:

Autumn Whale.

The reason is simple: during continuous experiments, the research team discovered a secret.

In a sense, the Red Whale actually belongs to a branch of the old gods' followers.

The source is the third division age——

"Goddess of Love" Miss Dark Tears.

The Red Whale is not a natural follower of the Old Gods, but is a result of the special environment of the Sea of ​​Blood.

After inspection by the No. 7 Golden Unit, it was discovered that the water in the sea of ​​blood contained countless Autumn Sorrow parasites!

These parasites share the same origin as Qiu Shang's clan. They are born in "barnacles" that are shaped like tombstones. They float with the sea water and stick to the surface of the whale, then drill into its heart and flow into the blood throughout the body through the pulse.

Gradually merge into it.

During the hundreds and thousands of years of evolution, ordinary whales were gradually transformed into red whales.

The research report records the researchers' speculation - perhaps because the red whale lacks natural enemies and the blood sea environment has been calm for a long time, the red whale has not evolved any aggressive organs, and even the mysterious power that originally belonged to the clan has been slowly sealed.

However, the fat and flesh of the red whale itself contain mysterious substances that can be extracted through special means and after purification can become the core material of whale oil batteries.

This is a special craft developed by outstanding craftsmen of the Imperial Mechanical Union after receiving inspiration from the "Flood" of January.

It is also the knowledge that the Federation dreams of but cannot obtain.

They had no choice but to find another way, secretly lurking in the empire, exploring the other potentials of the Red Whale through infiltration and exploration.

The result did not disappoint the Federation, which was human body modification... This was a modification technology developed based on mystical alchemy methods and combined with the characteristics of the Qiu Shang parasite.

The No. 7 Golden Army called it "Autumn Sorrow Transformation".

The Federation tried to find a way to mass-produce the Autumn Sorrow parasites, thereby obtaining an inexhaustible supply of raw materials for mass-producing Gamma-class and even Beta-class soldiers.

In this way, you will have an army that obeys orders 100%, is not afraid of death, and is invincible!

Jilan looked at the report in his hand and felt shocked.

Because the Federation has used more than tens of thousands of living people for experiments... There are prisoners of war, prisoners, innocent imperial civilians, and even the lower class people in the Federation itself.

The most advanced and cutting-edge experimental results are used by the federal military and even some mysterious forces.

'This must include the Choir!'

Gillan couldn't help but think to herself.

The secret society that worships "Miss Elegy" of April Hour, whose members wear iron masks but can grow white snakes that can play musical instruments from their bodies.

This is obviously the result of "Qiushang transformation"!

Snap, clack.

At this time, two hurried footsteps were heard.

"Mr. Gillan!"

Maiev and Kaya quickly ran over and greeted them.

They looked around solemnly.

Maiev asked:
"Is this the temporary camp of the 'Golden Unit No. 7'?"

"Yeah." Gilan nodded and gestured to the document in his hand. "I found some important information. I'll talk to you later."

"Please come with me and look around here to see if there are any more discoveries."

"it is good."

Maiev and Kaya did not refuse and nodded quickly.

...

...

The bright moon hangs high.

The cold moonlight falls on the island.

Gilan returned to the team with Maiwei and Kaya.

Ms. Theresa and the others had been waiting for a long time by the mountain road. All the enemies who attacked them halfway had been killed, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.

The temperature was cold at night. The thinly dressed natives huddled under a tree with their elbows folded, breathing out white air, and did not speak a word.

The village chief Yerney hugged his daughter Sangasuren, while the fat orange cat curled up obediently in the girl's arms.

"Dad, will those bad guys come again?"

The girl looked tired and uneasy.

The man touched her head and said soothingly:
"With these outsiders here, everything will be fine."

Gillan glanced at the father and daughter, then walked straight up to Ms. Theresa and briefly explained what had happened.

"You discovered their camp, but the enemies evacuated in advance?"

Ms. Theresa frowned.

"It seems that the No. 7 Golden Army has been secretly observing our every move..."

She took the research reports that Gilan had handed over to her, which were found in the makeshift camp, and began to read them.

Soon, Theresa's face became serious.

"This is an important piece of information that needs to be taken back to Chairman Pala."

"Ms. Theresa, are we going to continue up the mountain or go after the Golden Unit No. 7?"

At this time, Renault asked.

Ms. Theresa raised her head, glanced at everyone, and said after a little thought:

"Perhaps this is the enemy's trick to delay us... But the problem is that the longer it delays, the more disadvantageous it will be for us."

"If we delay, something bad will happen. We must remove the 'Second Level Nightmare Monument' as soon as possible. Let's continue up the mountain!"

Then, she ordered in a serious tone:
"Ganold, Renault, the two of you must be alert at all times to prevent the enemy from attacking us again."

"Yes." The two male gravediggers responded quickly.

Then, the group continued to move forward, heading towards the mountain, and their pace quickened, intending to complete the task as soon as possible.

Half an hour passed.

The group did not encounter any more attacks and reached the top of the mountain safely.

There is an open and flat area here, and the temperature has risen a lot.

Hot smoke continued to billow out of the crater, like thick clouds, covering the moon.

At the same time, Jilan noticed something strange.

He frowned.

"The concentration of miasma has increased... The closer you get to the crater, the stronger the miasma?! "

Jilan seemed to realize something and looked up at the jagged and rugged peaks.

"Could it be that... the miasma is erupting from underground?"

Drip!

Drip!

At this moment, an alarm sounded in the pocket of Ms. Theresa's windbreaker. She reached in and pulled out a black stick-like object, which was obviously an alchemical tool for testing the concentration of miasma.

The number displayed above made his face change.

"7.5 Pa!"

Ms. Theresa said in a deep voice.

"The concentration of miasma here far exceeds historical records..."

Everyone's faces changed, and they quickly began to use their spiritual vision.

They could sense that they were surrounded by extremely thick yellow-brown fog!
This concentration of miasma...

It can kill ordinary people almost instantly.

Even these third-level mystics were vaguely aware of physical discomfort, and the imprints of their own kingdoms were constantly trembling, resisting the invasion of miasma.

Even a Level 1 or 2 Mystic would not be able to stay in such an environment for long.

It was at this moment that everyone thought of the same thing.

An extremely strange and irrational thing.

They all turned their heads and looked at the natives standing nearby. They saw that these ordinary villagers looked normal and did not seem to be infected by the miasma at all.

"From the beginning..."

Ji Lan frowned.

"Even though they live in such a dense miasma environment, these island residents are not affected at all... Even when they reach the top of the mountain, it remains the same."

Everyone felt confused and puzzled.

This goes against the truth of mysticism.

Ordinary people do not have a spiritual kingdom and lack the protection of the brand, so it is impossible for them to be infected by the miasma without being harmed.

However, the performance of these island indigenous people completely broke everyone's cognition.

Is it really because...

They call themselves the so-called "God's Favored Clan"? !

Before everyone had time to think about it, they were interrupted by an accident.

With everyone's spiritual vision, they suddenly saw a scarlet blood-like mist coming out from the yellow-brown miasma, just like cranberry syrup at the bottom of the cup pouring out from the surface of cappuccino.

At the foot of the mountain wall directly in front of them, a large square tombstone as tall as a person caught everyone's sight.

It is gray and black, with red words engraved on the front:

"Aldine Higgins, 1759-1926."

(End of this chapter)