after tomorrow is the end

Chapter 588 Artificial Infector

Under the darkness of night, more than a dozen black shadows sprang out from the plotted house.

Sneaking into the streets and alleys, even the air is filled with the atmosphere of conspiracy.

In several dark basements in Nancy City, flickering candles are regularly placed, the church logo is painted with blood on the ground, and there are several statues with wings on their backs, Woodcut figurine wearing a bird's beak mask.

Hanging on the wall is a portrait of a prophet with a hood, a gray beard, and a beak mask.

"The prophet will guide us." Armstrong led several believers, clasped their hands together, reverently facing the statue of the prophet, and whispered prayers.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

The rags stuffed in their mouths prevented these people from shouting for help.The widened eyes were full of fear, and the scene in front of him seemed like some kind of evil ceremony was being held!

After chattering and going crazy for a while, the believers turned their faces and looked at the group of people in the corner, showing ferocious smiles.

"Wuuuuuuh." Seeing the evil expressions of the congregants, they knew that nothing good would happen in the future.

Sure enough, Armstrong took out a dose of liquid medicine with a strange blue light from his pocket, and it turned out to be infected blood!
This kind of cheap item, which was originally useless and could only be sold to merchants, is now... more terrifying in front of them!
Two believers stepped forward, grabbed one of the hostages roughly, and dragged him out.He rolled up his sleeves with his hands, exposing his arms.

"Hey... hey... come... come... join me... let's..." Armstrong smiled sinisterly. With a suffocating cold light.

"Hmm! Mmmmm!" The captured hostage looked at the approaching needle in horror, and shook his head repeatedly as if begging for mercy. This stitch...

puff!It stuck on his arm in one fell swoop!A stream of cold liquid flowed into his body through the needle.

"Hiss..." He saw the infected serum in the needle tube poured into his body one by one, the hairs all over his body stood up immediately, and he picked out goose bumps along the way.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." The hostages around looked like they had seen a ghost, trying their best to squirm their bodies tied into a twist, trying to escape here in panic.

The two congregants who were holding him let go, allowing him to fall to the ground and have a seizure.

On the man's arm, blood vessels protruded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and spread like earthworms!

First, the entire arm mutated, the skin developed towards dead black, but the blood vessels inside exuded a faint blue.

"Uh uh...uh!" The man felt that he was having difficulty breathing, his chest was tight and uncomfortable, and his dilated eyeballs protruded from their sockets.

The infection virus spread quite quickly, and as soon as it climbed to his neck, his whole body immediately collapsed like a mummified corpse!His face was even more violent!
"Hehe... no no. no. It's the plus-plus-plus-strength type. It's infected with the virus. It's so... so fast." Armstrong stuttered and winked. , this dose of infected blood was brought by the three ghosts by the prophet Pisley.

"Of course, this is developed with the addition of a maternal serum." While speaking, a man wearing a church costume, a masked cloak, and a bird's beak mask came in from the door. The third oldest Sangui in the "Nine Protectors"!
"Three protectors!" All the believers saluted him one after another. Although they couldn't see the real face of the three ghosts, the logo "three" on his chest showed his identity, as well as the highly symbolic weapon "mace" behind him. .

Even Armstrong showed a little respect to the three ghosts, even though he was a hall master in the church, equal in rank to the protector.But he is a close follower of the Prophet, and he followed the Prophet at the beginning of the establishment of the teaching. It seems that he, Yi Kui and Er Hou were both students of the Prophet, and both came from Miska University.

"Yeah." Sangui just responded lightly. His purpose of coming here is to ensure the smooth progress of the plan and to make a flower in the hinterland of Nancy City!
"Uh huh! Uh huh!" At this time, the person who was injected with infected blood had mutated all over his body.

The nails obviously grew rapidly and turned into sharp long nails. Although the mouth was plugged with rags, disgusting saliva could not help but overflow from the corners of the mouth.

"It should be almost there." The three ghosts knew that the drug was very effective, and the infection was also very fast. Those ordinary anti-infective drugs could not prevent the virus from invading at all.

"Ugh! Ugh!" Armstrong just took off the rag from the man's mouth, and it opened its bloody mouth, almost biting Armstrong's hand. It has completely become Infected.

"Hiss..." The other hostages in the corner were even more terrified when they saw this scene. The infected person was not recognized by their relatives. These people are simply lunatics, even man-made infected people!
"Hmph..." The three ghosts nodded in satisfaction, the effect was outstanding.

"Uh hoo! Uh hoo hoo!" The infected person twisted the trapped body ferociously. The strength beyond ordinary people made the binding ropes creak and overwhelmed.

"Okay, hurry up and inject this dose of control medicine, don't fall short!" The three ghosts took out another dose of purple medicine from the backpack, and the medicine inside was bloodthirsty.

"Okay...okay." Armstrong took it over and gestured to the two congregants with his eyes to catch it so that he could give it a needle.

"Don't move! Don't move!" "Uh ho! Uh ho ho!" But the mutated infected person is no longer something they can suppress.

"All...all...all up!" Armstrong frowned. The infected person was so turbulent that he couldn't give the needle at all.

"Hey! Hey!" Three more congregants went up and pushed it to the ground with all their hands and feet, and it seemed that they couldn't hold it for a long time.

"Right now!" The three ghosts snorted, originally the infected person's physique was twice that of an ordinary person, but looking at this infected person, it looks like five times.

good very good!

"Drink!" With a puff, the needle was directly stuck on the neck of the infected person.

Push it in again!Purple mixed with Viral Blue instantly condenses into a bright dark indigo!
This new force pushes the blood vessels to become more prominent. Wherever it passes, the muscles turn from dry to thick, and the eyes of the infected person also fade away from the original dead white, and become more and more bright blue!
(End of this chapter)