Apocalypse Forecast

Soon, Huai Shi, with an automatic rifle and a gas mask, was kicked off the car and walked into the still-burning manor with the muscular brothers of the Sublimator suppression team.

As far as the eye can see, it is a white land.

In the burnt-out wasteland and ruins, one can constantly see huge monsters, whether it is the terrifying hardness of the scales that still remain, or the grim skeletons... it looks like a strange shape that can't be achieved by natural evolution, as if it came from hell.

In addition, there is only silence in the manor.

The further forward, the colder Huai Shi's heart became. What kind of ghost thing did these bastards ambush here? Even now, there are still strands of black air slowly rising from under the white ash, dissipating in the air.

The muscular soldiers with gas masks seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure here. There were constantly people whose legs were weak and fell to the ground, and were quickly dragged out of the field by their teammates for medical treatment.

But Huai Shi seemed to have no problem at all.

He didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and even his consciousness became extremely clear. His reaction speed and perception began to become sensitive.

"The abyss precipitates. This place has been transformed into a feeding ground, and the concentration of the abyss precipitates is higher than that of the border."

To this, Ai Qing in the communication replied calmly: "Appropriate pressure will speed up the operation of your soul, just like diving. But for ordinary people who have not forged their souls, these precipitates are highly toxic, and this is the trick that cultists like the most."

"Uh..."

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Huai Shi picked up the rifle and looked around carefully: "What do they want to do?"

"Who knows, probably just want to play a big game?"

Ai Qing's tone was calm: "Once the large troops enter here, the depth here will be increased by the divine imprint, just like being stuffed into the stomach of something. The black air you see is like gastric juice, slowly digesting..."

Huai Shi was horrified and became more vigilant.

Although the power of the Special Affairs Department is huge, it is still within the system and has many inconveniences. When encountering such things, at most, a few rounds of mortar shells will be fired. Even if it is a terrorist, who can think of a lame woman with abnormal brain circuits in the decision-making level launching missiles?

This is still in the country!

What are you doing?

Not only the friendly forces, but even the poor souls in the sky will probably have a black question mark on their faces.

Fortunately, Ai Qing's divine justice and the following white phosphorus incendiary bombs washed the ground thoroughly, and there were no live insects in the manor.

Even if there are any rotten fish and shrimps that have not been blown up or burned to death, they have all been burned to death by the gas, lying on the ground.

In the innermost part of the ruins, Huai Shi saw a body that was almost hideous. It seemed to be in the range of destruction when the missile exploded. Half of the body was burned, but it did not die on the spot, but struggled to escape.Immediately after, the white phosphorus incendiary bomb fell from the sky and was swallowed up, burning alive in the flames like maggots, turning into a twisted piece of charcoal.

One could vaguely discern the animal-like face.

The half-charred and half-broken face revealed a monkey-like shattered skull, with huge and sharp teeth that shattered into two pieces with a slight tap from the gun barrel.

Although you have divine power and I have martial arts, it turns out that martial arts still can't beat science.

Although it is unclear how many levels the sublimator is or what strange holy marks he has, in the realm, he cannot resist the suppression of the steel torrent.

It is said that during the old magic era, everything was not like this, but with the establishment of the three major blockades in the realm, the difficulty of sublimators causing chaos in the realm has become increasingly high.

According to Crow, he will tell Huai Shi about the details after he is officially implanted with the holy mark, but he has not actively mentioned anything before that. It is probably some hidden secret.

After Huai Shi checked for any hidden dangers, he waved his hand behind him, and several soldiers in chemical protective suits came over and skillfully put the body into a large box and took it away.

The body of the sublimator also has value. Even if it is burned into charcoal, it may still decompose some remnants of holy marks. Through autopsy, the identity may be directly determined.

Unfortunately, the burning of the incendiary bomb was too thorough, and the body shattered on the ground at the slightest touch.

Huai Shi continued forward, took two steps and felt something was wrong, then stepped back to the original spot and bent down to wipe the white ash on the ground.

Through the residual heat on the ground that had not yet dissipated, he saw the metallic gleam, and when he continued to dig down, he recognized the outline of steel.

It was a short sword.

The hilt had been melted and deformed, but the hand rope on the hilt was also charred, and the blade was still intact, but covered with a layer of black carbon.

It was about forty centimeters long and five centimeters wide, with a single-edged blade. It looked like a ritual instrument, but when Huai Shi tried to chop with it, it felt very handy and looked like it was not just for show.

He weighed it in his hand and felt that it was not an ordinary item.

"It's a border relic."

Crow's voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "It should be a result of excavation in the depths of level 7-8 of hell. It looks like a sacrificial knife used by the Tenochtitlan Empire for human sacrifices. It's a good thing!"

Crow, who was hiding in the shadows, looked at him with a sly expression, blinking his small eyes, "Can you figure out a way to steal it?"

"Where did you come from? And what the hell are you thinking?" Huai Shi asked through the Book of Destiny, "There are still people watching behind me, where can I hide it?"

"Isn't it common to form a team to get black equipment?" Crow shrugged, "Also, be careful behind you."

In that moment, a cold wind broke through the air.

A chill rose from the back of his head.Huai Shi didn't hesitate, he blocked behind him with his sacrificial knife, and there was a sharp sound. He was almost knocked away by the huge force.

Fortunately, he was no longer the weakling he used to be. He rolled in mid-air, turned around, and landed facing behind him.

Then he saw the figure slowly appearing from the air.

The first thing he saw was sticky blood dripping from the burnt body. With the movement of the muscles, countless small red cracks appeared on the burnt black skin.

Then, countless burnt skin slowly peeled off.

Like a snake shedding its skin.

Shedding the old body and death.

Welcoming rebirth.

In the painful convulsions, the burnt dead skin slowly fell off the body, but the new skin seemed to have not grown out yet, only revealing a twisted face with blurry flesh and blood.

And those resentful eyes.

Huai Shi took a deep breath.

"Bro, do you need me to call an ambulance for you?"

Although he said so, his body was not honest at all. He threw away his sacrificial knife, picked up his automatic rifle, and rushed forward.

Within ten meters, he accurately shot his gun, emptied a magazine in a few seconds, then skillfully pulled out a new one from the quick response vest on his back, changed the magazine with one hand, and continued shooting.

Are you kidding me? Should he wait for the opponent to come and cut him a few more times without shooting?

Huai Shi didn't have the confidence to fight against this kind of strong person who could survive under burning bullets. Shoot first and ask questions later... After the training of the Book of Fate, Huai Shi dared not call himself a gun king, but he was no longer the greenhorn who didn't even know how to shoot. The one-handed magazine change he learned from today's morning class almost made the eyes of the troops behind him pop out.

Chang Wei, you said you don't know martial arts!

When Huai Shi pulled the trigger, the strange figure tried to dodge. Maybe he didn't expect Huai Shi's reaction to be so fast that he didn't even want the border relic in his hand. When he saw Huai Shi throwing away the relic, he instinctively pounced forward, trying to grab the weapon back.

But bullets are always faster than people. In an instant, twenty steel-core bullets turned him into a blood gourd, and the ground was full of strange green blood.

And while Huai Shi was changing his magazine, he had already crawled into the broken wall behind the ruins.

The big guys of the suppression team behind him were not eating dry food. At first, they were stunned, but when they reacted, they fired a rain of bullets, almost turning the half of the broken wall into a sieve.

Huai Shi changed his magazine, picked up the border relic from the ground, and casually inserted it into his vest. He didn't rush to check the results behind the wall. He reached into his comrade's pocket and took out a few iron grenades. After pulling out the pin and waiting for a while, he threw them out with all his strength.

Before he heard the explosion, he saw a shadow rushing out from behind the broken wall, screaming sharply, and pouncing straight towards Huai Shi.

Crack!

Huai Shi instinctively blocked with his knife, feeling his military knife break in the middle. He fell backwards, feeling something cold brushing his face, cold and piercing.

It was a sharp bone spur.The chaotic gunfire suddenly stopped, and the soldiers who had surrounded him collapsed to the ground as if they had lost all strength.

Through the gas mask, Huai Shi still smelled a sweet and greasy fragrance, and his vision blurred.

Poison!

He waved his hand to disperse the ash, driving away the figure. When he got up from the ground, he felt weak.

It wasn't until now that he finally saw the true face of the attacker.

After experiencing missile bombardments and incendiary bombs, the person looked as if they had shed a layer of skin. A layer of pink scales could be seen on the newly grown skin, and three strange horns of different colors grew on their forehead.

What the hell!

"Don't be afraid, fight him!"

Crow's voice rang in his ear, encouraging him: "The Holy Mark of the Hissing Snake is only at the second level. He survived only because his soul ability is a bit stronger. That poison is not as strong as what I give you every day!"

Could you shut up for a moment!

Huai Shi was furious: And what exactly are you feeding me every day?

Without time to scold the troublemaker, the Sublimator with the Hissing Snake Holy Mark attacked again. The bone spur in his hand aimed straight at Huai Shi's throat, moving with astonishing speed and precision... yet his posture seemed almost laughable to Huai Shi.

Dude, are you even trying?

Huai Shi effortlessly dodged the thrust, suddenly pulled out the sacrificial knife pinned to his chest, flipped the handle in mid-air, held it with his five fingers reversed, and stabbed downward.

As the figures crossed paths, Huai Shi hadn't even steadied himself when he heard a sharp scream from behind.

From shoulder to waist, the Hissing Snake's body was slashed open by the sacrificial knife, revealing the color of the bones underneath.

As the sacrificial knife touched blood, the layer of ash on it seemed to be washed away, revealing the bronze color underneath.

The flowing blood seemed to be absorbed by the blade, gathering on the edge and moving in strands. The wound it inflicted did not bleed, but instead appeared dry and withered like broken wood.

It looked terrifyingly sinister.