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Before Abel arrived here, there were already three people standing here... or three humanoid creatures.

A man wearing a black waistcoat and robe, a flat top hat, and a dirty old beak mask on his face looked at Abel first, and bowed slightly to him.

He was dressed like a traveling doctor in the Middle Ages. Those doctors who walked among the Black Death used such equipment to protect themselves.

But obviously, this man is somewhat different from those doctors who tried to treat patients in the face of disaster.

If you look carefully, you can see that the mask is completely integrated with his cheeks, whether it is the skin, beak or the two lens-like pupils, these all grow directly from his face proliferative organs.

After seeing these details clearly, one can immediately understand that the aura surrounding him is actually a very strong sense of inhumanity.

In the doctor's hand, there was a ferocious severed arm, which was definitely not a limb that humans could have. It was a strange object that resembled the fusion of spiders, tentacles, and fish bones.

Abel's eyes fell on the severed arm, and after only one glance, he immediately turned his head away, and a hideous expression appeared on his face.

"Father, you should accept him." The doctor said, his voice seemed to be constantly colliding in some kind of empty cavity.

Abel closed his eyes and turned his head, gently stroking his human skin book: "I only serve my Lord."

"Unfortunately." The doctor smiled.

The priest let out a light breath. He had a natural sense of discomfort with the human form in front of him. This discomfort came from the huge difference between the two sides.

Because the priest knew that this doctor and he did not come from the same world, but the other was born in a more confused and crazy world.

He wouldn't have accepted the doctor, and the priest would have summoned vexed spirits to tear him apart if it hadn't been for his Lord's command.

But... the other two were different.

Abel rolled his eyeballs to dispel the bloodshot eyes caused by facing the severed limb, and then opened his eyes to look at the two beings beside the doctor.

One of them was similar in size to a normal human, but its skin was a rotten turquoise color. This was a drowned corpse.

But unlike other unsane undead creatures, this drowned corpse seems to have its own consciousness. It kneels on the ground panting for breath, but its eyes are fixed on the three people in front of it. There are undead creatures in its eyes. Perseverance and stubbornness appear.

And the last creature is the real owner of this ruin, a piglin brute who can cause great trouble to players.

It’s just that this piglin barbarian is obviously different from its kind. From the most intuitive body shape, this piglin barbarian is almost three meters tall, and it also has the appearance of an ordinary piglin. There are no purple lines.

At first glance, these purple lines look like bursting blood vessels, but in fact, when you look closer, you can find that these lines are actually extremely dense text superimposed and arranged together.

In fact, many players have seen such textures, because this is the enhanced feature of the rare elite monsters from the module!

"You promise me, give me a war."

The pig spirit barbarian turned around. It looked a little fat or even bloated, but in fact it was just deformed hypertrophy due to excessive muscle growth: "I promised you not to kill it, but your Where’s the promise?”

"Promise your war is coming!"

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Abel Lang said: "The signs have appeared, and the reality predicted by my lord has arrived... Tonight is the time to ignite the flames of war."

The hideous-faced piglin brute forcefully snorted. He bent down and stretched out his hand, and picked up a golden ax that was soaked in the magma under his feet and shone with dark purple light. He let his palm be scalded to death by the hot ax handle meat, and then re-grow new meat and stick together with the handle of the axe.

It is eager to try, it is impatient.

If it wasn't for these promises, it wouldn't have waited so long, and even let the enemy in front of it not fight.

Because if all this can be successful, it can leave the lower realm and go to another world to find its opponents, instead of becoming a rotten undead because it stayed in that glorious world for too long.

Abel walked past the piglin brutes and came to the drowned with its own independent consciousness.

Holding the personal book, he looked down at the drowned who should have been able to use him: "You betrayed your creator just for a secret that no one knows.

"It's not even stupid, but I'm sure it's completely useless."

Abel tapped the bridge of his nose on the book cover with his finger and said slowly: "We have found the loophole in your soul. We have determined the connection between the little girl and you, and she will answer all the questions for us. Doubts, and your so-called secrets.

"Tonight, I will find the girl myself and hear in her wails and cries what you have hidden away."

The priest opened his hands, with a fanatical smile on his face: "That will be the most beautiful moment, and I will cherish every minute and every second spent tonight.

"Of course, even after that, I won't kill you." Abel gradually retracted his smile: "According to the instructions of our Lord, you will continue to live and then witness the starting point of that transcendence.

"Under the planning of the Gaish sextant, we will solve the mystery of Gaia's altar, and then we will break through our own shackles and embrace a new future with infinite possibilities."

The drowned raised its head. In this hellish heat, its physical strength has been completely disintegrated, but its spirit is still firm:

"You will not succeed."

"Ha! Good explanation." The priest mocked: "Then, who can stop me?

"The answer is, no one."

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Chapter 119 The Killing Intent in the Dark Night

In the middle of the night, the cool mist shuttles between the buildings of the city like ghosts and ghosts. They are like veils sprinkled from the sky, covering all prying eyes.

It's like there is always such cold care before those grand murders.

Lordaeron Hospital has returned to tranquility, only a few ward lights are still on in the huge steel building, and there are only three or two security guards maintaining basic patrols outside the dim hospital.

But these are just appearances. As a hospital affiliated to the Birmingham County police system, Lordaeron Hospital's defense force is naturally impossible to be so loose.

After all, you must know that in addition to the ordinary people who were transferred to other hospitals, there are also suspects and victims involved in various murders and vendettas being treated here.

In order to ensure the safety of these people, the police in Birmingham have covered the walls of the hospital with multi-function probes, electric grids and specific motion sensors.

Continuous infrared scanning plus thermal sensors can break the optical camouflage-style Originium technology, and the motion sensors buried in every corner, roadside, and even under the grass can directly show those who reduce their sense of existence. on the monitoring terminal.

At the same time, all of these alarm systems are linked to the nearby Birmingham Police Headquarters. As long as it is determined that an alarm has occurred, the rapid response team stationed in the hospital will be dispatched directly to stop and control the entire scene.

And even if the quick reaction force fails to control the scene, as long as they can gain five to 10 minutes more time, the special forces of the Birmingham Police Headquarters can arrive.

If the situation is still escalating, then the city's storm commando team can also come to the scene in the second time.

For the people of Birmingham County, Lorentan Hospital is definitely a safe place, and ordinary intruders will not and cannot break into this hospital.

So when Rita submitted the relevant plan, the person in charge of the police system also said that Rita was making a big deal out of a molehill.

Even if there will be an enemy attack tonight, it only needs to deploy another batch of quick reaction troops to garrison. There is no need to stuff so many more people inside the hospital.

You must know that Birmingham County is Victoria's bridgehead in the Three Kingdoms, and the police officers there are all veterans who have come off the battlefield.

These veterans can immediately put on their clothes and head to the front lines at the first order, let alone the rats who guard the dark side of the city.

Besides, although the senior inspectors in Birmingham County understand the truth that people should not be judged by appearances, the man Rita said would assist in the battle is really not very dignified.

In the words of veteran oil son, he is the kind of noble son who has never been on the battlefield and never seen the market.

At best, he is just a small agent who does housework. It is okay to do some fine work, but it may not be enough to pull it on the big scene.

Lin Luo expressed his appreciation for their evaluation.

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Agreed, Lin Luo is very satisfied that a greasy otaku can be called a noble man.

My brother is naturally fair and fair. Wherever he goes, he is a handsome young man from all over the country. If he doesn't have that temperament, he has no temperament, which is not bad.

And he is not a group of other small-minded friends who can't lose a few pieces of meat if they say a few words. Is it possible to be like Jiuyue, when someone says something bad about her, she just decides whether to use soy sauce or vinegar Here comes the dip.

Of course, no matter what, Lin Luo still sits in Melansha's ward and assumes the task of the last line of defense.

Rita is in charge of the defense outside the inpatient building, and she will control the quick reaction force to block any possible obstacles, while Laurentina is alone in the wards of other cursed people, preventing those people from also Target these poor people.

The tranquility of the night lasted until midnight, and by three o'clock in the morning, the streets were so quiet that one could hear the sound of fog flowing on the ground.

Chill and drowsiness permeate together at this point in time, which is the node where people are most likely to be negligent.

And the attack came at this moment as a matter of course.

Lin Luo, who was sitting in front of the nurse's bed in the ward, suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the night outside the window, and tied a small crossbow to his left arm.

This hand crossbow made of wood, sponge and paper gave up range and power, and only pursued shooting speed, accuracy and its own concealment. It was the equipment that Lin Luo specially rushed out before nightfall.

He loaded a few arrows, and at the same time said softly in the headset: "They are coming."

Rita, who was still patrolling, reacted immediately. She looked at the monitoring terminal in her hand, but she didn't find any traces from the equipment on the outer wall.

But at the next moment, a purple cloud appeared on the ground not far away.

The ugly obsidian seemed to be thrown out of the void, directly building an arch shape on the ground.

Afterwards, the purple cloud expanded and covered the space inside the arch like a thin film.

There is no time for others to react, and at the moment the lower realm portal is formed, a large number of enemies pour out from it.

Rita watched all of this, her body's instincts allowed her to brandish a weapon and shout out "enemy strike", but a word suddenly came to her mind.

The scene in front of me is very similar to the tactic called jumping gangs in the war between mobile cities.

At the same time, Rita also discerned the body of the obsidian gate. The portal that had appeared in front of her was formed again at this moment, but the soldiers who came out of it were no longer armored soldiers, but faces. Infected with fanaticism!

However, it was difficult for Rita to pursue the relationship at this time. She just rushed forward immediately. Having experienced the battle at Caraton, she knew that in this case, blowing up the portal first was the first priority.

The alarm sounded in the silent hospital and was transmitted to the police headquarters in an instant. The special operations force that had been prepared immediately set off and rushed towards the hospital.

And those quick response troops stationed inside the hospital also took action, took their own equipment and filed out of the war room, preparing to rush to Rita's location.

These veterans were running in the corridor, their steps were fast and powerful, and with their footsteps, a lot of blood was also sprinkled on the surrounding walls.

The soldiers following at the rear stopped in horror, because they saw right in front of their eyes that their comrades, after crossing an invisible line, turned into large pieces of corpses and fell to the ground. Fell on the ground.

These veterans who survived the Three Kingdoms front line died silently like this. They didn't even know that they were attacked or the face of the attacker until they died!

Blood sprayed continuously, causing the hallway to be covered with a layer of blood mist.

And in this layer of blood mist, several transparent figures floating in the air were finally caught by the remaining members of the quick reaction force.

Those transparent monsters pierced through the wall. They were shaped like ghosts in the shape of gray bones, with Sakota-like flying wings on their backs, and they held the same sharp weapon in their hands. The murderer who killed the other team members.

The surviving warlocks of the rapid reaction force raised their staffs, and a ball of lava bombs rushed straight at these monsters, but when the bombs exploded, they were shocked to find that these monsters seemed to completely ignore the damage of this high temperature.

And before these survivors could think of a countermeasure, the monsters floating in the air had already started flying, some of them charged straight away, some dived into the ground or walls, and charged past with a perfect coordination. Bring death to these survivors.

Just two face-to-face meetings, the quick-reaction troops stationed in the hospital, including those specially added teams, have all confessed to this blood-soaked corridor.

Until the end, none of them could see where the real attacker was.

jingle--

There was a ringing bell, and the ghosts flying in the corridor turned around at the same time, and returned to the priest who was walking out slowly.

Holding the sub-golden bell in one hand and the human skin book that never left him in the other, Abel looked up at the ceiling of the hospital floor.

"Is it there?"

priest low smile

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One cry: "Lost lamb, I'm here to graze you."

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Chapter 1 I want to use you as a model for painting

"Sir! Pollution gas has been detected in the exhaust system!"

Rita is at the forefront of the defense line at the moment, using her tough strength and equipment to transform into a fortress to prevent the front line around her from being overwhelmed by a steady stream of enemies.

These infected people who ran out of the portal all had one characteristic, that is, they were all crazy like beasts, but if this was the case, it might not be enough to put the defense here under such a great pressure.

The key point is that these infected people seem to no longer be affected by pain, and their vitality has become extremely tenacious, even if they are cut open, they can continue to sprint forward for a certain distance.

This reminded Rita of the zombie pigmen she met in Caraton, but there were no signs of decay on the bodies of these infected people.

There is no doubt that they are still living people, but they have acquired some of the physiological characteristics of those zombie pigmen in the state of living people.

However, compared to the pressure of the frontal battlefield, what made Rita feel a little anxious was the chaos in the command system.

"Activate the purification device and call the headquarters for support!" Rita held a heavy shield and withstood the three enemies in front of her with one hand, and shouted in the communication: "Also, why hasn't the quick response team arrived yet? on site?!"

"Sir, the quick response team has been wiped out."

The correspondent who came to the corridor squeezed his throat microphone, covered in cold sweat: "They seem to have encountered an unknown attack, and all of them have been killed."

To be honest, after Rita lost contact with the quick response team, she already had expectations in this regard, but after confirming the reality, she was still a little surprised and annoyed.