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Chapter 140 New God of War
Carrying a gun when came out in summer, here is the killing show, everything can happen.
He walked to the door of the hall, and everyone turned to look at him.
For a while, a fragile enclosed space was temporarily formed in the nightmare-like building. The shining mud and toys sealed the abyss-like hole, the construction repair gun filled the gaps in the wall and the floor, and the repellent was sprayed everywhere, so thick that it choked. The self-illuminating lights on the zenith shattered, stubbornly lit on the corners, messy and bright, shining on the rainbow-colored messy wall, like being trapped in a fancy and absurd drama.
He saw eight...nine people at a glance, all of them wounded. There were traces of energy bombs, muskets and explosives everywhere on the ground, broken vines everywhere, and weapons scattered on the ground-the monsters were metamorphosed to the extreme, but the weapons were inverted. They are also powerful-some are lost in battle, and some are dead.
Most of these people are familiar with each other and have seen them at banquets or shows in dresses, but they are not familiar with each other. This is the default rule for killing show players, so that the scene is not too ugly when the soldiers meet.
Seeing someone coming in, several players quickly put their hands on their guns-this is how people like them handle all the problems.
Seeing that it was summer, someone's hand quickly moved away from the handle of the gun, and then the second one, as if there was an invisible command to summon, everyone released their hands and did not touch any weapons.
Xia Xia looked at them, and then saw a heavy gun of the rebels scattered in the middle of a chair and walked over to take it. Among so many people, he was the only one holding the gun, and everyone took it for granted.
Everyone on the road turned away and let him take it.
Not far from the floor, you can see the stump of the player, but you can't see which part of the body is.
Xia Xia picked up the gun-really a big guy, and it was cool to watch-turned on the screen, looked at the situation, and turned his head to check the magazine capacity.
At this time someone walked up to him and handed him two new magazines.
Summer took it, and the heavy gun magazine was made into the style of an elegant sickle-using the image of the god of death-the red of the energy value glowed strangely in the corners.
He raised his head and glanced at the man. He knew that he had done a lot of game shows before—called Yi Xiaonan, a bee master and a warrior by profession—the man did not have any expressions, just glanced at him, turned and left, back Go to your comrade-in-arms.
Already dead, he carefully dragged the body to the corner. He had no expression. For them, any expression of emotion was embarrassing and painful.
Someone walked over and handed him a bag of Destroyer commemorative positioning bombs. The bag is pitch black, but the size of a fist can only vaguely see the Logo, showing the shape of a three-dimensional grid line, which is faintly red in the black.
He received a second bag of bombs, which was a multi-functional model for pilgrims, who handed over the most powerful weapon in their hands.
Someone handed over the master's caliber cannon, and he even had this stuff.
He looked at heavy guns, bombs, and medical kits. In more distant locations, he had the authority of most orbiting satellites, and he could freely enter and exit most of the defense areas. The back doors of all applications were open for him, and he held it in his hand. Enough to destroy the virus in the floating city.
Around him, desperadoes trimmed their faces gloomily. Someone was looking after the injured teammates. One by one was scarred. The light from the self-illuminating lamp burned messily on his body, and something sharp was condensed in his eyes.
They would all turn their heads to look at him inadvertently. In the hellish building, their eyes seemed to be gloomy sparks, burning with a desire for destruction.
There were thirteen people alive in this group, from six different teams. The first group came and was basically wiped out, and they were completely tortured by the killing show before they died.
The final round prepared by the company is a rich and terrifying porn. Plants crawl out from below like hands, full of lust and hunger from hell. They cannot escape upward, nor leave, they can only be trapped on the 13th floor. , Resisted desperately.
Because of the war just now, this place has become the safest place right now, so everyone sealed the cracks and sprayed repellent-this thing is very common in the killing show, and there is also a copycat version in the lower city, which can drive and manage a specific gene Marked creatures are like the whips used to raise livestock in the old days-for temporary trimming.
In view of the fact that they had opened the storeroom before, their supplies were quite abundant. Someone turned on a new box of self-illuminating lights. The light was bright for a while, with blood stains and corpses, and the tattered and weird upper city luxury accessories. There is really a resistance army stronghold. the taste of.
Xia Xia held a heavy gun in one hand and looked down at her feet.
The dead vines there twisted again, and finally limp completely. In the messy hall under his feet, a vine several meters long lay flat on the ground, forming a nearly complete hand shape among blood, gunfire burn marks, and shiny sand.
The middle finger is the longest, the thumb is stubby, and the palm is as small as a branch of a branch, but the fingers are spread out on the ground long and wrinkled like a snake. One is as thick as his arm and has black and gray lines. Long time no sunlight, extremely distorted. There are no leaves on the vine growing from the deepest part of the building.
All the way down from above, he realized that there were no single plants here, all of them grew from below. It is possible that there are several vines growing underneath, which are so huge that they even cause the floor to crack.
Xia Tian lowered the gun, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out the knife in his pocket, and cut the tentacles vertically, with a focused expression.
Everyone looked at him unconsciously. Those people looked after their comrades, checked the strongholds, prepared the arms, and just watched his movements.
This is such a humble battlefield, but outside this space, countless eyes on the upper city are directed towards summer. There are civilians in the cubicles and nobles in the mansions. Their chests are burning, although they are not Know what you want. Just look at him and wait.
He focused on the corpse of the vine in front of him, took a knife, and moved extremely dexterously. He had a heavy gun on his lap, a lock of hair fell over his neck, and he wore a long black coat that perfectly outlined his figure. The light burned on him, and every move seemed to be carved forever for worship.
He sits on the throne of desperadoes, and his presence is so strong that it is impossible to look away.
The kingdom that he only exists in legends-TV, movies, games, and reality shows-is taking shape, the veil of illusion and reality is lifted, and the vast and unrivaled army of fantasy is emerging.
From illusion to reality. With the smell of heavy guns, blood, flames, and gunpowder, the gods came to this prosperous, peaceful, arrogant and unbelief world with a future full of bones.
The inside of the vine is stranded, very flexible, with a sandy translucent core in the center. When you twist it with your hands in summer, it crumbles into sand in your fingers.
He stared at the thing, remembering how it felt when it caught him.
The "index finger" rubbed slowly on his back, while the "thumb" clasped his lower abdomen, and I don't know which finger was stroking his waist. It's really like human hands, and the five fingers still have a division of labor.
And when he recalled that, he remembered Qi Xia Shang's breathing in his ears. He unconsciously touched his right ear, and there was a slight bulge in the ear canal. When touched, he made a disgusting squeak, as if something was cocooning and commotion in it. He put his hands down suddenly, extremely irritable, and at the same time extremely clear-headed, he was sure what kind of contented expression the bastard would show when he couldn't help touching it.
With a cold face, he went to tear down another tree—the most indispensable thing here is this thing.
Bai Lin came over and sat down opposite him.
Xia Xia looked up at him, Little White's locks of hair turned up again, and his short hair was a bit messy because of the fight. He just picked it off before and made it messy. The gray eyes looked at him, hidden behind the falling hair, a bit sultry, and terribly beautiful, making people want to touch him.
Their gazes crossed and stopped for three seconds. Xia Tian looked away, he was 100% sure that Qi Xia Shang was staring.
"What's the matter?" Bai Lin said.
"This is not a plant." Xia Tian said, looking at something like sand in his hand, "I found some degraded bones."
Bai Lin lowered his head, staring at the scene in front of Xia, holding the gun in his hand, his knuckles were white.
Xia Xia is very casual, but he can see the point at a glance. Opposite the summer, two smaller vines are placed together like two hands.
The left hand and the right hand are still opposite.
He moved, and when his arm touched the summer-it was not restrained enough-he felt a little reassuring pressure. He sometimes felt that he had become fragile, and only then could he look directly at the samples.
Wei Xi whispered from behind, "Do you guys feel the same way, they look like... many hands?"
No one speaks.
There was a dead silence, and there were veterans here, and when someone mentioned it, they could see these human characteristics.
Bai Lin wanted to vomit, and someone swears.
They have been thinking about the ecology of this - or several - vines, but at this moment, they realized that it was not. In the previous battle, countless hands stretched out from the abyss, grabbing, petting, encroaching and devouring human beings——
It was really someone's hand.
Someone vomited.
Bai Lin remembered the events of the massacre again. Those mutations were incomprehensible and extremely crazy. In the later stage, they no longer looked like any real world.
He has good skills, so he lived for a long time... He was walking in a nightmare, he had seen rope-like monsters grown from human bodies, combined mimicry, or maggot-like symbiosis. He has killed a lot and saw them devouring each other. His hometown and loved ones have mutated, died, and been used in ways he had never imagined.
All this is terrifying to what kind of power the "gods" above the sky master, and how crazy they are to create such a thing.
Summer suddenly said, "We have to go down."
Bai Lin turned his head to look at him. In summer, his hair was tied up in a mess, his forehead bruised a little, and the heavy gun was pitch-black and huge, lying on his arm, the light reflected in his eyes, like the fire of a huge explosion. It is fatal and cannot be changed.
The nightmare surrounds Zhou, but the once confusion and helplessness have faded away. He looks so dazzling and fearless, he is naturally the center of everyone.
Make a decision in summer and look at the people around you.
Everyone’s hands are on the gun, which is the greatest comfort in the world for people like them, and everything will be attributed to a similar result.
This battle must be fought, no one doubts. This is an extremely old road, which is definitely not good, but it has its own dignity. They seem to have been waiting to take this road since they were born. People look at Summer, the new God of War, and there is no more terrifying and bright light in the world.
"Let's go down," Xia Xia said, "Kill him."