Chapter 412 Treatment Issues

The sacrificial knife sliced ​​open the old priest's cheekbone cleanly. As Huai Shi roared, he suddenly pulled it, crushed his tongue, and pierced it out of his mouth.

Before the withered flesh could bleed, Huai Shi pulled out the Sword of Virtue from the saddlebag behind her in mid-air.

He directly pressed his shoulder, thrust the sword blade into the old man's neck, passed it out from behind the neck, and swung it horizontally!

Behead!

A broken and dull head flew up from his shoulders along with the purple-black blood, and the scattered white hair was dyed red by the plasma.

But then, the headless corpse suddenly moved, raised its palm, and pressed it on Huai Shi's face.

In the palm of his hand, countless tiny pupils opened in an instant, staring maliciously into Huai Shi's eyes.

The light from the abyss burst forth from it.

"You idiots, feel the truth!"

A torrent of source material like a tsunami spurted out from his palm, pouring into Huai Shi's body along with a massive amount of nightmares.

Huai Shi's vision went dark, and immediately she felt that her soul seemed to have left her body... and actually flew out backwards under the push of the old ghost.

Behind him, a black vortex emerged out of thin air, with countless deformed limbs extending out, pulling at Huai Shi's soul, trying to drag him into the deepest part of the dream of decay.

"Witness the truth!"

The broken head grinned, and countless visions that could only be seen in nightmares appeared in front of Huai Shi.

The essence from the abyss and the philosophy of rotten dreams continuously emerged from Huai Shi's consciousness, constantly wearing down his will to resist, and trying to root everything about him deeply into his soul.

Transforming him into the Corrupted Dreamer.

"Receive the gift of the Great Spirit, the lucky one chosen by the good night."

The old face smiled ferociously, "Farewell to this decadent world. From now on, you will be our companion and become a sober person in this miserable world!"

In a trance, Huai Shi felt that he was swallowed up by endless darkness, the world fell apart in front of him, and everything was shattered into phantoms like a dream.

Reality and fiction were reversed, and he was swallowed up by endless dreams of madness.

Just a moment is worth thousands of years.

Imprisoned in the endless darkness, the light in Huai Shi's eyes gradually extinguished, and in the end, only darkness remained. In the endless darkness, there is only a warm and kind light waiting in front.

"come on!"

The old priest smiled and spread his hands in the light: "Embrace the only truth in the world and accept the supreme salvation from the good night..."

"Before that, let me ask a question..."

Deeply sleepy and dazed, Huai Shi subconsciously asked: "Does your company provide overtime pay?"

"..." The old man was stunned.

"There should be paid vacations, right?" Huai Shi asked again: "Five insurances and one housing fund? Ten-salary year-end bonus?"

"Does your company have exclusive access to the bus? VIP lounge? Is it reimbursed for first-class travel?"

Dissatisfaction appeared in his empty eyes, Huai Shi asked: "I am still an artist, so I should get a signing fee, right? What about the exposure activities? Are you prepared to gain popularity? The hot search headlines will take at least a few months, right? ?”

"..."

"Nothing at all?"

He frowned, woke up from the nightmare, opened his eyes, and looked at the hideous corpse in front of him: "Then you have the nerve to come out and cheat money?"

boom!

The hammer of pain was raised, aimed at his newly grown old face, and struck down.

Plasma spurts.

Amid the screams, the palm that grabbed Huai Shi burst out with infinite force, and suddenly threw Huai Shi out, flying like a cannonball and smashing into countless squirming flesh.

"Stubborn!"

The angry old priest raised his hand again and slowly shook it towards Huai Shi, but then, his hand was blown open.

In the large shield array that was opened since then, Lattice 1-1 and Lattice 1-2 have already walked out carrying shields. They held a pistol and moved forward step by step, taking cover alternately.

The bullets fired from that pistol were extremely weird. Every bullet that hit the old priest would blast a bloody hole in his body. The wound could not be closed and made a hissing sound.

When changing the magazine, you can see the red bullets carved from crystal stones.

They moved quickly, and under alternating shooting and cover, they immediately arrived in front of Huai Shi.

Lattice 1-1 took out a mountain axe, and neatly cut off the flesh and blood entangled with Huai Shi, pulled him up, and ran quickly regardless of the flesh and blood tentacles clinging to his arms.

Soon, Huai Shi was dragged back to the bunker.

He turned around and shouted: "Strong shot in the arm, now!"

"No, no, no, he's still alive."

Huai Shi coughed and got up from the ground, casually tore off the entangled tentacles on his body, threw them to the ground and crushed them.

In the same place, amid the hail of bullets and bullets, the old priest had become riddled with holes.

But tentacles of flesh and blood continued to extend from his wounds, squirming, forming distorted limbs and organs, and the outline of the original human form was completely lost.

[Remote strike is in place. 】

Yanshi's mechanized voice sounded from the channel: [Prepare for impact prevention]

A roaring sound erupted, the ceiling cracked, and the pungent smell spread instantly.

The torrent swept through.

Water like a waterfall poured in from behind the dome, causing Huaishi to raise her head in shock, her eyes twitching wildly: It was all alchemical fuel - once it exploded, it would be enough to send them to the sky!

This is the rhythm that requires them to make heroic sacrifices!

With the roaring sound, behind the gap in the wall and far away, the artillery module descended rapidly on the guide rail.

Only this time there was a figure beside Pao Shen.

Andrea.

Holding the cannon body beside him, the scholar from the Ivory Tower raised his finger towards this place from a distance and gestured like a pistol.

Invisible trigger pull.

"biang!"

She whispered softly.

The next moment, a ray of fire burst out of thin air from the rushing alchemical fuel, turning into a shrill and torrent frenzy in an instant.

In the dazzling firelight, the endless flame flow was restrained by invisible power.

All the alchemical fuel evaporated in an instant and turned into part of the terrifying temperature. All the heat was violently stimulated and tightly bound within the narrow space.

A blurry figure formed.

It was as if a god in flames had descended.

Under the control of thermodynamics and Salamander, Andrea directly articulates this destructive power.

As the fire swept away violently, nothing was left.

Whether it's the old man who keeps reborn, the eroded flesh and blood on the walls, or even all the insignificant things in the hall.

All were buried in the sea of ​​fire.

In the end, as the flames shrank, only the 'tower-shaped' emblem of an ivory tower was left burning, proving that everything just happened.

Huai Shi took a breath of air and turned back to wave to Andrea to thank her.

Andrea also blinked at him, and as the artillery attack module took off again, it went to other places.

It wasn't until the old ghost's body was gone that Jingge 1-1 staggered back two steps, sat on the ground, and weakly raised his hand to signal for rescue.

Huaishi immediately took out the sacrificial knife and cut open the broken gloves and cuffs of Lattice 1-1.

Tentacles of flesh and blood had torn through his armor and sunk into his arms.

Jing Ling 1-1 became fierce and prepared to chop off his arm, but Huai Shi grabbed the hand holding the knife.

"etc."

He took out the blood bottle he had prepared in advance from his pocket, ripped off the cap, and poured the poison-filled plasma onto his arm.

Amidst a burst of hissing sounds, Lattice 1-1 suppressed a cry of pain.

Soon, the tentacles of flesh and blood had disappeared, and traces of mold-like corrosion appeared on the incomplete flesh and blood, and the bones were deeply visible.

Fighting poison with poison is extremely effective, but emergency treatment can only go so far.

Huai Shi roughly stroked his arm to draw out the poison, then handed over the rest to the medical staff. After a layer of spray was applied, a mechanical splint was immediately attached to his arm, and there was no visible injury.

Jing Ling 1-1 saluted Huai Shi, got up and signaled to his subordinates to clean up the mess, and then prepared to set off again.

Without giving them any chance to breathe, new tasks were assigned from Yanshi.

The lunatics from the Good Night Club finally realized something was wrong and began to riot and resist. However, the situation was over and they had already been divided into different places, waiting for the Legion to exterminate them.

There are many tasks, but this time there is no Huai Shi in the task.

Soon, Tony's angry voice sounded in the earphones: "A5, A5, I screwed up, FU x-on:k! One of them ran away, damn, this time I capsized in the gutter..."

"I'll be there immediately."

Huai Shi replied, picked up his sword from the ground, waved goodbye and was about to leave, but was stopped by Jing Ling 1-1.

He picked up Huai Shi's pistol from the ground, then pulled out his magazine, loaded all the red crystal bullets into it, and handed it to Huai Shi.

"Blessed bullets can effectively kill hell creatures."

He saluted Huai Shi and said goodbye: "Have a safe journey, sir."

"Ah, okay."

Huai Shi borrowed the gun and stuffed it into the saddle bag, waved to them, turned around, grabbed the hanging steel cable and climbed up quickly.

In mid-air, he pressed the headset: "This is Huaishi, what's going on?"

"He was run away by a priest."

While running wildly, Tony reported breathlessly: "I was a step too late... That guy has already run out of the blockade and ran into the public place. Are the snipers in place? Damn it!"

There was a roar and a loud noise from the other end of the headset, and there was a faint roar of "Good Nights Last".

Then there was the sound of an explosion.

Intensive gunshots rang out and the headset was hung up.

As the rope rose, Huai Shi also heard the sound of gunshots approaching.

He grasped the Sword of Virtue tightly and was ready, rushing out of the cabin the moment it flipped up.

Then I saw a messy small square.

Many tourists were lying dead on the streets, and there were also several zombies from the Good Night Club who were shooting at them randomly with guns, causing chaos.

Several other passengers had already been taken hostage.

From the exit of the underground passage, a half-broken figure slowly walked out.