MTL - C-class Hybrids Forced To Slay Dragons-Chapter 25 The Fall of New Haven (middle)
At this moment, Luo Yin missed Chu Zihang immensely. A few Jun Yan threw them up, what kind of beast army, it was all barbecue!
In the back is the Beast Paradise, with intercepted vehicles on the left and right, and the townspeople poured out like ant colonies under the dual influence of the King's Attendant and hypnosis.
The little pickup rammed through the streets of New Haven, with bullet holes all over its body. Having blown a tire, Fingal held the steering wheel tightly and drove towards the source of the release of the word spirit.
The remaining amount of all kinds of bombs was dropping rapidly. At this time, Luo Yin didn't have time to think about any collateral damage.
If he can go back completely this time, he swears that he will stay in the shelter of Walter Alheim until Nidhogg destroys the world.
He shrunk sideways in the back compartment, blocking the bullets with the metal gear box, and the alchemy revolver slammed hard from time to time. Ye Sheng placed his long knife horizontally outside the window, and the steel storm of the submachine gun suppressed the chasing crowd. The severe pain of being shot in the leg made the mob awake from the influence of the word spirit and squirm on the ground in horror.
Judging from the chant, the two chants were not far from them, and they should be hiding in some kind of cover.
The density of the dragon-like beasts is getting higher and higher, and the size is getting bigger and bigger, and they are about to have nowhere to go. Wretched violence is really not fun to play!
Grass, what is that!
Two nearly 20-meter-long membrane-winged black giant pythons coiled around the mayor's house, with angular heads, golden vertical pupils, and snake letters as thick as arms.
The pythons rushed side by side, the street seemed so narrow, and the beasts flew into the sky like being hit by a train.
The silver bullet inspired the lightning to hit the snake's belly, but it only made them more manic.
"Luo Yin, Fingal! Bring your weapons and prepare to abandon the car!"
Fingal slammed the steering wheel, facing the small supermarket on the left. The black python head was only three or four meters away from the bumper.
The three jumped out of the car and ran. Before entering the supermarket, Ye Sheng observed the surrounding terrain and quickly wrote it down.
The giant python captured the small truck, the snake body squeezed the body hard, and the layers of steel plates were twisted and deformed.
There was no one inside. There were only three grenades that were about to explode, blowing the snake's body into pieces.
Among the beasts, Lamont and Amon slowly appeared. Lamont has stopped Word Spirit Hypnosis, after all, he is only C-level blood. The boy Amon was wrapped in a white cloth, the corners of his mouth grinned on his stupid face, and his whole body and mind were filled with joy.
The manic python turned around, the boy stretched out his thin hand and gently stroked the huge python head, soothing his friends.
Lamont took the boy's hand and slowly walked towards the supermarket's storage warehouse. Are the prey already panicking, and sticking to one place is only a few seconds late.
The field of the King's Attendant broke out again with Amon as the center, and the herd rushed to the gate of the warehouse.
"In a desperate situation, you have to take a gamble." Ye Sheng took out a big killer from the equipment box, a 12.7mm Barrett sniper rifle.
When hunters see their prey indented in a burrow or grass, they lose their patience when lurking and can't help but look at their prey.
As Yan Ling's chanting became louder, Ye Sheng set up his sniper rifle and recalled the terrain outside the supermarket in his mind.
"Luo Yin!"
Luo Yin understood and threw a point-and-shoot camera.
"eggplant!"
The bronze surface is rapidly imaged. Lamont and the boy stood a dozen meters outside the warehouse, surrounded by beasts, like the king of the jungle.
"Hit that boy!" Luo Yin said.
boom!
The sniper bullet ripped through the iron gate of the warehouse, passed through the fence, and blew the boy Amon's right shoulder into pieces.
Flesh and bones smeared Lamont's face, the panicked priest turned and ran away, another sniper bullet swiped across his calf, and blood burst.
The three quickly left from the supermarket gate, randomly beat a mob, robbed his van, and continued to the mayor's house.
Luo Yin could feel that there are still huge and weak spirits in the town, and the communication interference has not been lifted, which means that the big guy behind the scenes is still outside.
The dragon-like beasts lost their commander and couldn't find their original hunting target. Their bloodthirsty impulse made them stalk around the town, using their sharp claws and fangs to randomly kill all life, including the same kind.
"Heaven has become hell. Sure enough, the names are the opposite."
The three of them carried several big guns, drove the truck, and killed all the way. People, half-breeds, beasts, all who stand in the way should die.
In the rear-view mirror, the savage Jacob is still chasing the car all the way, just like a hound.
Stepping on the accelerator to the bottom, he lowered his head and sank, the front of the truck slammed open the big iron gate of the mayor's house with a loud noise. One thing to say, Luo Yin wanted to do this for a long time.
In the mayor's house, it was already an inhuman scene.
Alfonso's blond wig fell to the ground, leaving nothing on his head. The skin was overflowing with blood, and there were new messy dragon scales growing everywhere.
"This is a longevity medicine! I've already drank the longevity medicine!
Treat my disease, and I can enjoy life for decades in another place! "
Dragon blood pollution. The three looked gloomy.
The same is true for the rest of the people. The cook, the store manager, the butcher, the maid, and more than a dozen people have all been eroded and alienated by dragon blood.
This is not some kind of longevity medicine... If you have bad luck, you will be poisoned to death. If you are lucky, you will become Deadpool and get ridiculous immortality.
Jacob rushed from the door, and more than a dozen stinky monsters who had initially turned into Deadpool rushed towards the three of them.
"It's disgusting. Just to get such a gift."
Yan Ling · Bronze Throne! Fingal gives you a life-and-death show.
Ye Sheng and Luo Yin met back-to-back against the uncles and aunts of the neighborhood committees who had become dragons. Shotguns and revolvers shot after shot, headshots, broken legs, and chest piercings. One by one, the devotees fell, and the hunting knife pinned Alfonso's claws to the ground.
Fingal pressed Jacob's claws and fractured them in reverse in an instant, but under the influence of Guisheng, he (it) felt no pain at all. The fangs gnawed at the copper-colored wrists, and the sharp claws kicked at the kidneys. It wasn't until his neck was twisted and a shuttle of bullets hit his forehead that he finally calmed down.
Ye Sheng rushed to the attic and rescued Erlin. The girl had already fainted from the shock of the beasts outside the window.
Driving out the truck with a slumped head, looking around, the whole town is basically dead. Dragon-shaped beasts broke through every house, devoured flesh and blood frantically, and people bit each other after eating.
Ye Sheng looked at the two with some hesitation in his eyes.
"There is nothing to hesitate, the priest must die!" Luo Yin felt a little nauseous when he thought of that guy's appearance as a saint who was indifferent to the world.
"This direction." Fingal pointed to the red marker outside the town on the satellite map.
"There is no place in the whole town where dragon-like beasts can be cultivated. There are only signs of human activities in the mayor's basement. This is a group of abandoned mines, and I think it is the most suspicious."
The truck starts, the accelerator is full.
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Lamont drove the off-road vehicle with one hand and drove all the way to the mine outside the town~www.novelbuddy.com~ His eyes were full of tears, both because of the guilt for not completing the Lord's mission, and because of the severe pain. His right leg was wounded by a sniper rifle, and he was bleeding all over; most of his left arm disappeared, and was swallowed by the chaotic beast.
Approaching the mine, the priest stopped the car, the white robe tightly wrapped around the wound on his left arm, and limped towards the mine, his eyes firm as if he were a pilgrim.
He didn't have a flashlight and slowly sank into the dark pit alone.
Lamont never lied to anyone about his past. A former gambler, he went into exile near New Haven. At that time, he also really heard the call of the Lord, and he saw countless visions, the glorious history of that great creature.
The murderer Alfonso, the abuser Samuel, the mad Jacob, the youthful Harley, the slaughter-loving Amon... He is different from those people. From that moment ten years ago, he decided to give all of himself to the great Kukulkan.
Fumbling through the long mine road, Lamont walked into the central mine. Four or five miner's lamps barely illuminated the huge space.
There were white bones everywhere, and the deformed beasts were lying on the ground, trembling, not daring to make a sound.
There is nothing in the center, but you can feel the grand majesty.
Lamont fell to his knees, his eyes full of piety and regret.
"Great Lord, I have failed. The pasture has been destroyed, and three outlanders have killed everyone and may be heading here."
"Humble believer, I ask you to forgive my mistakes and let me return to your arms."
There was silence.
A huge dragon head suddenly appeared in the twisted air, swallowing Lamont in one bite.
Then he began to devour the dragon-like beasts, and those brutal creatures were as quiet as lambs.
