Chapter 1044: Catastrophe (4)

For this unexpected easy entry, his big dark green face did not show any reaction. If a slow chill of fear spread through the whole body of the special warlord when the closed door opened, it would have been funny.
　　 He raised the sword in his hands and entered a defensive position.
　　 He knew that there were no more bullets in the gun. Every bullet was consumed on the dross. During the process of completely occupying the sewage treatment plant, the resistance they encountered was beyond imagination.
　　Originally, he thought the task was over, but Kundera asked them to take the lead in the already closed pipeline of the sewage treatment plant, and cleared a smooth road. As for where the road leads, Kundera did not explain.
　　The extra task means greater risk. Ur doesn’t want to take such a risk. He is not an arrogant kid, but the price offered by the other party makes him unable to refuse.
　　 A fully remodeled armored truck will allow them to have a perfect mobile base.
　　 The initial idea was that there must be a lot of trouble in the cement pipes of these black holes, but in fact they have not yet encountered an enemy.
　　 Ur also found no evidence of their existence.
　　All this confirmed that some of his suspected defensive ground shrimps did not seem to step into this place, so what are they protecting?
　　 Everything seems to be going smoothly, but the uneasiness that emanates from the depths of the pipeline cannot be ignored.
　　Some inhuman things seemed to peep at him in that impenetrable darkness, and Ur trusted his instincts, or instincts.
　　 "This place is so strange."
　　 He smelled the air, but smelled the odor of rotten wood and rotten leaves, so he was alert to turn on the searchlight on his shoulder, and other boys also learned something, thereby dispersing part of the thick darkness.
　　 Soon, Ur felt the smell around him changed into a faint, sweet smell, which gave him an appetizing aroma in his nostrils and roots of his throat.
　　In such a closed environment, this is enough to be surprising, but he is too focused on the smell he is looking for, and no such idea emerges.
　　 "What's that smell?"
　　Hagrid also smelled it, he mumbled for the first time.
　　 "Shrimp is mad at this place."
　　 The nervous boy in the team almost twitched and said that while he was talking, he kept rolling his eyes, as if something was wandering over his head.
　　 "There are some dead heads in the wall."
　　 As soon as this remark came out, the special warfare boys immediately approached him as if he was a bright light infiltrating the darkness.
　　 Their armor was still splattered with clot and blood, proving that it was not long before the battle ended.
Only the bold and self-proclaimed Hagrid still wields his big gun. Other boys have abandoned their guns and used melee weapons. In relatively narrow underground drainage pipes, melee weapons can give They feel safe.
　　 Out of the previous encounters, this is the reason why the nerve boy followed them, and Ur agreed to bring these unstable neuropathies.
The battles with blood worshippers made him realize the dangers of witchcraft skills used by the shrimps. Those battles also showed Wuer the weaknesses of the existence on the other side of the physical boundary. The meaning of the reward given by a furious warlord.
　　 demons, evil stars, and monsters.
　　 But that's it.
　　 "Dead heads... everywhere...dead heads..."
　　 There was a dull mumble under the skull cap of the neuro boy, and he was concentrating on his spiritual power.
　　 Then, a green light erupted briefly from his eyes, and the halo above his head expanded significantly.
　　As the light touched Ur, he felt that his tight muscles had stretched, and his body, which had been tired after a long battle, had also gained fresh strength.
　　 Just a little, not all.
"Spread out, stay alert, put the gun in a position where you can touch it, but don't rush to fire and fall on your own, I will deduct his salary... Turn your head, Hagrid! I am talking about you! "
　　 "Oh oh..."
　　 Hagrid seemed perfunctory, and the special warriors were far away from him.
　　 "There seems to be light in front, so pay attention."
　　 Unconsciously, they have been walking for more than an hour, because there is no specific map, they can only walk by feeling.
　　 A glimmer of light in the dark warned Ur, and there seemed to be a huge space in front of him, and the light was seen through an arch.
　　 The tip of the knife pointed forward, and Ur stepped into the arch carefully, but immediately felt suffocated.
　　 The spicy odor is terrifying, his nose is as if full of rotten flowers.
　　 He tightened his throat, his eyes were moist, and his body developed an allergic reaction that was undesirable for his superb physiology.
　　With each of his steps, this reaction deteriorated rapidly.
　　The neurospirit's psionic aura was shrinking, and he walked up the with a heavy and slow pace, and then he was forced to double the gag against the inclined steps.
　　If the guy on the side reached out, he would have fallen to his knees.
　　 There was a sweet pain in his chest cavity, which could not remove a molecule in the mist in his nasal cavity.
　　Stutters and coughing scratched his ears, telling him that his team was also suffering.
　　Ur took out a mask from behind his waist, which was used by the mechanics. He felt that it might be used, so he would carry it when fighting.
　　 Put on the mechanic mask, the irritating odor will be lightened, but it will be replaced by an unpleasant rancid mushroom but at least tolerable.
　　Ur, raised his head, his eyes widened.
　　 Under this dark ground, there is a garden full of tiny, sharp dark purple flowers.
　　 The garden is surrounded by many mirrors, flashing in a delightful pattern.
　　 Small decorations of flame and metal hang on the wall, bursting out of gold, purple and white.
　　 Gravity and time seem to be dull, being expelled from the real world, ecstatic emotions are beating on everything, like pollinating insects enjoying a gluttonous feast~EbookFREE.me~ There are no traces of humans here.
　　 On the contrary, each mirror is occupied by a flashing tentacle.
There are hundreds of them here.
　　Each one is supple and slack, about as thick as a man's torso, and the twisted human face and desperate claws are pressing translucently.
　　Ur felt that his face had become relaxed with horror and disgust, and everything he had experienced so far failed to prepare him for it.
　　 In the center of the garden, the trembling tentacles were concentrated on a table with a pink misty fountain.
　　Squamous colloids oozed from the tentacles still sticking out on the humanoid wreckage to the captain's throne. The golden military emblem of the New California Republic sank into the sticky face of the creature, as if mockingly imprinted.
　　The two heads, feet, and eyes tremble there, incredible, but intuitively can recognize that once belonged to humans.
　　 You are here.
　　 He seemed to be talking.
　　 The corroded thing made a gurgling sound, and the inexplicable sensory stimulation waved with its tentacles.
　　 "I didn't expect it would be pleasant to have visitors so soon."
　　 A disgusting sound spread through the core body of the jelly, a mass of mucus covering it twitched with a greasy current.
　　 "Oh, Your Majesty Guk, the masquerade prince asked me to pay tribute to you and apologize here. He assures you that you will find a lot of fun."