Chapter 169: Endemion (11)

Seeing that Wen Zhixian successfully resurrected Feng Sheng, Xiao Lan said: "I'm going to find a runaway guy and go first."
Wen Zhixian waved at him: "Good luck, Xiao Lanlan."
Feng Sheng said: "Thank you, bye."
Xiao Lan waved his hand while walking outwards: "Goodbye, and good luck to you."
Xiao Lan stepped out of the gate of the frozen warehouse.
It was probably a shell blown by the shell before. The whole hull had a lot of holes. A thick white mist poured in from the outside, limiting his sight.
Xiao Lan was marching in the empty Endimion.
It was still silent, as if there was only him left in the world, only the silent and luxurious decoration around it remained the same.
Suddenly, he smelled rusty blood in the air.
Stepping carefully forward, Xiao Lan saw a red in the white mist.
Further forward, he discovered that this was a blood stain, from the ceiling to the wall and then to the ground, all stained with blood, as if some flesh and blood burst here.
Xiao Lan looked in the direction when he came, but he could not see the quiet and empty corridor.
It seemed as if he had come all the way through the sea of ​​blood.
He looked around. It should be the real Endymion, not the empty and dead cruise ship just now.
Only the diffuse white mist remains the same.
Then, as if the red curtain had been pulled open, there was a scene like in front. The walls and the ground were all splattered blood stains, and there was only blood and death in the air that was too thick to melt.
The corpses that fell across the ground fell to the ground, and it was no longer clear whether it was the player or the npc.
With a total of 8,000 cruise ships, Xiao Lan simply does not know how many of them are players.
But so many corpses are the first time he has seen him since he entered the game.
Their deaths are different, some of them seem to have been violently hit, some of them have died from sharp blades, some have been attacked by beasts, and others have their eyes open and frightened, and there is no trace of scars on their bodies. , But has already died.
Obviously, none of them died from the same ghost.
I don't know how many ghosts are reveling on the Endimion at this moment.
"Dear passengers... Zizi... There is an emergency on board, please go to... deck... take a lifeboat... escape..."
"Dear passengers... Zizi... There is an emergency on board, please..."
The cruise ship kept repeating this sentence.
There are no living figures around, and ordinary passengers, if not dead, should have fled according to the broadcast instructions.
The remaining high probability are all players who do side missions.
They will not choose to escape, it is the player's true character to ride the dust on the road to death.
Xiao Lan continued to advance on the ship.
After walking for a while, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
At a position in the corner, he saw something similar to the "God" limb.
It was obviously a flesh-and-blood structure, but it seemed to grow on the hull, fused with the steel plate, and slowly creeping.
Not good, can this guy not only parasitize humans, but can even take hardship cruise ships?
Xiao Lan really hates this unscientific creature.
No logic at all.
Well... except Luo.
Thinking of Luo, Xiao Lan took out the envelope and tried to contact the other party again, but still did not reply.
Xiao Lan frowned. What happened to Luo?
Although he didn't understand what happened, as long as he successfully cleared the customs, the two could meet.
Xiao Lan put away the envelope and continued to move along the traces left by the "God".
The further forward, the more flesh and blood parasitic on the ship, making the corridor look like a nest of some kind of monster.
These flesh and blood entangled like tree roots have even blocked a part of the passage, making him have to temporarily change the route.
On the way, Xiao Lan also saw some human-like bodies embedded in flesh and blood, which were being swallowed.
This situation is a bit bad. It seems that during the time when the trace is lost, the power of the "God" has become much stronger.
If he doesn't find it any faster, this guy doesn't know what it will look like.
"Huh...Huh..." Suddenly, a strange, hoarse laughter came from Xiao Lan.
He turned back suddenly, and saw a strange face squeeze out of the flesh on the wall.
The face was hung upside down, and the dead gray eyes stared at Xiao Lan with malicious intent, saying word by word: "Profess...God... Who...dead..."
As the voice fell, the quietly proliferating flesh and blood launched a fierce attack on Xiao Lan at the same time.
Countless tentacles pierced in the direction of Xiao Lan.
When Xiao Lan heard the laughter, he had already brought out the [Bone of Rebellion], and the dark blade was directly directed at the flesh and blood tentacles that had attacked him.
After several passes, Xiao Lan clearly felt that they had become harder.
The sword in Xiao Lan's hand was more violent, and he rushed towards the face while he was shuttled by the tentacle attack.
It seems that this thing can control the behavior of flesh and blood.
Feeling dangerous, the human face tried to return.
However, it is too slow.
Xiao Lan has flashed in front of it quickly and cut it directly on this face without mercy.
"what--"
After shrieking screamingly, the face was cut in half and then absorbed again like flesh, without wasting at all.
The whole process fully demonstrated what is called recycling, which is very environmentally friendly.
As the face disappeared, the flesh and blood in the hallway also stopped attacking.
They returned to their previous state of unconscious proliferation.
Xiao Lan heard the system prompt, and his perennial strike-killing skills were scammed again:
"Poverty cannot limit my imagination, you get [wake up, get up and work]"
He looked at the storage space, which contained an alarm clock-like prop:
[Name: Wake up, work up (rare props)]
[Ability: Force to wake up the target regardless of species (cooling time 24 hours)]
[Explanation: Who wouldn’t hate the early morning alarm? 】
Xiao Lan: "..."
Countless pictures of getting up early in the morning and rushing to work and school flashed through my mind.
Why have you already entered the advent of the world, but also recall this painful thing! ! !
With a sigh, Xiao Lan did not withdraw his weapon and moved on.
At the same time, a space gap suddenly opened above the deck of the Endimion.
A man with small braids and wheat skin tanned in casual beach pants stepped out of it and stood on the deck.
After he stepped out completely, the space behind him closed instantly.
Everything looks so natural, it seems that he can come and go freely between different game fields at any time.
The braided man looked at his palm and couldn't help scratching his head: "Huh, urgent task-'find the source of abnormal energy and take it away'. How can I not write a clear description of the task? I don't want to work overtime on vacation... …"
There was a compass-like thing in his hand, and inside was a small cloud of dark shadows.
The pointer is currently shaking slightly in one direction.
The braided man looked at the pointer: "Is there over there?"
He lifted his feet wearing flip-flops and disappeared instantly.
Under the guidance of traces, Xiao Lan has gone deeper and deeper.
As he progressed, the surrounding structure that originally belonged to the cruise ship gradually disappeared, and the purpose was the entangled flesh and blood structure.
Later, he solved several faces that came out to attack, and clearly felt that the more frequent the attack was, the denser the frequency.
Finally, Xiao Lan entered a very open space.
It was supposed to be a place like a stadium, but now most of it is covered by flesh and blood, making it unclear.
The wall, the top of the head, and part of the ground are all mucus and squirming muscles, with a vitality that is unpleasant.
Xiao Lan gripped the "Bone of Rebellion" in his hand, and was more cautious in his heart.
It looks unusual here, it's just like a lair.
I am afraid that the body of "God" is here.
Xiao Lan continued to move forward.
Suddenly, his footsteps stopped.
A sticky voice rang above him, like something soft and slimy.
Xiao Lan did not look up, he jumped directly to the side, avoiding the area where he had stood before.
At the next moment, several things like the tongue of a lizard pierced from above.
If you are licked, you don’t know if you will die, but you will definitely die of nausea.
Seeing that they couldn't hit them, their tongues turned around and continued to attack Xiao Lan.
Xiao Lan held his bones and rushed toward them without fear.
Tongue tried to attack him, but Xiao Lan flexibly avoided it.
In his perception, although these tongues look disgusting and weird, the combat skills are still too primitive, and they can be called rampage.
It is simply not comparable to the targets he played against in the training ground before. Their fighting skills are all sharpened with countless battles.
Several dark knives flashed past, and the tongues were cut off one after another.
The broken part still struggled on the ground for a while before slowly moving.
Xiao Lan advanced carefully in this nest.
Suddenly, a large mass of blood fleshed forward in front of it, and blossomed like a flower.
Lying in flesh and blood is a somewhat familiar figure-
Carlos.
Or the "god" who devoured half of Carlos' body.
It was facing the handsome face of Carlos after he regained his youth.
With thick brown hair and sea-like eyes, the lines of the body are as smooth as sculptures, like the deities in the oil painting.
But its human-like part is only half.
The other half is still a grisly flesh and blood structure, with countless faces all over it. At the moment, these faces also turned their eyes, and the dead gray eyes were all staring at Xiao Lan's direction, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.
The blue eyes of "God" looked at Xiao Lan, and his smile was gentle, as if he were a truly wise and loving god.
It applauded gently, and the voice was low and nice, with a tone of praise: "Actually, he can walk in front of God, and God applauds your piety."
Xiao Lan stared at him with a calm tone: "No, I don't have the unique hobby of running to see others walking birds."
"God": "..."
Why is there such a perfect body in the guy's mouth that there is only the word "walking bird"? !
Oh, ignorant human beings.
"God" converged with a false smile on his face, and the naked-exposed marauding muscles tightened a bit.
At this moment, it just wants to hammer the guy in front of it.
With the help of one person, Xiao Lan held his hatred steadily, which was called the light of mankind.