Vol 2 Chapter 617: Reap the benefits of fishermen

Xu Yichen couldn't believe his judgment. It seemed that he didn't do anything. Even the incarnations of the evil gods killed each other like this, bringing it all to an end?
The dead wood remains corroded in the blood pool, and bursts of white smoke almost filled the third layer, which originally covered the walls, and the various carrion structures on the ground began to disintegrate and turn into stinky water.
The mushroom sprayed with poisonous gas quickly rotted, and the thick blood vessels that pierced Modric's will through the entire mine began to melt.
The dream of eternal life was like bubbles, dissipating in this mine, followed by tens of thousands of lives in the entire Wind Breath Fort.
Xu Yichen sat on the edge of the cliff and rested for a while, and the direct communication with the evil made him exhausted.
Originally, he thought that the talent [Chaos Enemy] randomly generated by the system was at best a rare talent, but after dealing with the evil gods many times, he discovered that the four evil gods of the chaos realm were more or less interested in him.
This also includes the Grey Knight's supreme mentor, Caldo De Lego, who has also shown extraordinary friendliness towards him.
Xu Yichen scrutinized himself, from the time he traveled to this world, to what he did today.
First of all, he can be sure that he has not lived up to this gift and did not waste any time. At every moment of the day, Xu Yichen is working hard to raise his upper limit.
He completely eradicated his weak side in his previous life, and through the two melting pots of the Zhongsiyuan and the army, Xu Yichen trained himself into a piece of fine gold!
However, in the army he has seen too many geniuses of the same age as him, with the same hard work and hard work, but some people ultimately failed to persevere, and some people were unlucky and died in a certain exercise or actual combat. Up.
But Xu Yichen believes that a person like himself is definitely not a unique existence in the New China Army.
The appearance of Yang Yuefan was a wake-up call for him. He originally thought that he had come into contact with the most elite existence in the New China Secret Strength, but he did not expect that there was still a relevant department pressing on it.
So, where did these evil gods and the mysterious alien warriors look after him?
A soul from another world, this is the only reason Xu Yichen can come up with.
He doesn't know how special he is in the eyes of those existences. It is possible that the souls of other people are emitting green light in the eyes of the evil god, and he is golden, with a few large characters painted with white paint on it: this person It's a traverser
It is also possible that in the eyes of the Cthulhu, his soul is only slightly special. Compared with the game of destroying the world, the Cthulhu is only slightly interested.
When the smoke cleared, Xu Yichen slowly stood up, and under his feet, a piece of magma rock had formed in the place where the magma pool was once.
The blood left by the bullhead monster turned all solidified magma rocks into blood red, and the flesh and blood tissue that originally belonged to Earl Modric was completely corroded.
According to Viscount Amos, in recent years, Modric and several high-level nobles have continuously sacrificed the lives of slaves here, allowing the ore veins that have already begun to dry up to continue and maintain this high output. .
From now on, Fengshibao may no longer be able to reproduce its former glory, neither the population nor the reserves of mineral veins are enough to support its rise again.
"My lord?" A voice came from the tunnel in the distance, and he didn't seem to dare to come close. He shouted from a distance, "Is that you? Your lord?"
"Come here, it's over." The demon hunter said to the survivors in the tunnel: "Bring me another rope!"
Xu Yichen was still uneasy without going down to check it carefully.
The three transcendents were still very capable of action without the threat of chaos. They avoided getting lost by sound relay. It took them three minutes to find an exhaust tunnel for the miners to store tools. From inside A twenty-meter safety rope was found.
"Are you sure it's safe like this?" Eddy asked the demon hunter, standing two meters away from the cliff, "Why don't you wait until these disgusting things disappear?"
Several transcendents stood at a safe distance and refused to take a step forward when they said nothing. They remembered the beard's mutation without warning before.
"It's just ordinary carrion. You should be used to it during this period. Forbearance is over." The demon hunter tied the rope to his waist, leaving the other end for a few extraordinary people to hold on: "I I must go down to see if there is any remaining'things'."
In the process of speaking, a fishy yellow eye on the ceiling, like a ripe tomato, fell from the rotten eyestalk, hit the ground, and smashed to pieces~EbookFREE.me~ This thing is just right. It fell on Ed's feet, splashing half of his leg.
Ed shivered, and he didn't know if he was startled by the eyeballs or by the "things" in the Serris population.
The flesh and blood organization that has lost the power of the plague is no threat to the transcendent, but it is indeed a huge stimulus in the senses.
And here is where Modric has chosen as his "core", and various weird flesh and blood tissues grow along the rock wall and the roof of the cave.
Hundreds of eyes are densely packed together, like grapes, one is a large bunch, and they are now falling off and disintegrating together with the mother that gave birth to them.
This is almost the most intolerable waiting environment that intelligent creatures can imagine, and Ed and the others have to persevere in this wind.
"If I can get out of this broken city alive, I will definitely go to the sea to find a sunny beach, and find another, no, a few sweet and lovely girls to spend the rest of my life together." The youngest transcendent stood At the end of the team, they didn't know that the undead outside were dead again: "Let the nobles go to hell. I won't believe them a word."
"Then you just wait for the day when you get up and find yourself tied to a shelf, surrounded by a large circle of drooling green skin." The transcendent standing in the middle gave a wry smile: "Without the protection of the city wall, you You can’t even sleep peacefully. The greenskins are much stronger than the undead. What about you Ed, what are your plans?"
"Me?" Ed Williams looked around in a circle: "I plan to return to my teacher and continue my exemplary path so that such a tragedy will not happen again."
When several extraordinary men relaxed their pressure on each other, the demon hunter once again returned to the bottom of the cliff and stepped on the blood red magma rock.