Apart from the chirping of birds, animals, insects, and the rustling of the breeze, there was no other sound in the dense forest.
Ahead is a raging river, with roaring waves and no way out.
The monk finally stopped. His strength had completely dried up. He ran for dozens of miles without hurting anyone. Even if those people raped, plundered, killed and set fire to Klein's men, his life was not hurt.
Just bear it ignorantly.
He could have wiped out all those minions. Di Bong had never encountered such a stupid and stubborn person.
Even if the monk's spirit could bear it, he was only a body of flesh and blood after all, and his legs were just white bones stuck to dead flesh, spasming violently.
Finally, with a plop, he knelt down on the ground, his eyes completely blind, and blood overflowed, dripping onto the rosary hanging around his neck.
"You are a real man."
"but……"
"The tolerance of good people is a paradise for beasts."
"You are too naive."
"Allowing them to continue to expand..."
"You are...evil."
Di Wei was not injured at all during the journey. Although this body did not have any fighting ability, it had extremely strong vitality. It was the same as before, as if someone was still dying for him.
Under the protection of the monks, over a long period of time, the vitality that Di Biao accumulated allowed his legs to grow again. I wonder if he also took away the lives and beliefs of others just as he took them away.
The ability of...others to walk.
He was fully utilized from beginning to end.
Di Wei stood on the ground again. He looked at the monk indifferently without any gratitude. The reason why he did not leave immediately was because he felt he had been insulted.
An ultimate one.
It can be called powerful.
The ultimate insult.
Di Zhu couldn't bear it anymore, so he grabbed the monk's clothes and strangled his already surging internal organs into pieces, while he silently vomited blood in his mouth.
"you……"
"What the hell are you doing?"
Di Yan's eyes were about to burst, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and he asked almost furiously.
The monk felt it.
Destined death.
"No matter how much flesh the Buddha cuts off, the scale is still tilted."
"because……"
"Even if it's just a pigeon, it's still a complete life."
"If I don't go to hell, who will?"
The monk was completely blind and could not see anything.
Suddenly.
There was a roar from the depths of the jungle, the kind of earth-shattering neighing, the kind of call from ancient times.
"Ahhhh..."
Di Wei let out a scream of fear and quickly let go of the monk's hand. He was so frightened that he trembled all over and backed away.
Whether it was the beast in the shadow or the monk, the cold winter blew into every pore of his body.
This fear transcends death and the universe.
He retreated to the river, with no way to retreat. The tiger in the shadow showed its true form and slowly walked towards Di Zhu. The beast's pupils hid the entire ancient universe, the violent ferocity, and the boundless blood.
And the darkness, the tyranny of the carnage of the world.
at this time.
The monk who fell to the ground bleeding into a pool of blood, with trembling arms, took the blood-stained rosary from his neck and waved it, making a sound.
"Remember."
"Remember..."
"cut……"
Before the last word could be uttered, the tiger pounced wildly, crushing the monk's chest with its huge and powerful claws. Its bloody mouth revealed extremely ferocious fangs, which embedded itself in the monk's head, tearing violently.
, with a violent twist of the neck, the whole head exploded into a bloody mist.
He cannot die any more.
Di Wei was completely frightened, his body was trembling, and he was retreating tremblingly. Words like coward and coward filled his mind like mountains, rivers, and lakes.
Falling down the raging river of anger.
The scorching sun was like fire, burning his brain and going blank.
The faces he recalled were full of laughter, about resistance and freedom, but he couldn't distinguish the detailed words.
There was only laughter and laughter.
It roared in my mind for a long time.
…
…
…
White's luck was so unlucky that he recognized the man in front of him. He was the third person in the combat catalog, Arnold.
In a true sense, he is a terrifying person who stands at the top of the world.
Because of the side effects, I was unlucky enough to be teleported directly to this person's face by a hypersphere. It was a buffet.
He immediately activated the star's hints and tried to escape.
A powerful force made him unable to move.
Bang!
The revolver's magazine, which was full of scratches and rough wear, turned around, and a deadly tongue of flame burst out from the muzzle, making a loud bang.
There is no quantum tunneling effect.
It runs through spirit, matter, everything, even...
Through destiny.
pound……
Half of White's shoulder was punched through, and it was shattered into bloody pulp that splashed onto the wall.
"It's me..."
"White, number nine in the combat catalog."
White quickly explained that he didn't know what kind of hints or abilities this person had, but he could never provoke him.
The first three are essentially different from all other infected people. The top person in the first department of the Countermeasures Bureau, Hazy, even killed the fourth person on the list with one person.
But when he met this man, he was immediately disabled after just one encounter. We never heard anything from him again, except that clones came out from time to time to maintain order.
But just a clone can completely abuse everyone with an index of 2 or less.
"White..."
Arnold thought about it, and it seemed that there was indeed such a person. His suggestion ability was extremely special, and he had super-probable events. As long as there was a chance, it would happen to him.
He put down the revolver, but saw a strange scene. He saw red and green lines growing around White's shattered shoulder to repair his injuries.
"What's this?"
Arnold didn't notice anything. He reached up with his hand, pulled off a few lines, and wriggled like earthworms in his rough hands.
Even White didn't know how to explain it, he thought Arnold was going to kill him.
The red and green lines condensed on their own, turning into an ugly strange insect, with mouthparts, compound eyes, jointed limbs, and an abominable chitinous shell. All the ugly features appeared on its body.
It's just the size of a palm, and it's humming there.
"Are you a catalyst, an invention, or a useless bubble in the experiment?"
"Or maybe all three."
The strange insect muttered words of unknown meaning.
Arnold didn't know much about it, so he would blow it up first and then talk about it.
Bang!
There was a gunshot.
The strange insect was beaten to a pulp and turned into a pulp of flesh and blood, dripping on the ground, which was extremely disgusting.
White was shocked.
I just feel that my body suddenly becomes lighter, a refreshing feeling reaches the heavenly spirit, and the existence I am attached to disappears. Is this the power of the third person?
How is this done?
Arnold didn't know about White's mission failure, and his eyes couldn't be seen clearly under the shadow of the wide brim of his hat.
"You'd better have some warmth."
After saying this, Arnold closed the door.
White was wearing thin pajamas, standing stupidly on a raft drifting in the ocean in the storm. Arnold turned him away, not caring about his life or death, and had no interest in delving into the secret of the red and green lines, nor did he care about White's ability.
