There was a sour chewing sound, and a pool of black and red blood spread.
Near this apartment, there are no traces of living people anymore, instead the severed limbs of ghouls are scattered everywhere.
Obviously, this is a secret stronghold of ghouls.
However, under the purple moonlight, all the ghouls fell into a state of madness and started the ritual of 'eating each other'.
Now, there is only one ‘Glutton’ left!
It had a thick body and was developing toward a giant size. It swallowed a piece of flesh and blood, then suddenly turned its head and looked in a certain direction.
As a participant in the 'King's Feast', it felt the arrival of another participant, and it moved very quickly.
"Jie Jie!"
It screamed strangely, and its almost irrational brain didn't know how to avoid it, so it charged forward.
Puff!
The 'Glutton''s thick hind limbs kicked the ground, leaving a deep footprint, and ran very fast.
A desire and urgency for 'evolution' drives it to continue to accelerate.
Close!
Closer!
Rounding an intersection, it saw a 'similar' running towards him with a collar around his neck.
'No...it's a trap!'
The last shred of reason in its head awakened, making it want to escape, but it was already too late.
"Fire!"
Various firearms and mysterious bullets fell on it, exploding bloody holes.
Snapped!
Even with the powerful physique of the 'Glutton', after enduring so many attacks, it turned into a corpse like a torn sack and fell to the ground.
"Target confirmed dead!"
Jax stepped forward, confirmed the status of the 'Glutton', and waved back: "Clean the battlefield!"
Reid, Tabor and other agents immediately stepped forward, opened the black body bags, and collected the remains of the 'Glutton'.
The tragedy in the apartment ahead requires the police officers to resolve.
"It's so easy..." Reid sighed while cleaning up: "A mysterious person on the third ladder was killed so easily..."
"That's because we have a [Silver of Order] leading the team and have formulated a perfect plan... Otherwise, against the extraordinary ghoul of the [Tempered Black Iron] level, it will not shoot us at all.
Opportunity has long used illusions to make us unable to distinguish between reality and illusion..."
Tabor lit a cigarette, took a leisurely puff, and blew out a smoke ring with satisfaction: "The opponent's speed is difficult to hit. Even if he hits a shot accidentally, it probably won't cause fatal injuries... This ghoul, obviously
It's because we were in the middle of the ritual that our brains were broken, so we easily fell into the trap and were set on fire by us."
"Yes... a transcendent of this level is an absolute backbone in the mysterious world."
Jax added, and then ordered: "Tonight's operation is not over yet, continue!"
"As you command, sir!"
Reid's face straightened, and he followed a large number of people to start a new 'hunt'.
…
In the suburbs, an abandoned factory.
Under the moonlight, a 'Glutton' with a silver chain behind its neck ran forward very excitedly.
"It seems like another nest?"
Reid's face turned red, partly because of the strenuous exercise and partly because of excitement.
Tonight's operation made them like whack-a-mole, easily destroying each ghoul den.
The accumulated meritorious service is even enough to apply to his superiors to increase his mysterious level.
Moreover, he has a very strong sense of justice. Killing this dark creature is an act that conforms to his ideals and has won great support from his heart.
"Go, go, go!"
Holding a mysterious firearm, Red's eyes turned red as he kicked open the door of the factory and rushed in.
Tonight's operation was so smooth that the caution he had always maintained was somewhat lost.
The next moment, his pupils shrank and he saw the internal structure of the factory.
In the clearing with an unobstructed view, there was only an iron cage, inside which was a 'Glutton' with its limbs cut off. Because of the vitality of the extraordinary race, it was not dead yet and was struggling continuously.
"This is... a trap!"
Reid felt as if a string was broken in his head.
He turned around ferociously, wanting to shout something to his companions.
But it's too late.
A huge black flame suddenly emerged from the factory floor, engulfing Red, the glutton serving as bait, and the special team behind it...
The last thing Red saw was the slightly wry smile on his partner Tabor's face. He was immediately plunged into eternal darkness, and his spirit body was drawn out and sacrificed to an evil being.
Boom!
A black flame emerged, engulfing the factory and its surroundings.
It all happened so quickly.
The special department team suddenly suffered heavy casualties, and more than half of the hundreds of people were reduced at once.
"This is... a trap!"
Jax was on the edge of the team and barely survived.
In fact, he should have died long ago at this distance. The only reason for surviving was that a light curtain emitting silver light fell from the sky and saved the few remaining people.
——Odis Guinier!
This senior executive of the Special Department, a transcendent of [Silver of Order], has tried his best to take action, but... he still hasn't been able to save everyone.
His granite-like face was moved, and his eyes were burning with anger: "The 'soul extraction' of the 'Necromancer' is combined with a large amount of explosives? Why does the 'Necromancer' appear in the ghoul's ritual?"
"I was just invited by a 'Lord of Gluttony' to collect a wave of souls..."
Hoarse laughter came from the night, and the figure of an old man in black robe slowly emerged. His face was old, like a skull, with green will-o'-the-wisps burning in his deep-set eyes. A look that could make people have nightmares at night appeared on his face.
A hint of a smile.
"Dear His Excellency Odis Guinier! The Gourmet Association salutes you!"
Next to the old 'Necromancer', another handsome young man came out, like a distinguished guest attending a dinner party, and greeted him very appropriately: "I hope you can be our precious dinner party, then
It will be my greatest honor and joy.”
"It turns out that the ritual is a bait, and the real target...is me?"
Otis moved the five fingers of his right hand, and silver chains appeared in the void, intersecting horizontally and vertically, forming a giant network to protect himself.
He is the fourth level of [Silver of Order], and his professional name is ‘Silver Alchemist’!
This is a high-level profession in the 'Tower of Alchemy', which can control the power of a magical metal - mithril!
Mithril is a special metal created by alchemy. It has excellent ductility and toughness, and can resist erosion by certain mysterious forces. Therefore, it is an excellent material for making some special bullets.
In the hands of the 'Silver Alchemist', they can exert even more terrifying effects!