A scream like a madman came from the strong wind, and every nerve in Gu Jun's head was in pain, as if they were turning like worms.
He heard more voices. He didn't know whether they were coming from all around, or ringing deep in his mind, or surging up in his heart. The voice was saying: Dear Dr. Carlop, have you ever saved even one life?
Dead people?
You cannot fight against death. Once death troubles you, there is nothing you can do.
You say you tried your best, but in fact you are powerless, incompetent and ignorant.
You don’t understand how death can do something more noble than living...
"Fire...!" Gu Jun gritted his teeth and shouted. At this moment when his consciousness was still clear, he gave the command that felt most right: "Fire! Break these bastards into pieces and push forward before they can re-form.
Step forward and use the old spiritual seal to strike them and destroy them..."
Everyone agreed with his idea, and Grant Bell, Prokhorovka and others immediately gave orders to their subordinates through the walkie-talkie.
Bang bang, bang, bang, bang, gunshots soon sounded out intensively.
The large army continued to advance forward, guarding both sides and the rear at the same time, while the 17 sleeping people were carried away by the medical staff either in their arms or on their backs.
The men in black robes far ahead were just like the ones before. Even if their blood and flesh were scattered and turned into a puddle of minced meat, they could regroup.
And what made everyone even more surprised was that the dark red flesh and blood didn't need to be determined by which black-robed man exploded it, they could all be mixed together. It was not the resurrection of a person, but like a kind of biological material that was constantly bonding.
It's as if all these black-robed men could be integrated into one...
At this time, there was another situation. The faces of the humanoid deformities that had reunited were changing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The face shape, bones, and facial features were all changing. A layer of skin grew to cover the face, but the top of the head
The dark red flesh and blood are still there on the back of his head.
Moreover, there are no eyes inside the eye sockets, only two masses of flesh and blood.
Grant Bell and the others were not aware of it yet, but Gu Jun could recognize it. It was the withered face of a member of the Afterlife Society. It was expressionless and more human than a dead body.
You seem to be curious about what we are and who we are...
Isn’t the answer always in your heart?
Faces? When you look in the mirror, do you think you can really see yourself? Faces, faces, are the things that can fool fools.
Suddenly, the faces of the withered-faced men in black robes changed one after another. Their entire faces fell off the ground, and then melted into their feet. At the same time, their faces were shrinking, their facial features were changing, and new skin was born, forming a new skin.
Girl Zhang’s face is that of Xie Yiman.
It's just that what's inside the eye sockets are two dirty masses of flesh and blood, and there's no trace of any vitality at all.
With a bang, the head was exploded by a large-caliber bullet. However, the headless figure only shook slightly, and the head condensed again.
She is your patient, right? You think you saved her, so why is her face here?
You spent so much effort and painstaking efforts to comfort her, treat her, arrange for her... This is your result, and you call this saving her.
You didn't, you didn't save her, and you didn't save the next one.
Gu Junzheng felt a splitting headache, as if millions of parasites were about to burst out of his head, when he suddenly heard a scream of pain.
This was a familiar voice. He turned around and saw Xue Ba's square face not far away, which was pale with pain, "Ah... Jun, bad luck, bad luck..."
The rifle in Xue Ba's hand hung down, and just as he covered his heart with his right palm, he suddenly fell straight down, and his muscles were as tight as a stone.
"Uncle Dan, rescue, rescue...!" Gu Jun didn't know if he could scream out loud, because his consciousness seemed to be wandering away.
But he saw Uncle Dan over there running over with personnel and medical kits, and Wu Shiyu ran towards him: "Xianjun?" And Peacock, Mo Qing and others hurriedly went to give Xue Ba a spiritual seal, but this didn't work.
It didn't work, Xue Ba's wide-open pupils were dilating, and Uncle Dan said anxiously: "The heart has stopped, norepinephrine, hurry!"
"Fuck..." Lou Xiaoning in front also heard from the intercom, why did Xue Ba suddenly collapse...
In a recent experience, this guy was extremely healthy in every indicator, and he showed off it everywhere. This guy could eat several kilograms of beef in one meal, and he also signed up for a lot of courses to improve himself.
Show off those unpopular knowledge...
How could he, suddenly, fall down.
Is there a spiritual attack? Where and where did it come from?
"Xian Jun, how are you?" Wu Shiyu noticed something was wrong with Gu Jun and stepped forward to help his arm. She almost screamed in pain.
The moment she touched him, she seemed to have fallen into an abyss, but he pushed her away with difficulty, "Don't touch me... I have abnormal power..."
"The Conqueror Worm." Deng Ximei, who also walked up, murmured blankly, and was also disturbed by a strange feeling. "It is the power of the Conqueror Worm. Captain Xue listened... He listened, and death ended him
…”
Conqueror worm? There was a buzzing sound in Gu Jun's ears, and the exotic letter written by Ligeia came to mind again...
[End it, let death end it all, but death is another beginning. 】
The shouts in the strong wind became louder, doom, doom, and the voice sounded a bit like Xue Ba's rough voice.
At the same time, Grant Bell and others were surprised by the change and directed the battle. Seeing that the unkillable flesh and blood monsters in front were getting closer and closer, the distance was only one or two hundred meters. They asked Gu Jun what to do, but
Gu Jun also said nothing as if he had lost his soul...
"He's thinking!" Wu Shiyu explained, and Lou Xiaoning took over the frontline command: "Let's continue fighting!"
Everyone continued to fire, preparing to activate the old spiritual seal as the distance got closer.
It's just that many people have some doubts in their hearts. Is it really useful to make old seals? Look at Xue Ba now...
The gunshots were banging, flesh and blood were flying everywhere, and the firepower was stronger, but these monsters were condensing faster. Several figures were condensed in the wilderness ahead, and the faces condensed by these figures were all the same.
The square face is Xue Ba’s face.
It's just that the original fortitude and toughness have become cunning and abnormal.
Gu Jun looked at those deformed faces, Xie Yiman's, Xue Ba's, withered faces, and there seemed to be his own...
His consciousness became more and more hazy. Looking at the layers of figures around him, everything seemed to be stagnant and everything seemed to be distorted.
He could feel himself dissipating, but this state also made him suddenly understand something.
"This is a tragedy called "Human", and the protagonist is the conqueror worm."
"The fruit of darkness springs from the eternal abyss, and the worm of death will endure forever with heaven and earth."
What suddenly comes on the stage is death, what brings death is misfortune, and what brings misfortune is the conqueror worm.