Enemies suddenly appear after the team enters a corridor leading straight into the dark depths - and their number seems to be endless.
A sharp sound of breaking through the air came from the side, and a scimitar slashed at his neck at a fierce angle. At the critical moment, Lawrence leaned back and grabbed the arm holding the scimitar.
Flames instantly rose from the edge of his palm, burning a monster wearing a navy uniform with its head split lengthwise into ashes. Before he could react, several more gunshots rang out from the opposite side.
The gunshot came from a creeping monster that suddenly crawled out of the drainage ditch. The monster had an upper body like a human, but its lower body was completely squirming and undulating, like an accumulation of deformed internal organs. It held a weapon that seemed to be made of bones.
The "rifle" was made of flesh and blood. The muzzle of the rifle, which was a wrong product no matter how you looked at it, was spitting out tongues of fire.
Lawrence's eyes focused instantly, and time around him seemed to slow down. He felt that his eyesight was countless times stronger than that of ordinary people at this moment, and he could even clearly see the trajectory of the bullet flying towards him - the next moment, he twisted his body
, dodging bullets flying towards him at unimaginable angles and postures.
He dodged three times and was shot six times.
"His monster!!" Severe pain came out, and the old captain suddenly exploded, then he raised the revolver in his hand and shot the monster twice.
He lowered his head and looked at his chest, seeing several shocking bullet holes that tore up the flesh and blood there. However, under the burning of the ghost fire, the translucent flesh and blood of the spirit body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It is not fatal, but it will cause severe pain and fatigue, and the power of the flame seems to be gradually depleting - it is still very full, but it is difficult to say whether it will be exhausted.
Around Lawrence, the heavily armed subordinates were still fighting - these sailors, whose bodies were wrapped in ghostly flames, had noticed their temporary immortality, and their fighting style became more and more fierce. They used guns, bayonets, and shorts in their hands.
The sword resisted the monster that could not be killed no matter how hard it was, while trying with all its strength to push deeper into the corridor.
However, like Lawrence himself, everyone is not quite accustomed to their current "spirit body" state, let alone controlling those ghost flames. These sailors who accidentally obtained immortality are just squandering their physical strength and firepower. The entire sewer corridor
The battle in the battle has become so chaotic that it is impossible to watch directly.
Therefore, even if they have bodies that can regenerate, they can only advance at an unbearable slow speed surrounded by endless monsters, with no hope of breaking out.
The only thing on the scene that was not affected by the ghostly flames was the mummy - Anomaly 077 was also fighting. He wielded two scimitars and walked across the battlefield with agility that was totally unfit for a mummy, like the wind.
Charging back and forth, if his eyesight had not been greatly enhanced, Lawrence even doubted that he would be able to catch up with the movements of the mummy.
But now that his eyesight has far exceeded that of ordinary people, Anomaly 077's speed does not seem too outrageous in Lawrence's eyes. He can clearly see the mummy bypassing every fierce-looking monster and walking safely across the battlefield.
During the route, the scimitar in his hand was flying up and down. After cutting for half an hour, it was still as good as new - the blade didn't even touch anything.
"Sailor" just ran around in the corridor waving his swords, and his shouting was louder than anyone else.
"I open the way with a scimitar!" The mummy's broken gong voice echoed in the corridor, accompanied by the whistling sound of the sharp blade cutting through the air. "These ugly and blasphemous things are no match for me!"
Lawrence took a big step forward and grabbed the "sailor" who was about to charge from the side by the neck. His strength at this moment was so amazing that he even pulled the rushing corpse directly in front of him by his neck.
The hoarse voice was accompanied by the crackle of the flames: "If you can't help me, at least give me some peace!"
Anomaly 077 was strangled by the neck, and his withered head was only a dozen centimeters away from Lawrence's face, which made him tremble all over: "Yes... yes... yes! Captain!"
Lawrence raised his hand and threw the mummy ten meters ahead: "Go and clear the way.
——If you can’t get through today, I will stuff you into the combustion chamber of the steam core!”
The mummy monster screamed and was thrown out, and finally struggled with the mud monsters that kept coming out, while a crew member carrying a rifle ran over from the side and shouted beside Lawrence: "Captain! Bullets
It’s almost gone!”
Lawrence turned around suddenly and saw that almost all the people he had brought with him had begun to fight the monsters with cold weapons. They relied entirely on their immortality to persist in the corridor, but the overall advancement of the team had obviously stopped.
Can't go any further.
There is no way out.
Chaotic shouts of death, chilling disintegration of flesh and blood, and the sound of broken limbs filled the corridors. The black mud on the surrounding walls and roofs was still seeping out. The subordinates who had transformed into spirit bodies were almost overwhelmed by endless monsters.
The weapons in their hands are running out of ammunition, and the flames of their spiritual bodies are still burning. However, fatigue is accumulating, and this fatigue is even sluggish, interfering with their thinking.
Deep in this chaotic sewer, Lawrence suddenly felt a little dazed, and even began to feel that the whole world was unreal——
Who are you, where are you, what are you doing... There are endless monsters here, but how long will it take for the promised midnight time...?
At this moment, as if in response to his own trance, Lawrence suddenly heard Martha's voice coming from the small mirror on his chest: "They are coming."
The old captain woke up from his nightmare in an instant. He raised his hand in a hurry, pulled out the dagger from his waist and pierced a monster that rushed towards him, and then retreated to avoid the black mud that almost splashed on him.
, and quickly raised his head at the same time.
There were footsteps in the corridor - very, very many footsteps, as well as distant and ethereal voices shouting and passing commands. Then, these voices approached quickly, almost instantly arriving at the area where Lawrence and the sailors were fighting.
.
Almost in the blink of an eye, countless figures appeared. Just like emerging from the old days, one shadow after another condensed in the air and turned into fully armed soldiers. In their hands, they held old rifles from half a century ago.
, the bayonets on the muzzles flashed coldly in the dark corridor. They rushed from the darkness and rushed into the next darkness. The process of the figures condensing did not interrupt their charging steps at all, as if their battle had never ended.
Only at this moment can their figures be observed.
The sailors fighting in the corridor were shocked by the scene that suddenly appeared in front of them, and stopped subconsciously. They watched the troops rush in, watched them shoot at the monsters everywhere here, and watched them roar.
They jumped into the battle. It took several seconds for the sailor to react and said to himself in shock: "The last Queen's Guard..."
Lawrence also reacted. He subconsciously stepped forward and walked towards a young soldier who was loading his rifle. The soldier looked to be only twenty years old at most. The old-era city-state guard uniform on his body was in tatters, as if he had already been in the sewer.
I struggled for a long, long time.
"Hello, we are here to help..." Lawrence reached out and patted the young soldier on the shoulder, but his words stopped abruptly in the middle of his words.
His hand passed through the other person's figure.
Is this just an illusion?
Lawrence raised his head in astonishment, only to see that the phantom-like soldiers were already engaged in a fierce battle with the monsters in the corridor. The guns in their hands kept firing, and the human-like and inhuman things made of dirty mud fell one after another.
A tall soldier rushed from the other side. Lawrence hurriedly dodged, but couldn't dodge. He watched the tall soldier running over as if he hadn't seen him, and then passed through his body like a phantom——
Later, he was hit by a stray bullet from the monster, and his tall body collapsed into the sewer.
The other Queen's Guard soldiers bypassed the body and continued running deeper into the corridor.
A sailor walked over and murmured behind Lawrence: "They are phantoms..."
"But these phantoms can fight those monsters, they can even destroy them...
Lawrence said blankly, but it still felt like a dream.
"There are no more monsters in the corridor." Another sailor said next to him.
Lawrence reacted instantly.
For the first time, the number of monsters in the corridor has actually decreased - after the phantom Queen's Guard appeared, the black mud that had been pouring out from the surrounding walls and ceiling finally stopped seeping, killing them no matter how hard they used to kill them.
The endless number of deformed monsters are being truly reduced in number right now!
Can the existence of the Queen's Guard inhibit the "regeneration" and "proliferation" of those monsters?
Countless questions filled Lawrence's mind, but instead of pursuing the answers to these questions, he knew that there was something more important.
"Follow the Queen's Guards!" He raised his hands and shouted an order, "Follow the path they are taking!"