Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 162 Trolls

The bonfire surrounded by guards in the distance flickered faintly, and the light of the searchlight fumbled forward towards the ceiling, and Sasha didn't want to go there.

After getting rid of the old days in Kolomna, Sasha will meet someone else and she will find happiness.

But now she only needed one person—Alcorn—with whom she could share her joy, her wonder, her sorrow, and her hope.

It was not too late. After his father passed away, he was another man who was worth relying on and entrusting for life.

But this time, I must seize the opportunity and not let the pain happen to me again.

But now he was too weak, leaving his father and Alcorn, he seemed so weak and powerless.

Therefore, she herself belongs to only one person, and no one else will think about it.

Sasha walked in the opposite direction, and in the tunnel on the right was a dilapidated train with all the glass broken and the doors all wide open.

She went in, jumped over the break between the cars, and looked carefully at the first, second, and third cars.

In the fourth quarter she found a couch that had been miraculously preserved, sat on it, and put her feet on it.

The feeling that the sofa brought to him was like the hug that Alcorn, who rescued himself from the fat man before, brought him for the first time.

It is so reassuring and so warm.

It is far from what the cold floor can bring to oneself.

She looked around, imagining how the train would move, taking her far away, to a new station—a bright, buzzing station.

But her faith and her imagination weren't enough to get the multi-thousand-ton train moving; her bicycle was much simpler to operate.

Suddenly, the sound of fighting on Pavilets' station woke Sasha up through the carriage after carriage.

Again?
She put her legs down and ran back quickly—towards the only place that still showed her worth.

The broken bodies of the guards, together with the extinguished searchlights, were scattered beside the glass pavilion, among the extinguished bonfires, and in the center of the hall.

The soldiers no longer resisted, but turned and fled. They asked for refuge in the transfer passage, but were shot and killed halfway.

A hunchbacked, unnatural figure of misfortune stands in front of a dead body.

Homer was so far away that he couldn't discern what it was, but he could clearly see the monster's smooth white skin and thick neck that twitched from time to time.It paced impatiently, many joints bent badly.

In a war with them, humans will undoubtedly lose.

Their huge bodies are far from being comparable to humans.

Even with the emergence of firearms, it cannot turn the tide of the battle.

Where is Hunter?
The second time Homer poked his head out, he froze: ten paces away from him, behind the pillar, two meters high, was a grimace that seemed to be teasing him, or playing a child's game with him.

The drooping lower lip of that face was bright red, the heavy head was twisting non-stop, making a horrible chewing sound from the mouth, and the sharpened forehead was empty.

There are no eyes on this face, but it doesn't affect the monster's rapid movement and attack.

Homer jumped out of the way and pressed the trigger, but the machine gun didn't make a sound.

The giant monster roared loudly and suddenly jumped to the center of the hall.

The old man fumbled back and forth for the jammed bolt, his heart was clear, it was too late...

But suddenly, the troll seemed to lose interest in him and went to the edge of the platform instead.

Homer immediately turned around, followed the target with a completely blind sight, and his heart stopped beating for a moment.

The girl looked around in shock, but stood there motionless.

"Run!" Homer yelled, hoarse.

The white giant leaped forward, crossed several meters at once, and came to the girl.

The girl quickly pulled out a knife, she didn't want to let being weak be her reason to escape from reality.

Even in the face of that hungry monster, can it be slaughtered?Can't you resist?
The girl rushed out first, and the giant waved its front paws in response. The girl fell to the ground, bleeding from her scarred hand, and the knife flew several meters away.

The old man was already standing on the rail car, but he had given up the idea of ​​​​escaping alone.

He took a deep breath, set up the machine gun, and saw a pale white silhouette in the line of sight.

He saw the troll close to the girl, as if standing in front of a fly.

In just a few minutes, this monster tore several guards that Homer considered dangerous, and now it suddenly lost interest in tearing apart humans, and began to run in front of two humans who were not strong, Play with them before eating them.

The monster approached the girl and stretched out its claws to hit her, but was attacked by the girl!
The giant dodged suddenly, scratched its back with its claws, and turned around with a roar, ready to eat the person who offended it.

Suddenly there were not very strong footsteps on the platform. Hunter held a machine gun in one hand, and hung his other hand like a whip beside his body, walking towards the giant beast.

It can be seen that his every step is accompanied by great difficulties and pains.

And Su Mengfan who was at the side saw the scene in front of him, and changed his previous calm expression.

Without hesitation, he pulled out the Death Rifle from his backpack.

There was another burst of fierce shooting at the giant monster, but the vitality of the giant monster was extremely tenacious. It shook slightly, regained its balance and jumped forward.

After running out of bullets, Su Mengfan miraculously dodged, picked up the giant monster's half-ton body, and threw it onto the blade of his dagger.

The troll collapsed on top of him, pressing him down, and Su Mengfan heard the sound of bones breaking.

The second troll didn't give him any hope of survival either, it flew over and stood there for a moment beside the twitching body of its own kind.

Clumsily scratched its white skin, as if trying to wake it up, then slowly raised its eyeless head towards Homer...

Homer did not miss the opportunity. He used a large-caliber gun to tear its body apart and smash the giant's skull.

The troll fell, the marble bricks behind it reduced to splinters and dust.

It took a while before Homer's heart started beating again, and his fingers that were tightly clenched were loosened.

He closed his eyes, took off his mask, and the cold air entered his body, mixed with the rusty smell of fresh blood.

All the heroes were killed, and he was the only one left in the fire zone.

His novel has not begun, it is over.

(End of this chapter)