Mysterious Life Simulator

Chapter 93
[Kill the second-level heterogeneous Freed, get 1000 miles of world simulation points]

The additional attributes of Yaodao Murura are not high, but its own material is also considered to be the best among all props.

In the hands of George, it is completely possible to kill a second-level alien with no resistance.

What's more, if the heterogeneous Freed is counted as a BOSS, then its blood bar was also cut off by Kara, leaving only a little blood, and it was almost killed by George's stabbing.

1000 Miles of World Simulation Points!
Hearing the simultaneous sound of the system, George's eyes flickered.

This amount is almost equivalent to completing a reward simulation issued by the system in the real world or the watch world for clearing the second-level heterogeneous tasks.

Although it is not possible to receive system tasks in the other world, it is not bad that you can obtain simulation points in the other world by hunting aliens and filth.

You must know that different from the real world, the alien world can be seen everywhere, almost to the point of flooding.

Carla followed him.

In the foreseeable future, George's strength will definitely be greatly improved.

It's a pity that there are only five props provided by the system, which means that George can only make the attributes of the objects and props work on himself in the end.

Hearing the sound of George killing the alien Freed, Kara came out of the building behind her.

This magnificent mansion in the real world is now crooked, leaning and dilapidated, and there are squeaking and unknown rodents hiding in every dark corner.

"There are definitely not a few aliens that have appeared in New York City recently, but many of them have been torn apart by the flymen in the fog of the outer world before they are discovered and dealt with. Therefore, many filths have been born in various parts of the inner world these days."

Kara slapped casually, and an overwhelming force bombarded the huge corpse of the alien Freed standing in front of him like a hill, shattered and flew, and fell into the mist in a distant place, making a muffled sound of hitting the ground.

Those shadowy figures standing in the depths of the dense fog who stood watching from a distance let out the terrifying low growls that would come out from the depths of their throats when beasts were hungry.

Then, with George's vision, they all rushed in that direction like crazy red-eyed hyenas the moment Fried's body fell to the ground.

Not long after, there were dense and subtle chewing sounds in the silent gray mist.

"Ghouls, some scavengers who look like humans, but are irrational and will not actively attack rational creatures."

Kara frowned slightly, and she also looked in that direction, "Generally speaking, I don't take the initiative to provoke them. These aliens all over the world are the scavengers here, and they can clean up most of the corpses, avoiding the secondary occurrence of these corpses." Infection mutation."

"Would there be a mutation in the corpse of the alien?"

"Well, I've met it twice, but I can't say why."

Carla said and walked into the mist.

Walking out of the building for only a few meters, these twisted and wriggled forms wantonly displayed some kind of strange form, as if the mist with a physical form became thicker and more dangerous.

Even George's viewing range is no more than three meters.

Kara's vision may have been farther away.

But the mist in the mid-air was thinner.

George clings to Carla's back.

He always felt that there was something extremely terrifying hidden in the thick fog.

The last time I entered the inner world, there was no such thick gray fog. Why did this happen this time?

"Every time you enter the inner world, do you have this kind of gray fog?"

George asked.

There always seems to be a monster hiding in the dense fog.

Kara observed her surroundings vigilantly. In the other world, her super senses would be affected by many factors.

She said: "The gray fog of this concentration will have a certain period. According to my observation, it is once a month, once every four or five days."

"Do you know what caused it?"

"In the center of the city, when the biggest alien is waking up, it secretes a kind of pheromone-like thing, maybe it is announcing the scope of the territory."

territory?
George shuddered.

There are countless different types in the world, and among them are the horrible things like the natural disaster of flesh and blood that can destroy the human race.

What kind of existence dares to promote its majesty in such an environment?

"I can perceive the direction and approximate distance where the filth appears, which is a characteristic that is similar to the ability to enter the other world."

Carla leads the way,
"There are at least three filth clusters nearby."

"Wait, filth group?!"

"Well, hordes of filth."

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George and Carla walk in the mist.

After about half an hour, the fog began to clear.

Those mountain-like silhouettes reappeared before George's eyes.

"Do you know what those are?"

He pointed to the monstrous shadow cast in the twilight,
"Those living mountains."

"Some are aliens, and some are the torsos of a certain alien. Most of them are quite dangerous. How to appear in the real world probably requires a direct hit from a nuclear bomb to evaporate them by high temperature."

Kara looked at the eyes of these creatures with a trace of vigilance, she shrugged her nose, and the scarlet cloak fluttered behind her,
"The first time I entered the inner world, I killed one of them."

"You killed one?"

George looked at Kara in disbelief.

He knew that the Kryptonians were so powerful that they might even be regarded as overlords of non-god-level units in this universe.

But those heterogeneous, or something else.

They are so huge!

Standing there, wriggling slowly, like a living mountain.

The huge pupils are densely closed, and countless long and narrow lights can be seen tens of kilometers away.

The surrounding buildings are all the same.

The gray embers are getting denser.

It's like a snow is getting bigger and bigger.

Occasionally, a strange species jumped over, but they did not attack the two of them without a long-sighted look.

But suddenly, a wave of fear and a shuddering chill rushed straight to his forehead.

Go around the corner of the wall.

Countless, at least tens of thousands of puppets are piled up in the middle of this road.

filthy
community.

These things look like traditional Western marionettes, and even some ankles or arms have holes that have been eaten by moths.

Their bodies twisted, their limbs stood or sat on the ground strangely, and they were densely crowded together.

When George and Kara appeared at the corner of the intersection, these puppets, which were somewhat human but so weird that it was hard to even scream, suddenly turned their heads towards them!

Tens of thousands of pairs... Huge eyes that always carry a weird and terrifying smile suddenly stare at you!
What an appalling scene!
"Aberrant puppet..."

Carla stood in front of George,

"Fragile and stubborn low-level filth..."

(End of this chapter)