The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

To everyone present, this mysterious woman's gun was faster than anyone else's.

In just a blink of an eye, the harsh sound of gunshots hit the ears of all the werewolves. Miss Watson calculated very accurately and only hit the enemies near her footing. She fired two pistols in succession, and each bullet accurately found its target. While moving, she even found an opportunity to drop the last signal transmitter.

"Catch her!"

When the magazine was less than half empty, Miranda roared loudly and transformed into a flock of crows again and pounced on him. The old mother was very fast. If it had been anyone else, she would have been caught by now. Miss Watson is obviously not among them. She is already close to the edge of the fortress, but the outer wall that was originally full of gaps is now beginning to be filled with a black substance. Without any time to think, Miss Watson rushed towards an exit that was not completely blocked, curled up and squeezed out.

It wasn't until she took a few breaths of cold free air that she turned to look at the werewolf fortress. The entire building has been completely wrapped by black roots grown from fungal roots. Those strips are as thick and twisted as the branches of towering ancient trees, and they have even extinguished many small fire spots.

There is no doubt that Miranda is stimulating the power of fungal roots.

The current scene is just like the decisive battle in the main storyline of the game. Fungal roots that have been spreading underground for hundreds of years are growing crazily toward the surface, and huge roots are breaking out of the ground. Fortunately, this thing doesn't grow leaves, otherwise environmental terrorists would be happy to see it. But Miranda managed to control the scale and didn't spread it all over the floor. Adjusting her direction slightly in mid-air, Miss Watson hit the snow like a cannonball and continued running.

"give up!"

Miranda's voice came from behind: "Your resistance is meaningless! I will let you see the true power of the Black God!"

This is a new version of the ship you've never played before!

Miss Watson wanted to follow this sentence for no reason.

As a village girl born at the end of the 19th century, my old mother obviously had strong feudal superstitious ideas, and she always spoke in a certain way, just like she was acting in a movie, without feeling any shame at all. Although in the game, the plot has clearly mentioned the other party's identity as a scientist, Miss Watson really can't imagine what it is like.

To be honest, just alarming Miranda now is already better than expected. One of the four lords was kidnapped, one was killed, and one was deposed. What remained was Countess Archina and her three perverted daughters in Dimitrescu Castle. But the good thing is that the weather in Romania in February is cold, and due to physical problems that are extremely sensitive to the cold, the three young ladies in black can't go out; as for the countess herself... forget it, things have developed to this point. For this reason, let’s take it one step at a time.

Miss Watson now prepares to proceed to the central altar.

The plan was simple, the fungal root was located not far beneath the altar, lure Miranda there, and solve all the problems at once.

Boom! ! !

The surrounding ground shook, and large strings of black roots stabbed out from the snow. With the reminder of her spider sense, Miss Watson easily dodged in advance. However, Miranda was determined to catch someone, and the path of roots breaking through the ground quickly stretched forward, almost surpassing Miss Watson's footsteps. Her spider sense was like being on a stimulant, never letting up from the beginning to the end, and she dodged again, barely avoiding the rolling black roots.

Then, he tightened his legs and kicked out hard, his waist brushing against the tree trunk. The next second, the dry plant was torn apart by a flock of crows transformed by Miranda. Miss Watson continued to pull, slowing down slightly. When the old mother pounced again, she immediately increased her speed and appropriately increased the distance between the two parties. She continued running wildly, adjusting her direction to the outskirts of Dimitrescu Castle. A large army of biochemical armor soldiers was approaching, but he couldn't let these guys confront Miranda. He had to take a detour.

After running a few hundred meters, there was suddenly no sound in my ears.

Miss Watson stopped decisively and turned her head to look behind her. The cold wind passed through the treetops, but it did not make any strange noise. Now that we have just climbed a hill, those black roots have been covered, and the woods are slightly quiet at this moment, as if this pursuit never happened.

Miranda won’t stop chasing her, right?

Miss Watson immediately put the idea away. The old mother was very cunning. She wouldn't chase her if she said she didn't want to. She took another step, secretly focusing all her attention on her surroundings. It can only be said that Spider-Woman still made great achievements in this wave. If it weren't for her spider sense, it would not have been easy to deal with Miranda just now under the interference of roots. Sure enough, as he ran, warning signs appeared.

A black light flashed across the edge of his field of vision.

Clang! ! ! !

The two machetes, one behind the other, held the spike firmly. However, in terms of overall quality, Miranda has the advantage. Seeing the two picked-up weapons shattered, Miss Watson immediately let go, stepped in, and struck the woman on the head with an axe. The ax blade cut along the forehead to the tip of the nose, and the wound was filled with surging black material. Miranda was not affected by this attack at all, and sneered and waved her claw at Miss Watson again.

boom!

Miss Watson stepped back, drew her gun, and gave the old mother a .50AE.

"......it's useless."

Miranda didn't even move her head, and her wounds quickly recovered: "What other tricks do you have? Are..."

Before he finished speaking, the female soldier in front of him with a hot figure started running away again.

"That's enough! Stop!"

Ever since he was transformed by the Black God, whenever he spoke, who would not listen respectfully and honestly? This was the first time Miranda encountered such a disrespectful person. She screamed in anger, and with a push of her hands, swaths of roots sprouted far away, intertwining to form a high wall in front of the other person. However, the next second, Miss Watson jumped up, controlling the height just right, and looked over the top of the root wall.

From the corner of his eye, Miranda had completely transformed into another form: her fingertips turned into claws, her arms were stretched out, and the religious robe covered with complicated patterns had completely disappeared, replaced by a large swath of tiny roots. He was wearing simple clothes, and his lower body turned directly into tree roots. Although the chest and neck are quite exposed, the woman's skin has become like a mummy, which really lacks beauty. This is Miranda's fighting state in the first stage of the game, and the old mother finally started to take action.

Ahead, the outline of Dimitrescu Castle becomes increasingly clear.

Judging from its appearance alone, this is truly a magnificent medieval building. The spiers, railings and battlements shrouded in gray fog, as well as the interconnected high and low towers, completely threw away the small castles Miss Watson had seen before. Inside the castle, the extremely gorgeous Baroque decoration is even more fascinating. If it weren't for a perverted mother and daughter living in it, it would be too much to use it as a museum.

But now, the castle is as silent as a sculpture.

Looking from the direction of Miss Watson, almost all the windows had thick curtains drawn, and the living corpses that had appeared in the game and flew around with wings were nowhere to be seen.

"I said, stop!!!"

Along with the sound of sharp claws breaking through the wind, the roar behind him gradually became inhuman. Miss Watson didn't want to expose her sprinting ability, so she simply rolled forward and hit her back hard on the ground, barely dodging the attack. It was a violent sweep. Miranda waved her sharp claws nearly 1 meter long, lifting up a layer of snow and frozen soil.

It hasn't been long since I escaped from the fortress, and more than half of the planned route has been completed. If it weren't for the purpose of hanging Miranda, Miss Watson could have increased her speed.

Bang!

The side door of the castle not far away was opened, and a nearly 3-meter-tall woman wearing a white dress walked out quickly and spread out her ten long fingertip claws with a swipe: "You! You have offended the respected Mother Miranda. God! What a blasphemy! Let me..."

My mom is so big!

Miss Watson didn't listen to what Ms. Archina Dimitrescu said at all. Her eyes were like a scanning probe, looking back and forth several times from bottom to top and then to the middle. Move away reluctantly. There is no need to provoke the countess now. Let's deal with this perverted mother and daughter after we deal with Miranda.

But there is one thing to say...really...well...

Her mind was distracted, but her movements were not delayed. Miss Watson jumped out more than ten meters in two clicks, escaping Miranda's attack range. Seeing that the opponent was beginning to gain altitude and prepare to dive, she quickened her pace and drilled a sliding shovel through the gap at the bottom of the root wall. Countess Archina just watched the two people run away one after another, and no one paid attention to her.

"Mother......"

Some weak voices came from behind. Three young ladies in black were holding on to the door frame and shivering. Their expressions were quite broken: "We're sorry, mother, but it's really cold..."

......

Crunch!

Military boots made short marks on the old stone bricks. Miss Watson slowed down and walked around the central altar. Four huge stone statues sat quietly, majestic and solemn. There is not much description of the statue in the game. It only mentions that there was once a powerful kingdom in this place. The ancestors of the four major lords made great contributions and were commemorated by future generations with sculptures.

Ironically, the descendants of the heroic ancestors have almost been wiped out by Miss Watson alone.

But that doesn't stop her from pretending.

"What? Stop running?"

Miranda rushed in immediately, but when she saw the female soldier kneeling in front of a statue, taking off her weapons and equipment one by one, she couldn't help but sneered.

"I...this is my first time back here."

Miss Watson stood up slowly and said in a low English voice mixed with Romanian: "My grandfather told me before he died that I should never try to come to this place. He said... Although this is the homeland of the family, But it has been completely contaminated. Now it seems that grandfather is talking about you, right?"

She walked slowly towards Miranda.

That momentum is truly fearless at all.

"I've never heard of you." Miranda chased the female soldier all the way, and was not in a hurry to continue the attack at this moment: "Which family are you from?"

Which family am I a child of? I just picked a random statue and worshiped it. There was no name written on it. How could I know which family I was a child of? Miss Watson half-squinted her eyes, turned secretly, and immediately thought of the answer: "Which family do I belong to? Is it important? It's not important. Seeing you like this, I finally understand why my grandfather doesn't want me to come. Already..."

Saying this, she kept her feet on the ground and continued to get closer to Miranda: "...I heard the villagers call you 'Mother Goddess', and I also visited some of your children. To be honest, you can't educate children well." It’s really bad.”

"Hmph, when I put you in jail, we can talk slowly."

Miranda floated up and prepared to take action, but the female soldier's next words made her pupils shrink: "What are you talking about? Talk about your dead daughter?"

The woman's trembling claws froze.

Miss Watson did not speak, but continued to approach the other party with her hands behind her back. Miranda's ability to resist blows is not weak, but her recovery speed is even more terrifying. In the previous brief chase, the two had fought several times. With the power of the fungus root, it would not be too much to say that this woman could lock blood. No matter how much damage Miss Watson inflicts on her, Miranda is able to recover in a matter of seconds.

This time it's no longer bullets and blades, Miss Watson is going to use the weapons in her body.

Therefore, the distance has to be shortened.

"Who are you?"

Miranda looked back at the hooded face of the female soldier.

The next second, the other party's figure disappeared.