My cemetery is connected to the game world.

The King of Abomination is dead.

After losing an important research and development base for mechanical corpse puppets, and now killing an important "king" of the deep prison, Ophelias's barely able energy could not withstand such an impact, and he was seriously injured and passed out.

Hailot said to the driver: "Leave this person to your Tomorrow Group and give me an inspection report as soon as possible to find out what kind of genetic mutation system she is using."

The driver picked up Ophelia and said, "Yes, Mr. Claude."

Angelica walked over, threw the skeleton she was carrying on the ground, and summoned a flame to disinfect her hands in disgust.

He said seriously: "Our mission is completed. If there is nothing else, we will go back."

At this time, more police cars appeared at both ends of the street. The heavily armed vigilantes approached in a fighting formation, and a vigilante captain hid behind the marching shield and shouted loudly through a loudspeaker.

"Our Imperial Sheriff! The people inside stand where you are now and don't make dangerous moves!"

Helot took out his ID and gave it to Firollo, asking her to negotiate with the approaching Sheriff.

Then he said to Angelica: "You have nothing to do with me here. It's a pleasure to cooperate, and there will definitely be more cooperation in the future."

"By helping you, you are helping us. Goodbye, Mr. Claude!"

Angelica flew up into the night sky, and the other mechanical cyborgs quickly escaped into the night carrying their injured and dead companions.

Helot reached out and grabbed the "Old Codex" and put it back into his space bag.

Firollo stopped the approaching Sheriff.

The little girl appears in the ruins of such a battlefield, making people unconsciously want to protect her. But when the flashlight light illuminated her appearance, it gave people a thrilling feeling like watching a horror movie.

The police officers huddled behind large explosion-proof shields, pointing guns and swords at Filolo. The captain shouted: "Get down! Hold your head with both hands..."

The turned searchlight illuminated Fiorro more clearly. Her face was pale and bloodless, and the area around her eyes was dark as if she hadn't slept for many days.

No matter who looked at her, his heart would beat uncontrollably.

Firollo took out his ID and faced the security officers: "The 13th Investigation Team of the Imperial Military Police is handling the case. The corpses and corpses in the deep prison were found here. Please evacuate the nearby residents quickly and seal off this block. ”

The sheriffs became even more nervous when they heard that there were corpses and corpse puppets.

After such a long time, the truth about some Iron Stone communities came out through various grapevines, and the sheriffs had more channels to obtain information. A few days ago, it was reported that the dead Earl of Secombe colluded with the prison and asked a cadaver to replace his organs to obtain eternal life.

The name "Sewing Man" has been included in the sensitive word manual of the Imperial Security Administration, and every police officer has been told to pay special attention to it.

The captain of the Sheriff immediately ordered his men to retreat slowly and asked: "Do you need us to send the Sheriff to support?"

"No need for the moment!" Philolo took back his ID and showed a scary smile: "If you insist on coming in and are attacked by corpse puppets, don't blame me for not warning you!"

After saying that, Philoro floated backwards...

The sheriffs retreated faster.

After a while, another group of peace officers arrived. This time they brought heavy weapons, including security-type war machines, armed vigilantes wearing special armor, and of course higher-ranking officials.

But they didn't rush into the ruins of the battle. They just surrounded the place and evacuated the panicked crowd.

More than ten minutes later, Melis and the cavalry arrived with the watchman riding an armored bear. They broke through the sheriff's blockade and entered the neighborhood, quickly occupying key points throughout the street.

Melis looked at the miserable condition of the surrounding buildings and could imagine what kind of battle had just broken out here.

"Team leader, what happened here?"

Helot replied: "I followed Ophelia here and found that the Abomination King of the Deep Hell was hiding underground in this photo studio."

Melis's already nervous mood became even more tense when she heard about the King of Hatred.

She had heard Helot introduce information about the Deep Prison, and knew that the Abomination King was a self-aware zombie whose strength had reached the third level of Extraordinary.

If her bloodline was not injured, Melis would certainly dare to fight the King of Hatred. But now she can barely exert her extraordinary level 2 power, and is somewhat powerless against the King of Hatred.

Melis faced the deep chasm in the middle of the road and activated the Northern Lights bloodline at the same time: "I'll cover you and leave quickly!"

Helot pressed Melis's shoulder, his palms stung from the cold, and he could feel a heart that wanted to protect him.

"Don't be nervous! Relax...the King of Hatred is dead."

"Dead?" Melis was very surprised.

"Yes, dead, right at your feet."

Melis stumbled and almost knocked down Herot, and then she saw that the place where she had just stood was indeed a skeleton.

"This is the Abomination King of the Deep Hell?" Melis couldn't believe it: "How did you kill it?"

Helot supported Melis: "I dare to chase Ophelias because I have backup. It is the third generation of the Tomorrow Group's mechanically modified human-killed King of Abomination. They have a common enemy with us."

Hearing that it was the Tomorrow Group that had sent out the third-generation mechanical transformer, Melis finally relaxed, and then realized that she was very close to Helot.

The skin, which had become cold due to the opening of the blood vessels, felt an indescribable burning sensation when it came into contact with Helot's breath. This heat quickly spread throughout the body and then flowed out of the nasal cavity.

When Helot saw that Melis had another nosebleed, he immediately took out a handkerchief to wipe it for her.

"Quickly release the inspired blood power."

"Oh..." Melis took Helot's handkerchief and said, "I'll wipe it myself."

Melis's hair changed from white to maroon, and her skin also returned to softness from ice crystal texture, but her cheeks were slightly red due to excess blood. She put away the bloody handkerchief: "I'll wash it and give it back to you."

Helot said: "Just throw it away, I have a lot."

Melis did not throw it away. She noticed that she was a little flustered, so she shifted her attention and said, "There may be corpse stitchers hidden underground. I will take people down to search."

Helot said: "Since this is where the King of Abomination is hiding, there must be many traps. The mechanical transformation of the Tomorrow Group has suffered a lot of casualties. I am a professional necromancer, let's go down together."

"You are the team leader, I listen to you, but be careful!"

"I will definitely be careful and keep up! The cavalry stays on top and don't let anyone get down before we come out. Even if the third prince comes, he must stop me."

Iron Cavalry: "Yes, sir!"

Helot turned around and walked down the steps from the door of the photo studio. Melis used magic to gather her somewhat scattered mental power, and quickly followed Helot with an ice sword in hand.

A team of Watchmen followed underground.