Tomorrow's Ark, Second International

Huh huh huh, idle wolf saw with his own eyes that there were pockets of various sizes under this pretty magician's robe, and the pockets were naturally full of fist-sized Originium bombs.

This can be regarded as the traditional art of the Balrogs. Now that the skill of origin stone explosives is no longer easy to explode, Idle Wolf doesn't bother to care about it.

I heard that in a country where guns are shot every day, someone can hide a dozen guns in a shirt and jeans. It's normal for Balrogs to stuff bombs like hills, right?

"This, this, and this, all can be used directly."

"So, you planned it long ago, and there was no miscalculation at all?"

This is really too suspicious, look at those Originium bombs taken out by Balrog Eight, they are all cut into similar sizes, and there is no need for him to carry so many of the same bombs.

"I have no idea what the boss will say."

Number Eight's eyes are evasive, this is probably a common problem of tech geeks, he can't lie, he can spot it at a glance.

Case solved, case solved.

But things have come to this point, and the closed education of the small black room on the [-]th has to be pushed back, so let's use it first.

This time, the idle wolf's work is still the same, but the way of digging the hole has changed. You only need to put your hand in, and the distance of the arm length is just right.

After digging a dozen small holes of the same standard on the mountain in succession, the second round of blasting was ushered in here.

These broken mountains naturally have engineering vehicles to dig them out and send them all to the Hostia. The only added work is the screening of ore.

However, this second explosion allowed the "people" in this area to determine the direction of the sound once again.

They approached the direction where the sound came from, and the uninterrupted explosions were the best guide to their direction.

These "people" are still wearing clothes that represent the identity of "people", but their performance is not much different from that of wild beasts.

These people staggered, and some could only crawl or crawl forward on their stomachs. Everyone's speed was different, and some people couldn't bend their knees. Pieces of black crystals had already connected his bones into a ball.

As for the other people, each of them was covered with black crystals, which was evidence of severe infection.

Soon, some "people" with normal feet approached Edelweiss' camp, facing the international fighters who were defending outside.

"Stop, tell me your name and why you're here!"

The soldier carrying the blunderbuss immediately sensed that something was wrong, and he picked up the blunderbuss and pointed it at the "person".

"help me..."

The intermittent language confirmed that he still had a mind, which made the international fighters hesitate.

"We'll save you, but you need to stop immediately and get checked!"

His heart relented, and a soldier who was also an infected person could imagine how painful such a severe infection would be.

However, this "person" didn't have any intention of stopping. He was already advancing slowly, as if he couldn't hear any language of the international fighters at all.

It's just that the three words "help me" are repeated in my mouth, and sometimes I can't even say these three words clearly.

"Stop immediately, or I'm going to fire!"

As he got closer, the "human" and inhuman face was exposed in front of the warrior. It was a face completely eroded by the origin stone, which made people feel fear for no reason.

"Help..."

"Feel sorry..."

The soldier wanted to shoot, but the "person" who was still moving slowly sped up and rushed towards him.

Chapter 669 "Resident Evil"

No matter how ugly the crystallization on his body makes this "person" look, he is still a living infected person.

The international fighter naturally hesitated, and it was this hesitation that caused him to be thrown in front of him by this "person".

It was too late to fire, or in other words, the hasty shooting was not as useful as the bayonet on the gun.

The comrades around the soldier wanted to fire but were afraid of accidentally injuring them. While hesitating, the soldier who was attacked made a counterattack by himself.

However, in the end, he did not pierce it with a bayonet. Instead, he held the gun with both hands, pushed the "man" out, and then raised the butt of the gun and smashed it down hard.

"Please, don't attack me, it hurts, it hurts."

It seems that the pounce just now was just an illusion, and there is no trace of an attacker here, who is clearly just an ordinary poor man.

But the soldier didn't dare to relax at all, he didn't want to try what it would be like to have this guy's alienated teeth biting his body.

The scene of the herd being infected is still vivid in my memory, no one dares to relax in this regard, God knows if this guy has any strange Originium skills.

While guarding against possible attacks, the soldier called out to his teammates, and several of them worked together to press him to the ground, tied him with a rope, and then gradually relaxed.

"What the hell is this?"

Only when it is a little safer, the soldiers are in the mood to go to a large number of "people" who have just attacked themselves.

"It looks a bit out of shape, more than a herd."

These veterans who have experienced the battle of Longmen have naturally seen herds. The ore on those people is bigger than this "man", but at least they can still see the human appearance on their faces.

Unlike now, the facial muscles are atrophied, the gums are everted, and the eyes are almost invisible due to the ore.Look like a real monster.

Even the tail has been completely crystallized, and only the horns on the head can roughly guess his race, either the Plenty Hoof or the Sarkaz.

But this person seems to be more infected than the herd. The "person" seems to still retain the basic consciousness, which is much stronger than the herd in this regard.

But if he still retains his consciousness, it means that he may be saved. From his language, it can be seen that this "person" has a strong desire to survive, and the international soldiers can't bear to abandon him.

Everyone is an infected person, who can guarantee that his ore disease will not be as serious as his? The so-called empathy for the death of the rabbit and the fox's sorrow is nothing more than that.

"He's still alive anyway, let the doctors take a look. Remember to inform Instructor Meimei first. If you encounter a new infected person, you must report it."

"I see."

A soldier took this "person" away, and his final fate can only wait for the doctors to decide. If it is really impossible to treat him, then only the last care can be given to him.

But the other fighters were not so leisurely, and another group of such "people" had already appeared from the snow.

It is almost impossible to hear paragraphs of language from their mouths, but it is just like the roar of wild animals.

Not to mention the dense crowd, these dozens of inhuman infected people are enough to make the international soldiers' scalps tingle, and they have completely lost the leeway they had when they were only facing one "person".

"Attack, try to shoot non-lethal parts."

In the end, the captain of the blunderbuss squad gave the order to attack, and he couldn't risk the lives of his team members.

Anyway, relying on the current international medical level, anyone who was not killed on the spot can be rescued.

More than one person is fortunate to have a hospital like Azazel in China. Of course, this is also one of the evidences of the foresight of a certain red-haired Luper on the spot.

The accuracy of the blunderbuss is extremely high, and the blunderbuss listed internationally are old items for long-distance shooting. These blunderbuss are still used as sniper weapons in some areas.

For well-trained gunners, pointing to where to hit is just the foundation. If it is not for the poor armor-piercing ability of the gun, it is not impossible to kill an enemy with every bullet.

A bullet hit the "person" who was trying to run, and blood spattered from the knee, which was enough for a normal person to lose the ability to move.

But for this "person", it just paused for a moment, and then continued to use the only leg that could move to continue jumping forward.

It may look funny, but for these people who are fighting, it is a real spiritual oppression.

The second bullet hit the other leg, but even with only his hands, the "man" continued to crawl forward, but only dragged a black bloodstain on the snow.

"Captain, we can't handle it, these guys are not afraid of getting hurt at all..."

Several times, the soldiers wanted to shoot these "people" in the head, but they still endured it, but this scene was definitely beyond their ability to handle.

"Ask your superiors for support..."

This is undoubtedly a very embarrassing thing, but in the captain's view, face is the most meaningless thing.

They have all been thieves and beggars, and even robbed food with dogs, what face is there.

The captain laughed at himself, not forgetting to command his team.

"Retreat backwards, fight while retreating."

The luckiest thing at present is that these "people" have worrying mobility, so they don't have to worry too much about being caught.

But if they can't be stopped, it's inevitable that they will be forced into a corner.

Fortunately, the gunners' shooting is not useless. Although these "people" are not afraid of pain, their physical strength is limited after all, not to mention the rapid consumption of physical strength after bleeding.

They still fell on the way forward, but this was neither tragic nor cruel, but a little scary.

I heard that in some horror novels and games, there will be a thing called origin stone zombies. They will not be hungry or tired. The origin stone is their energy for survival, and they are not afraid of pain.

After losing the consciousness of being a human being, he has deep resentment towards all living people.

The most frightening thing is that after being attacked or bitten, it will turn the attacked person into the same zombie.

And the most terrifying thing is that they are inexhaustible in number.

I have to say that art really comes from life. These "people" are somewhat similar to Originium zombies. Perhaps the biggest difference is that these "people" still maintain consciousness.

But this is also the main reason why international fighters have been unable to be ruthless. Killing the enemy is fine, but killing such a group of poor people...

"Ha, you stupid new recruits who don't know where they came from, my aunt is here to tell you, you can't use guns to deal with these guys."

It was a female Safra who spoke fragrantly and carried a huge shield.

Chapter 670 The Fragrant Big Sister

She was a very attractive big sister. Although she was indeed short in terms of height, she still gave off a very mature impression.

At least in the eyes of these gunners, why is it so attractive?Of course, it has something to do with combat power.

The shield in the hands of this big sister is about the same size as the shield in the hands of the heavy defender, but because of her smaller body, the contrast is much stronger.

I saw that she easily walked to the edge of the group of "people", and fell to the ground one by one. Even if a few were still struggling to get up occasionally, they would be hit by the shield again.

It seems that although the shield is large, it is not very heavy. This is not a thing that is purely made of metal like a heavy defender, but a new type of equipment full of technological sense.

The only functions that the soldiers can recognize are lighting and shooting, and maybe it can emit a strong light to blind the dog's eyes.

God knows how many other hidden functions there are, and it seems that she has no intention of demonstrating, and she is simply using strength to deal with these "people".

"Asshole, it's not honest like this!"

The one who was insulted by her was the most struggling "person", and she just rode on that hapless guy until he had no more strength to struggle.

"It's that simple?"