Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Cold and hot staggered in the air like a spider's web, and someone behind him moaned up and made a sound of picking up weapons.

Fujiang fell in front of everyone because he grabbed the heavy flamethrower.

Despite being affected by the shock of the explosion for the first time, the action under the protection of protective clothing was still neat. I remembered that she had been severely burned a while ago, and she is still lively, so I feel relieved.

The smoke was gone, and we finally saw the situation opposite.

It was a white room.

Doesn't just mean the white cold air scattered around. The surrounding walls, floors and ceilings are covered with white silk sacs and silk threads. The entire room is like a diseased internal organs and is sewn by a strange parasite.

The appearance of the parasite is reminiscent of the maggots that grew after the decay of the corpse. The white is slightly yellowish, and each one is only as big as the thumb.

The captive Kennedy was like a prey that fell into a spider's web, and his hands and feet were suspended in the air by white silk.

The insects crawled on his body and kept vomiting secretions. The secretions stuck to the skin as if they were all in one body, and then pulled out the silk thread and docked to the silk sac.

There are so many bugs that we hardly recognize Kennedy's face. He couldn't speak, and his body couldn't move. Hoarfrost crawled on his fingers, hair and eyebrows, and was still thickening quickly. The only thing that can prove that he is still alive is the two stern eyeballs.

Fear and despair in the pupils can't be looked at.

I still thought he was not saved, but Fu Jiang ran up and sprayed flames again.

The flame passed by Kennedy, and there was no more explosion, and the chill dissipated more quickly.

Insects spit out silk thread over and over again, the silk thread filled with cold air, and then melted. At every interval after the flame spray, you can see traces of frozen water flowing on Kennedy's face.

Fujiang tried to go deep into the room, but as soon as he walked into the area covered by insect cysts, a thin white line shot her from all directions. The surface of the protective clothing quickly frosted and fell together piece by piece with the fiber.

Fujiang could only retreat, standing beside the destroyed door and continuing to spray flames.

The battle situation froze for a while.

I can't think of a way to break the deadlock, and I can't shout out the words I gave up. I can only watch Fujiang do it again and again with everyone in the same place. I checked the information of these insects with the magic pattern, and the whole room started to commotion.

However, the insect information is still available.

Name: Corpse

Species: dead body

Evaluation: D

State: anxiety

The corpses began to retreat wave after wave towards the silk sac. When they were fully drilled into the silk sac, Fu Jiang finally burned the silk thread hanging Kennedy in midair.

Kennedy, who fell straight on the ground, made the sound of broken porcelain, and cracks appeared on the surface of his clothes and skin.

Before Fu Jiang snatched him out, the silk sac began to agitate like a heart, making a puffy puffy sound.

Fujiang stopped his footing cautiously, but in his breath, the sound of agitation became more intense.

"Leave there!" The priest cried.

Father stepped forward, Fu Jiang gave up the rescue and turned towards me. The moment the two passed by, the silk bladder made a long string of air leaks and quickly shrivelled. The honeycomb-shaped cavity could be clearly seen even at such a long distance.

When Fu Jiang came to me, the priest had stopped at the door, and what happened next made us dumbfounded.

Countless flying insects flew out of the honeycomb mouth of the shrunken silk sac. Fu Jiang frowned, I just thought the construction site was as noisy, but others covered their ears in pain.

Overwhelming flying insects rushed towards us, instantly flooding the priest. They didn't continue to fly like us, like flies that smelled bad, all the flying insects gathered in a spherical shape where the priest was.

We watched this scene in surprise.

Father is dead.

The sudden death of the priest made everyone unacceptable. In our impressions, he always looks inscrutable. When he took the initiative to change places with Fu Jiang, anyone thought he had found a way to deal with these corpses.

Ellie screamed. The Indian Rahul turned and ran, and the hippie James had long disappeared. Only Fu Jiang and Cui Di remained with me.

Tritty raised the muzzle.

I took her arm.

"leave here!"

"But ..." Cui Di shouted.

"If the flamethrower is not effective, we can't deal with so many flying insects." Fu Jiang said calmly.

The structure of the room here is the same as that of the safety storehouse, as long as the door is closed after retreating, these flying insects should be able to be closed inside.

Just when we decided to retreat, another strange thing happened.

The sphere that the flying insect wrapped up the priest seemed to be bigger. Finding this, my pace slowed a bit. Looking at it with wide eyes, yes, it is getting bigger, or rather, propped up from the inside by an invisible force.

"Achuan!" Fu Jiang pulled me, but she didn't speak anymore. She also noticed the change of the worm and stopped with Tracy.

The insect ball was stretched to reveal the figure of the priest. The priest kept drawing a cross on his chest, chanting words. As if constantly pumping into the balloon, when a certain threshold is crossed, the worm explodes in all directions.

There is no shock wave, no shaped air wave, no explosion sound, but flying insects are scattered like sand.

Fujiang and I blocked Cui Di behind us, arms in front of our faces, and flying insects hit the protective clothing with a dull sound.

They fell motionless on the ground. died.

Is really amazing.

I do n’t understand how the priest did it, or why he wanted the flying insects to wrap themselves before killing them, but we were saved.

"This is a C-level ... supernatural power?" Fu Jiang, who was not afraid of the sky, was also surprised.

"It's amazing," the priest said as he squatted down next to a flying insect corpse and put on a pair of gloves to fiddle. He was surprisingly calm. "The medieval theological literature contains stories of wizards and witches. The difference from ordinary legends is that it tells people how they are different from ordinary people before they become wizards and witches."

"Different from ordinary people?" Cui Di asked curiously.

"Of course ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ If everyone can become a wizard and a witch, now it should be a world full of brooms."

"So what's the difference?" Fu Jiang asked.

"Witches and witches rely on spells to exert their power, and those who can become witches and witches are born with some kind of supernatural power. Even if there is only one kind, it is also a proof of talent." The priest stopped the movement at hand and looked at us as if Teacher's tone. "C-level awakening supernatural talents are also called wizard apprentices."

The voice of the priest seems to have penetrated the mystery of history. Perhaps it was infected by his grotesque legend. I began to think that the illusion of doomsday is really a dangerous but wonderful world.

"Gather the graystones," the priest said, taking off his gloves and standing up.

I worked with the priest to activate the power of the magic pattern. After the bodies of the flying insects turned into gray fog, they did not condense individually. I clearly feel that our power is converging together, but the manipulation is in the hands of the priest, instead of the magic pattern.

The gray mist condenses together, falls into four strands and falls on the ground, each condensing into ten gray stones. The quality of these gray stones looks no different from the gray stones I made with ghost dogs, but they are much larger.

Finally, I, Tomi, Choi, and the priest who stayed at the scene took their own copies.

As soon as the distribution was over, Ellie, Rahul, and James turned out from behind, looking around in fright.

"Father? Are you still alive?"

"What about the bugs?"

Father just stared at them with unchangeable deep eyes, and their voice gradually weakened.

The air became heavy in silence.

When we walked into the room occupied by the corpse again, Kennedy was breathless.