Three floors underground.
The evil underground spider that had an arrogant attitude before was now running away in panic.
It has already laid out a large number of spider webs on the ceiling and corners of the walls.
As long as it shoots spider silk from its abdomen and puts it on the spider web, it can quickly and flexibly dodge attacks under the pull of the spider silk, or attack the enemy from various insidious angles.
But now, no matter how much it dodges, it can't get rid of the pursuers behind it.
Chasing behind it is a frost dragon head that exudes white cold air. It is ferocious, ferocious, and cold, and is covered with a large number of ice-blue dragon scales.
The movement speed of the Frost Dragon Head is not fast, far less than the movement speed of the Crypt Evil Spider when pulled by the spider's silk.
However, the frost aura of the dragon head is too amazing.
Rolling cold air fell from the dragon's head like a waterfall.
Wherever the cold air reaches, white frost instantly condenses, and even there are many crystal clear ice slags and snowflakes in the air.
Even if the Crypt Evil Spider only touches the air or wall where the dragon's head passes, it is enough for it to turn into an ice sculpture.
As for casting "Rotten Bugfly" to counterattack?
Do not make jokes!
"Rotten Bug Fly" is a spell that requires standing still to read. If the Crypt Spider uses this spell, it will become a living target.
The only thing it can do now is run around like a mouse being chased by a cat.
"Who are you? You have such strength, why do you want to deal with me? A majestic third-level "Imperial Fist" comes to bully me, a little spider, aren't you afraid of being made a laughing stock by other extraordinary people? "
"It doesn't matter who I am, just a bastard from the Death Council. I only know that when dealing with people like you, there is no need to pay attention to fairness and justice. You are all a bunch of sneaky and disgusting rats. The only way is to crush you with violence."
A cold female voice sounded on the third underground floor, but it did not come from the frost dragon head.
If you look closely, you will find that the frost dragon only has a head and neck, but no torso.
One end of its neck is the head, and the other end is connected to the left shoulder of the man in black.
At first glance, it looks like a human with a dragon's neck and head.
A bit weird, but very visually impactful.
Obviously, the man in black is Captain Murphya.
She can deal with the Crypt Evil Spider with ease.
She did not enter the biochemical giant state.
Just letting his left arm transform into a frost dragon head was enough to drive away the Crypt Evil Spider like a duck.
She had the strength to kill the Evil Crypt Spider instantly, but why didn't she do it?
"Gretel, Mars, have you prepared the potion?" Captain Murphyya turned his head slightly and looked at the middle-aged second lieutenant and young sergeant sitting cross-legged in the corner.
"Sir, the mutagen potion is prepared. I'm ready."
Lieutenant Gretel stood up, holding a glass jar with rippling liquid in his hand.
On the ground at his feet, there was a portable medicine preparation box filled with bottles and cans.
Sergeant Mars acted as an assistant. After he packed up the medicine preparation box, he picked up the box and stood aside.
"Very good, I will kill this monster now. Soak the mutant material in its body into the potion and drink it as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir." Lieutenant Gretel nodded muffledly, looking up at the Crypt Spider escaping on the ceiling, his eyes full of longing.
Only a second lieutenant like him knows that being promoted from the first level of "Imperial Fist" to the second level is not as simple as taking medicine and taking injections on time.
It requires precious mutant materials as medicine, and the core organs of mid-level undead creatures are very suitable for use as medicine.
Grete originally thought that he would die here with honor.
Now the situation is reversed. Not only is he not dead, but he can also enjoy the mutation materials...
The ups and downs of life are really unpredictable.
"Don't be distracted, Gretel." Captain Murphya warned:
"I know what you are feeling. After you drink the mutant material, I will naturally explain it to you."
"Yes, sir."
Captain Murphya raised his head, revealing a trace of his white neck under the black hood.
She looked at the clown-like crypt spider on the ceiling and smiled contemptuously:
"Okay, bastard, I've had enough fun. You can die now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Frost Dragon chasing the Crypt Evil Spider opened its huge mouth and sprayed out a fierce blast of frost and cold air.
This cold air was as fast as lightning, and it fell on the Crypt Evil Spider in the blink of an eye.
"no no…"
The evil cave spider didn't even finish its scream before it turned into a glistening sculpture in the cold air.
The frost dragon's head bit the ice sculpture into pieces, and then shrank back under the control of its owner.
Murphy's left arm returned to its original shape.
There was a beating black heart in her left hand.
"This is it, the "Split Heart of the Crypt Spider Mother", a second-level mutation material of excellent quality. "
Captain Morphia threw the object in his hand to Gretel and said at the same time:
"Drink it while it's hot. Don't be disgusted. It's a good thing that can give you powerful mutation abilities. Although the abilities brought about by this mutation are random, the Crypt Evil Spider's foundation is not bad. It has mastered Extraordinary abilities are all good. Even if your luck is average, you will have above-average gains."
"Thank you, sir."
Lieutenant Grete soaked his dirty heart in the solvent, then raised his head and drank up the bubbling potion in a gulp.
Sergeant Mars stood nearby, looking enviously at Grete's drinking.
"The mutagen will take effect in 5 minutes, and you will fall asleep for about half an hour. I will take advantage of these five minutes to tell you about the Emperor's secret plan and answer your confusion. First of all, your original promotion plan is cancelled. No, you will not be transferred to MI6, but..."
Captain Murphy's was about to explain Gretel's doubts when a very weak voice came from the corner of the third underground floor.
"Zizzizi...zizizi..."
The sound was like a surge of electricity, or like a rodent gnawing on a hard object.
Captain Murphya made a "silence" gesture.
Gretel and Mars closed their mouths tightly and held their breath.
Captain Murphya looked in the direction of the sound, stretched out his left arm, and used the frost dragon head to pick up a small object from the darkness.
"This is... the amulet of the Death Society. How did this thing appear here? Could it be left by the Death Society assassin who turned into a crypt spider?... Gretel, have you seen this thing before?"
"Report, sir, I have not seen it."
"You haven't seen it...Mars, have you?"
"Report, sir, I haven't seen it either."
"Hiss... Then where did this thing come from?" Captain Murphy's eyes stared at the amulet in his hand, frowning slightly, and his eyes revealed his thoughts.
"Pap tap tap..." A footstep sounded from far away.
An unexpected person arrived on the third underground floor.
After he came out of the stairwell, he ran towards where the three of Murphyya were without stopping.
His target is very clear, it is the vibrating amulet in Captain Murphy's hand.
"That man seems to be coming for me... No, he is coming for the amulet. Is he another assassin who is suing for death?"
Captain Murphya winked at Grete and Mars:
"You hide first and let me deal with it."
Lieutenant Gretel nodded, pulled Sergeant Mars, and ducked into the shadows at the corner of the wall.
The visitor's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and his rapid breathing could be clearly heard.
The moment he saw Captain Murphya, he was stunned for a moment, his eyes swept over the other person's figure and the amulet in his hand, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed unscrupulously:
"Hahahaha! Let me catch you! It's better that you didn't run away, so that I wouldn't have to use the locating device in the amulet to search for your whereabouts."
He held a remote control in his right hand. It was this thing that made the amulet vibrate, and its function was to help him lock the amulet's position.
Captain Murphya slowly turned around and looked at the man who had appeared here inexplicably.
Her pretty face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, and deep doubts and confusion rose between her brows.
Why would a guy wearing the uniform of MI2 and holding the rank of sergeant come to this eerie underground three floors without waiting for the safety of the camp?
Why can he make the amulet vibrate?
Captain Murphy's complex expression quickly retreated in thought.
Understanding and indifference took over her face, hitting her face like bone-crushing frost.
"Oh, I understand... You, a senior MI2 investigator, are a Death Society spy. Are you here to recover this amulet?"
The cold tone could not hide the delicate tone of her voice. This was undoubtedly the voice of a young woman.
Facing this mysterious man, Pim murmured in his heart - that criminal soldier No. 888 did not say that the mysterious man was a woman.
It doesn't matter, this mysterious man will become dead anyway.
Pim raised his hands, brushed his hair and collar slowly, and straightened out his personal appearance that was out of shape due to running.
He said with a relaxed look:
"It doesn't matter if you know my true identity... Yes, I am a spy of the Death Council. However, you are the one who needs to worry about your personal safety. I will torture you and pry the Emperor's secrets out of your mouth All plans.”
Pim raised the polished pistol and pointed the dark muzzle at the opponent:
"Lift your hood and let me see your true face. You'd better cooperate with me honestly, so that I can treat you as a woman as a gentleman..."
Captain Murphy's left hand grasped the amulet in the palm of his hand.
A crackling sound came from between her fingers.
She opened her left hand.
A handful of smoke fell from between the slender fingers.
The amulet was easily crushed by her.
Pim's heart trembled, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
The hard amulet was crushed into powder by the opponent's bare hands!
Didn’t Sin Soldier No. 888 say that the strength of the mysterious man is almost the same as that of an ordinary soldier? ?
At this moment, Pim deeply doubted whether the medicine he used on Criminal Soldier No. 888 really worked...
However, it was too late!
The mysterious man suddenly raised his arms and stretched out two white forearms from under his cloak.
The skin squirms, the bones twist, and the muscles mutate!
The two arms turned into two dragon heads and rushed towards Pim.
The dragon head on the left is cold and covered with frost.
The dragon head on the right is filled with flames and lava.
Before being bitten by the ice and fire dragon's head, Pim screamed out the mysterious man's name in great horror:
""The two-headed dragon giant of the empire"! ! ! You are Martha Murphya! ! Didn’t you die in tomb No. 669? ? "
"Pfft!"
Pim was bitten by the ice and fire dragon's head and was instantly torn apart.
His corpse burned in the flames and turned into black ashes and dust that sank to the ground. Before falling to the ground, it was frozen by the cold air and turned into crystal ice slag.
At this moment, an inconspicuous black light shot out from the dragon's head, crossing a distance of tens of meters at an extremely fast speed, and escaped into the stairwell.
Captain Murphya let out a surprised exclamation:
"This guy is actually protected by the Death Council's "Soul Retreat Crystal"! He is a senior spy from the Death Council, not an ordinary intelligence officer! "
Captain Murphy's figure blurred for a while, dragging out afterimages and flying towards the stairwell.
"Gretel, wait for me here and don't move. I have to catch up with the spy, otherwise our plan will be exposed. Mars, you also stay here. If I don't come back in time, you can carry Gretel on your back." Go to the basement level."
"Yes, sir." Gretel and the other two replied in unison.
They poked half of their heads out from behind the corner, only to see the poisonous mist rolling in, and no trace of Murphyya.
The two of them were just about to sigh that Captain Murphy's came and went like the wind, but they saw the other party's figure appeared in front of them again, and there was a broken gray crystal in his hand.
Sergeant Mars asked:
"Sir, have you caught the spy?"
Captain Murphya stared at the broken crystal in his hand for a few seconds, then shook his head and said:
"I didn't catch the spy... but our plans didn't leak either."
"Why is this happening..." Lieutenant Gretel muttered in confusion.
Captain Murphya weighed the crystal in his hand and said:
"Because the spy is dead, in the hands of the undead. He activated the "Soul Retreat Crystal" and escaped from my hands. His own soul did escape, but all his belongings were left here. "
Captain Murphya bent down and picked up another amulet from Pym's remains:
"...We were lucky. His soul left in a hurry and failed to take his amulet with him. As soon as he escaped into the stairwell on the underground floor, he encountered the resurrected undead. His "Soul Retreat Crystal" "Smashed to pieces by a crypt lurker, the soul disappeared in an instant. "
Gretel and Mars understood the whole story and were completely relieved.
The souls of humans who died in the tombs had two endings.
If it was a spirit that killed him, his soul would be taken away by the cairn and transformed into a spirit.
If the person who killed him was a suture monster such as the Crypt Lurker, his soul would not be transformed into a bound spirit, but would dissipate out of thin air.
So this guy Pim is completely dead.
The lieutenants and sergeants at the scene were all people who had experienced many battles and knew this very well.
Captain Murphy's thought for a few seconds and decided to make some flexible adjustments to the existing plan:
"Gretel, follow the order."
"Yes, sir."
"The Emperor has authorized me to secretly form a new MI2. All personnel will be selected from those who have been assassinated by the Death Council. You are one of them."
Lieutenant Grete suddenly learned the truth of the incident and was deeply shocked. His mouth opened involuntarily, and all the wrinkles on his face deepened at the same time.
Before he could say anything, Murphya raised her hand to stop him:
"Time is urgent, please listen to what I have to say.
"My original plan was to transform you from a nominally killed Imperial sergeant into a new MI2 agent who cannot appear in public with the help of the assassination plan for you. You will be promoted to the second level "Imperial" here. "Fist", he will also become the Emperor's shadow and begin to secretly investigate the current members of MI2..."
Captain Murphya pointed to the wreckage on the ground:
“But there was an unexpected twist in the plan, which was this death-telling spy disguised as an MI2 investigator.
"His appearance disrupted my plan. We must provide some reasonable explanation for his disappearance, otherwise it will affect my next actions.
"So, I have a new plan of action..."
Murphy Ya looked at Lieutenant Grete, raised her hand and saluted:
"Congratulations, Gretel, your death has been postponed. You will continue to be a living Imperial Lieutenant, commanding the Imperial Army in place of Sergeant Alvin, and clearing Tomb No. 1079. We will launch an assassination operation on you until the next time you die. That's when I turn you into a shadow agent. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." Gretel raised his hand in salute, a trace of sleepiness flashed across his resolute face.
The mutation potion he drank is about to take effect.
"Prepare to fall asleep, I will stay here until you wake up.
"Remember, after you and Mars return to the underground level, first find out what happened, and then adapt to the situation and explain clearly the death of the MI2 investigator and your own survival. Be sure not to give the MI2 What clues were caught in the second place?
"The Emperor has judged that the current MI2 defendant's death would be extremely infiltrated."
Lieutenant Gretel was swaying, as if he would fall asleep at any time.
But he still relied on his tenacity and said:
"It's...sir...it's really unbelievable...MI2, which has always been regarded as the sworn enemy of the Death Reporting Society...actually became the lackey of the Death Reporting Society..."
"Paji."
Lieutenant Gretel fell to the ground and grunted.
The pores all over his body sprayed out spider silk at the same time.
Ten seconds later, his body was wrapped in a giant cocoon made of spider silk.
Seeing this scene, Captain Murphy Ya nodded slowly, knowing that the medicine in the other party's body had completely taken effect.
"Mars, how long until the reinforcements from the Colabo Army arrive?"
"We'll be there within an hour. I heard that the person leading the team is a lieutenant with a hot temper, I think his name is Sere."
"Well, Sere...he's the one I'm waiting for." Captain Murphya said.
"Is he the one you're waiting for? What do you mean, sir?"
Murphya raised her chin slightly and pointed at Gretel on the ground:
"Like him, Sere was also an assassination target of the Death Council. Tomb No. 1079 was used by the Death Council as a place to serially assassinate imperial lieutenants."
For some reason, Murphya sighed softly:
"Hey. MI2 placed intelligence personnel in the death-defense meeting. This is indeed effective. This is how the assassination plan of the death-defense meeting I got came from. But MI2 was also seriously infiltrated because of this. This may be the intelligence The disadvantages of inserting personnel into illegal forces."
