Enemies suddenly appear after the team enters a corridor that leads straight into the dark depths - and there are seemingly endless numbers.
A sharp sound of breaking through the air came from the side, and a scimitar slashed at his neck at a fierce angle. At the critical moment, Lawrence leaned back and grabbed the arm holding the scimitar. Flames instantly rose from the edge of his palm, burning a monster wearing a navy uniform with its head split lengthwise into ashes. Before he could react, several more gunshots rang out from the opposite side.
The gunshot came from a creeping monster that suddenly crawled out of the drainage ditch. The monster had an upper body like a human, but its lower body was completely squirming and undulating, like a deformed internal organs. In its hand, it held a weapon that seemed to be made of bones. The "rifle" made of flesh and blood, the muzzle of the rifle, which was a wrong product no matter how you looked at it, was spitting out tongues of fire.
Lawrence's eyes focused instantly, and time around him seemed to slow down. He felt that his eyesight was countless times stronger than that of an ordinary person at this moment, and he could even clearly see the trajectory of the bullet flying towards him - the next moment, he twisted his body , dodging bullets flying towards him at unimaginable angles and postures.
He dodged three times and was shot six times.
"His monster!!" Severe pain came, and the old captain suddenly exploded, then raised the revolver in his hand and fired two bangs at the monster.
He lowered his head and looked at his chest, and saw several shocking bullet holes that tore up the flesh and blood there. However, under the burning of the ghost fire, the translucent flesh and blood of the spirit body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It is not fatal, but it will cause severe pain and exhaustion, and the power of the flame seems to be gradually depleting - it is still very full, but it is difficult to say whether it will be exhausted.
Around Lawrence, the heavily armed subordinates were still fighting - these sailors, whose bodies were wrapped in ghostly flames, had noticed their current temporary immortality, and their fighting style became more and more fierce. They used guns, bayonets, and shorts in their hands. The sword resisted the monster that could not be killed no matter how hard it was, while trying with all its strength to push deeper into the corridor.
However, like Lawrence himself, everyone is not yet accustomed to their current "spirit body" state, let alone controlling those ghost flames. These sailors who accidentally obtained immortality are just squandering their physical strength and firepower. The entire sewer corridor The battle in the battle has become so chaotic that it is impossible to watch directly.
Therefore, even if they have bodies that can regenerate, they can only advance at an unbearably slow speed surrounded by endless monsters, with no hope of breaking out.
The only thing on the scene that was not affected by the ghost flames was the mummy - Anomaly 077 was also fighting. He wielded two scimitars and walked across the battlefield with agility that was completely unfit for a mummy, like the wind. Charging back and forth, if his vision hadn't been greatly enhanced, Lawrence even doubted that he would be able to catch up with the movements of the mummy.
But now that his eyesight is far beyond ordinary people, Anomaly 077's speed does not seem too outrageous in Lawrence's eyes. He can clearly see the mummy bypassing every fierce-looking monster and walking safely across the battlefield. During the route, the scimitar in his hand was flying up and down. After cutting for half an hour, it was still as good as new - the blade didn't even touch anything.
"Sailor" just ran up and down the corridor waving his swords, shouting louder than anyone else.
"I open the way with a scimitar!" The mummy's broken gong voice echoed in the corridor, accompanied by the whistling sound of the sharp blade cutting through the air. "These ugly and blasphemous things are no match for me!"
Lawrence took a big step forward and grabbed the "sailor" who was about to charge from the side by the neck. His strength at this moment was so amazing that he even pulled the rushing corpse directly in front of him by the neck. The hoarse voice was accompanied by the crackle of the flames: "If you can't help me, at least give me some peace!"
Anomaly 077 was strangled by the neck, and his withered head was only a dozen centimeters away from Lawrence's face, which made him tremble all over: "Yes... yes... yes! Captain!"
Lawrence raised his hand and threw the mummy ten meters ahead: "Go and clear the way.
——If you can’t get through today, I will stuff you into the combustion chamber of the steam core! "
The mummy monster screamed and was thrown out, and finally struggled with the mud monsters that kept pouring out, while a sailor carrying a rifle ran over from the side and shouted loudly beside Lawrence: "Captain! Bullets!" It’s almost gone!”
Lawrence turned around suddenly and saw that almost all the people he had brought with him had begun to fight the monsters with cold weapons. They relied entirely on their immortality to persist in the corridor. However, the overall advancement of the team had obviously stopped.
No more progress can be made.
There is no way out.
Chaotic shouts of death and chilling sounds of flesh disintegrating and limbs breaking filled the corridors. The black mud on the surrounding walls and roofs was still seeping out. The subordinates who had transformed into spirit bodies were almost overwhelmed by endless monsters. The weapons in their hands are running out of ammunition, and the flames of their spiritual bodies are still burning. However, fatigue is accumulating, and this fatigue is even sluggish and interfering with their thinking.
Deep in this chaotic sewer, Lawrence suddenly felt a little dazed, and even began to feel that the whole world was unreal——
Who are you, where are you, what are you doing... There are endless monsters here, but how long will it take for the promised midnight time...?
At this moment, as if in response to his own trance, Lawrence suddenly heard Martha's voice coming from the small mirror on his chest: "They are coming."
The old captain woke up from his nightmare in an instant. He hurriedly raised his hand, pulled out the dagger from his waist and pierced a monster that rushed towards him. He then retreated to avoid the black mud that almost splashed on him. , and raised his head quickly at the same time.
There were footsteps in the corridor - very, very many footsteps, as well as distant and ethereal voices shouting and passing commands. Then, these voices approached quickly, almost instantly arriving at the area where Lawrence and the sailors were fighting. .
Almost in the blink of an eye, countless figures appeared. As if emerging from the past, shadows condensed in the air one after another and turned into fully armed soldiers. They held old rifles from half a century ago in their hands, and the bayonets on the muzzles were in the dark corridor. With cold light flashing, they rushed from the darkness and rushed into the next darkness - the process of condensing their figures did not interrupt their charging steps at all, as if their battle had never ended, and only at this moment, their figures could be seen observed.
The sailors fighting in the corridor were shocked by the sight that suddenly appeared in front of them, and stopped subconsciously. They watched the troops rush in, watched them shoot at the monsters everywhere here, and watched them roar. He jumped into the battle, and it took several seconds for a sailor to react, muttering to himself in astonishment: "The last of the Queen's Guards..."
Lawrence also reacted. He subconsciously stepped forward and walked towards a young soldier who was loading his rifle. The soldier looked to be only twenty years old at most. The old-era city-state guard uniform on his body was in tatters, as if he had already been in the sewer. I struggled for a long, long time.
"Hello, we are here to help..." Lawrence reached out and patted the young soldier on the shoulder, but his words stopped abruptly in the middle of his words.
His hand passed through the other person's figure.
Is this just an illusion?
Lawrence raised his head in astonishment, only to see that the phantom-like soldiers were already engaged in a fierce battle with the monsters in the corridor. The guns in their hands kept firing, and the human-like and inhuman things made of dirty mud fell one after another.
A tall soldier rushed from the other side. Lawrence hurriedly dodged, but couldn't dodge. He watched the tall soldier running over as if he hadn't seen him, and then passed through his body like a phantom—— Later, he was hit by a stray bullet from the monster, and his tall body collapsed into the sewer.
The other Queen's Guard soldiers bypassed the body and continued running deeper into the corridor.
A sailor walked over and murmured behind Lawrence: "They are phantoms..."
"But these phantoms can fight those monsters, they can even destroy them...
Lawrence said blankly, but it still felt like a dream.
"There are no more monsters in the corridor." Another sailor said next to him.
Lawrence reacted instantly.
For the first time, the number of monsters in the corridor has actually decreased - after the appearance of the phantom Queen's Guards, the black mud that had been pouring out from the surrounding walls and ceiling finally stopped seeping, killing them no matter how hard they used to kill them. The endless number of deformed monsters are being truly reduced in number right now!
Can the existence of the Queen's Guard inhibit the "regeneration" and "proliferation" of those monsters?
Countless questions filled Lawrence's mind, but instead of pursuing the answers to these questions, he knew that there was one thing that was more important.
"Follow the Queen's Guards!" He raised his hands and shouted an order, "Follow their path!
"Yes, Captain!"
