The red mist shrouded and there was an eerie silence. Suddenly, vague roars came from all directions, like the roar of evil spirits, echoing in the empty abandoned factory. They were monsters with twisted shapes and hideous faces. They ran out of the red mist, like a torrent released by a nightmare gate that had been opened.
In the thick red mist, monsters of different shapes emerged from all directions. Their bodies were twisted and terrifying, as if they were crawling out of the deepest hell. Some of these monsters have huge claws, some spit venom from their mouths, and some even emit blazing fire from their bodies. They ran around wildly, accompanied by bursts of stench, bringing an indescribable horror and nausea to the entire space.
In such a critical moment, Yang Gao seemed extremely calm. She is a beautiful and powerful woman, wearing a set of exquisite silver armor, with a firm light shining in her eyes. On her armor, you can see some mysterious runes, as if whispering some ancient magic spell.
In her hand, she held a radiant long sword, with a cold light flowing on the tip of the sword, which was her anger and determination against the monster.
Surrounded by monsters, Yang Gao led the unconscious Mu Yu to break out with difficulty. Mu Yu is a thin young man with a childlike look on his face. He was carried on Yang Gao's shoulders. Although he was unconscious, he still held the magic wand with sacred light tightly.
Yang Gao wields his long sword, and each sword dance takes away the life of a monster. Her body was as flexible as flowing water, avoiding the monster's attack while piercing the monster's body with her sword. Blood splashed and monsters fell one by one.
But these monsters seemed endless. Although Yang Gao tried his best, he still couldn't find a way out. What's even more frightening is that the attacks of these monsters are becoming more and more fierce, as if they are becoming more powerful driven by some mysterious force.
Just when Yang Gao felt desperate, Mu Yu suddenly let out a low moan. He woke up and the magic wand in his hand began to glow softly. That light seemed so warm and safe to Yang Gao, and she immediately hugged Mu Yu in her arms to protect him from harm.
Mu Yu's eyes shone with a strange light. He gripped the magic wand tightly and began to chant an ancient incantation. A mysterious power surged out of his hand, forming a huge light curtain that tightly protected the two of them.
Those monsters could not break through this light barrier and could only roar and roar outside. Their attacks are temporarily unable to harm Yang Gao and Mu Yu within the light curtain.
Yang Gao's eyes were fixed on the group of bloody monsters in front of him, and his heartbeat was beating against his chest like a drum. Although he tried to stay calm, the kitchen utensils in his hands had turned into deadly weapons due to his nervousness.
These kitchen utensils used to cook delicious food have now become deadly weapons against monsters. Under Yang Gao's clever use, they seem to be infused with strange power, shining with an icy light. He held a kitchen knife tightly, his heart full of fear of the unknown, but more importantly, firmness and determination.
A group of bloody monsters began to surge, and a foul smell filled the air. Yang Gao took a deep breath and recited an ancient mantra silently in his heart. For a moment, the air around him seemed to freeze. At that moment, he established an indescribable connection with the kitchen utensils in his hands, and he felt as if he had become their soul, able to guide them to eliminate the threats in front of them.
It was originally an ordinary kitchen knife, but now it seemed to be endowed with magical power. The blade shone coldly in the moonlight. This is just the beginning. More kitchen utensils fly out of the kitchen, as if they are alive, combining themselves into a variety of sharp tools.
The surrounding monsters are getting denser and denser, their tentacles, fangs and claws grabbing at Yang Gao and Mu Yu again and again. Yang Gao could barely block every attack with his knife, but his back was surrounded by more monsters. He felt that his strength was being depleted little by little, and every swing of the knife seemed to use up all his strength.
Following Yang Gao's order, the kitchen utensils seemed to have received the instructions and instantly turned into lightning bolts, cutting through the group of bloody monsters. The monsters screamed one after another, and they fell one after another under the sudden attack. Yang Gao's heart was filled with surprise and joy, and at the same time he was also confused by this sudden power. But he had no time to think, because he knew that they were not completely out of danger.
After repelling the monster group, Yang Gao quickly fled to an abandoned hut with Mu Yu and Yuanyuan who were unconscious. He cleverly set up simple traps with the kitchen utensils in his hands to block the monsters that might come again. Although he was tired inside, his eyes remained firm.
Sitting in the corner, Yang Gao silently looked at the kitchen utensils in his hands, feeling a wave of emotions in his heart. These kitchen utensils had gone through a life-and-death battle and were stained with the monster's blood, leaving deep scars on his hands. He realized that from now on, he would protect the people he loved and the peace of the world as a true warrior.
Mu Yu and Yuanyuan were sleeping quietly next to them. Their faces were still pale, but at least they had gotten rid of the fearful look in their eyes. Yang Gao gently covered them with some leaves to protect them from the gradually cold night wind. Then he leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, as if absorbing the power of the world.
As night fell, the hut fell silent. Yang Gao sat there quietly, with everything that just happened echoing in his mind. He was surprised that he could turn kitchen utensils into killing weapons and bravely fought against those terrifying monsters. He knew that this was not his power, but the mysterious power contained in those kitchen utensils. This mysterious power confused him, but also filled him with awe.
Yang Gao feels confused and uneasy about the future. He knew they needed to find a safe place to live, find medicine to heal Mu Yu and Yuanyuan's wounds, and also find ways to learn more about the world.
Yang Gao took Mu Yu and Yuanyuan and fled to a safe place. He held their hands tightly and shuttled through the circle of monsters. Their route planning was very precise, using the clutter and furniture in the kitchen as shelter to evacuate as quickly as possible.
On the way, Yang Gao would look back from time to time to observe the situation of Mu Yu and Yuanyuan. Although they didn't wake up, Yang Gao could feel their body temperature and heartbeat. He knew that they were only temporarily unconscious and nothing serious.
Finally, with Yang Gao's unremitting efforts, they escaped safely to an uninhabited corner. Yang Gao breathed a sigh of relief. He sat down against the wall and held Mu Yu and Yuanyuan tightly in his arms. At this time, he felt that his consciousness was gradually recovering and his thinking was becoming clearer.
