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In the spacious cave, dark red smoke was filled with the sour smell of decay, and grotesque monsters chanted Yiyi's cries.

They are huge in size, astonishing in number, and even more diverse in variety, with different shapes and functions. Some have powerful single arms growing on their chests, while others are shaped like centipedes with multiple hands and legs.

The only thing they have in common is that most of their bodies are covered with pustules, and their limbs are rotten and prone to sores.

The dark red smoke seemed to be squeezed out of the pustules, and the huge mosquitoes and flies lingering around them seemed to have grown from there, clustering around them as intimately as their offspring.

These maverick mutants call themselves "plague monks", believe in the ubiquitous and omnipotent "plague", and regard it as a treasure.

Rather than saying that these guys are mutants, it is better to say that they are suture monsters that were born after countless mutants were dismantled and rearranged. They have completely broken away from the concept of "human".

This is especially true for the monster in the middle surrounded by Naiyi's cries.

Its name is Sodo, he is the prophet of the plague monks and the leader of the Bloodhoof clan.

Its body is even fatter than Oulon of the Rock Ax clan. It has two heads with three eyes. The long horns growing from the skull are inlaid with rusty bells. As it shakes its head,

The practice makes an ominous tinkling sound.

With its bloated body and sparse hair, it looks like a sick pig. With that amiable smile, it looks indescribably weird.

In front of it stood a bubbling pot of dark red soup, filled with pus squeezed from the pus bubbles on its body.

There was obviously no fire under the pot, but bubbles continued to bubble out, and crackled into dark red smoke, just like boiling water. But what was boiling was not water, but some evil pathogen.

It calls it the "original soup."

As the mother body that breeds viruses - or gifts, Sodo scooped up a ladle of pus with a wooden spoon, laughed evilly and howled, and poured it on the singing tribesmen.

The mutants who were drenched in pus moaned happily, and some screamed with excitement, and their expressions were twisted with pleasure as if they had been blessed by the gods.

Compared to those cheerful lunatics, the short man who shuttled between the legs of the big old men was much more pragmatic.

These goblins and mutant children scrambled to crawl on the ground, frantically licking the "original soup" given by the prophet, as if it were some kind of delicacy.

Some goblins began to mutate, and their bodies swelled into a ball as if they were foaming. Some also curled up into a ball and seemed to become smaller, so small that they were almost unrecognizable. Then their bodies began to tear apart, and they were quickly destroyed.

The same kind shared the food and ate it.

Whether they are the cubs of the big old men or the dwarf goblins, the survivors have all become the "plague monks" who spread the plague, joining the chorus cheering for rebirth and death.

The "feeder" holding a large basket of flesh-red fungi in his hand squeezed in from the entrance of the cave and splashed the filthy flesh-red fungus on the crowded believers.

The newly born plague monks rushed forward like wolves and tigers, scrambling to stuff the organic matter into their mouths to fill their hungry stomachs and absorb the nutrients needed for growth and development.

Amid Naiyi's strange words and one after another burps, the bloody and chaotic party went on endlessly, spreading the diseased body like a plague.

Very satisfied with the new batch of works, Sodo nodded with satisfaction, then picked out a larger pustule from his body and started creating the next pot of soup.

However, at this moment, there was a commotion at the entrance of the cave, and a dozen humans who had been stripped of their equipment were carried in.

There were men and women among them, most of them were seriously injured and fell into coma. There were also a few people who were awake, looking at everything in the cave, with obvious fear on their faces.

He grabbed one of them by the neck. The three-meter-tall man with six arms gave a sinister smile and raised the longest arm high, showing off the struggling "antelope" in his hand.

These guys are the Alpha team trying to sneak into the cave. After eating two brains, it figured out all the plans of these little mice.

Bathed in the cheers of the plague monks, it stared at the prophet intently, with worshipful pride and desire for rewards in its eyes.

"Human thing! Transparent! Thinks we can't see! Gagaaaah!"

A loving smile appeared on Sodo's face.

However, in the eyes of the Alpha Task Force member, that smile was as terrifying as the devil described in the old-era beliefs.

There was fear on his face, but because his throat was tightly pinched, he couldn't make a sound, so he could only watch as he was brought in front of that disgusting guy.

Sodo stared into his eyes, and suddenly a crack opened in his bloated belly, and intestines as thick as a bucket wrapped around him like twisted earthworms, pulling him violently into his belly.

The last remaining bit of consciousness seemed to "hear" the sound of bones breaking, and then his consciousness fell into darkness and turned into Sodo's burp.

Looking at the captain being swallowed alive, the rest of the team members who were still awake showed fear and despair on their faces.

Without hesitation, Sodo poured a ladle of soup onto the brave man who had brought the prisoners. He looked at the prisoners at the entrance of the cave and continued shouting at the top of his voice.

"Take it to the hatching tank!"

"Dedicated to the great Lord of Plague! Thank you for the evolution she has given us!"

The sound was like ten thousand cicadas vibrating their wings in unison, and the rustling sound continued to echo in the empty and dark cave.

"Oh oh oh!"

A group of monsters twisted their limbs wildly, and their excited shouts shook the earth, as if even the mountains were shaking with them.

The members of Mobile Task Force Alpha struggled and tried to resist, but were eventually forcibly dragged to the place called the incubation room.

It was a bottomless abyss, with a faint redness in the darkness, just like an extinguished volcanic crater.

The dark red mist that fills the mountains seems to come from there.

There were several wooden cranes placed on the edge of the abyss, with iron chains wrapped around the winches, and a string of iron buckets tied to the ends of the iron chains, with flesh-red fungi still remaining on them.

A female team member looked pale, her lips were purple, and she trembled and murmured.

"...the Brood."

It turns out to be the mother nest of mutant slime mold!

She must take this news back!

However, this is an unknown number of meters deep underground, and the outside is covered with an unknown number of meters of rocks, so ordinary electromagnetic wave signals cannot be transmitted at all.

not to mention--

Falling into enemy hands, they are now unable to protect themselves.

"Sacrifice to the great Lord of Plagues!"

The plague monk who brought her here grunted solemnly, and then threw her into the abyss.

She felt a warm current pass through her body, as if she had fallen into a hot embrace. Then her consciousness disappeared like a kite with a broken string in the darkness that could not be seen directly...

…

At the same time, halfway up the mountainside on the south side of Broken Edge Mountain.

A group of heavily armed soldiers wearing gas masks stood on the battlefield like statues, staring intently at the blood-smeared mountain peaks in the distance.

That bloody mountain was like a halberd falling from the sky, splitting the eighty-mile mountain road in half.

"Alfa Team 13 contact was lost...the package failed to be delivered to the intended location and no explosion was detected."

"Judgment that all personnel were killed."

"Plan C13 failed, plan B14...action is launched."

"receive."

Plan C13 is for a stealth team equipped with optical camouflage to go deep into the cave to place explosives and collapse part of the cave, thereby destroying the defenses built by the mutants in the mountain.

Obviously this solution has failed.

Even in order to understand the cause of the failure and formulate a more thorough attack plan, they must recover the remains of the soldiers of the 13th Squadron and go deep into the cave to learn more about the battlefield situation.

After the silent exchange ended, the soldiers waiting halfway up the mountain left the trenches uniformly, formed into teams of ten and headed towards the Bloody Mountain.

Different from the 13th Squadron.

Equipped with heavy-duty exoskeletons and electromagnetic weapons, they are the backbone of Task Force Alpha. They usually serve as the spearhead of the offensive on the battlefield and are responsible for eliminating dangerous targets that cannot be solved by the academy's exploration team.

At the same time, there was a deafening muffled sound in the distance, and two 902mm train guns spurted out tongues of flame, pushing several rifle-launched rockets carrying thousands of kilograms of cloud explosive warheads into the sky.

In a dozen breaths, a series of piercing screams penetrated the thin clouds in the sky, and exploded into clusters of mushroom-shaped red clouds in an instant.

The scorching flames were like magma falling from the sky, almost engulfing the entire mountainous area, and instantly drained away the oxygen within several kilometers.

The strange red mist lingering on the peak of Blood Mountain was blown away completely.

Facts have proved that in the face of sufficient power, all monsters and monsters are nothing more than paper tigers.

Of course, the concept of offense and defense is always relative, and the premise of everything is "enough".

There was a slight landslide on the mountain peak, and large rocks rolled from the top of the 3,000-meter-high mountain to the foot of the mountain. However, the entire mountain peak still stood there motionless.

Even the rising heat looks like the entire mountain has been roasted.

Within a few minutes, the coalition forces poured at least ten 902mm heavy rocket extended-range projectiles towards the Blood Mountain area.

This is enough shells to fill five carriages, washing almost all the places that can be washed, and not even an ant will be left.

At the same time, two hundred-man squadrons of Task Force Alpha have pushed to the front line.

Also arriving with them were a total of 200 quad-rotor drones carrying shellless rifles and grenade launchers.

Different from the alliance's drones, the academy's drones not only have a more sci-fi style, but also have a variety of integrated functions.

At the same time as the drone attack formation was unfolding, brilliant lights and shadows suddenly appeared below the drone, forming colorful portraits.

General Liam, who was sitting on the Allegiance airship watching the battle, stared straight ahead and thought it was some black technology such as teleportation.

However, he soon realized that this thing was just a holographic projection, and the soldiers who appeared out of thin air were not real people, so he sat back on the chair.
To be continued...