Due to the structural limitations of the combustion gland, Caroline can only "breath fire" for the time being, and cannot bend the fireball or control the burning man to dance like a magician.

But the flames she sprayed were extremely hot.

After taking three deep breaths, Caroline suddenly spit out a red fire dragon.

The fire dragon landed on a building not far away and quickly burst into flames. As she turned around, it swept across the entire block below.

The fire started to spread.

Most of the old houses in the slums are made of wooden structures, and the nature of Caroline's flames is extraordinary, and it spreads faster than ordinary fires.

Soon, they burned onto the flesh and blood church next to them.

Dark scars appeared on the wall of flesh and blood burned by the flames.

Maybe he felt the pain, and the filthy wall of flesh and blood suddenly twitched, with countless mouth-like cracks opening on the surface, and a harsh scream came out.

Caroline covered her ears, but the scream penetrated her head like a demonic sound.

Caroline gritted her teeth and thought.

But this polymer pollutant is really too big.

After all, Caroline was a new-born transcendent, and her SAN was blocked by the pollutant's prayer, and she still felt a splitting headache.

This is the final bottom line for dignitaries.

The veteran patted him on the shoulder, pointed at the wild wolf sitting at the back of the car, and laughed: "Look at him, he's holding that gun like he's holding a girl."

"Do you think it's a little weird here? There's no one on the street." A recruit muttered.

If it weren't for the recent frequent paranormal phenomena that have really troubled the big guys, they probably wouldn't have even conducted this simple raid.

A hawker selling groceries turned around and opened the container behind him. Perhaps what was placed inside was not neat goods, but cold controlled firearms, or pale and cold corpses.

The captain patted the recruit on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't be nervous, kid. You can learn from the wild wolf over there and bring your wife to the battlefield every time, and nothing will happen to you."

The pollutants I encountered in the past were basically fatal when burned. This was the first time I encountered someone who could forcefully break through and escape from her fire scene. I was caught off guard for a while.

It was burned again, peeled off again, and new flesh and blood was revealed.

This place is the largest underground market in the slums, controlled by the largest gang organization "The Knife Club", and is the favorite illegal trading place for criminals - according to incomplete statistics from the Imperial Intelligence Agency, 82% of the drugs in the outer city and 94%

All the black guns in the world are spread from here, 85% of human transactions are completed here, 99% of thieves and robbers sell their stolen goods here, and 98% of fresh corpses have their organs removed and sold here and the remaining parts destroyed.

Neither the shop owner nor the customers seem to care about business or life anymore.

"Mi... gar... das..." the pollutant hissed vaguely.

He glanced out the window slightly nervously.

A veteran glanced at the new recruit: "Don't worry about this. Our mission goal is just to enter the church to capture a monster. Ha, I have seen that kind of monster. It just looks a little disgusting. It's nothing special. It will die in one shot."

Already."

-- Let the evils of the slums stay in the slums.

After several trials, this huge pollutant finally seemed to understand its situation.

The fleshy ball-shaped pollutants that were several circles smaller but still very large have shed their last layer of charred outer shell and begun to roll.

Towards the group of ignorant Caesar soldiers.

It begins to shrink the flesh.

The fire with spiritual power burned its body, quickly scorching the outer shell.

It retracted all the bacteria carpet exposed on the outside and retracted into the interior of the church.

In this way, it was destroyed and reborn again and again, breaking out of the fire at a cost of several laps.

But even so, they seriously underestimated the dangers of pollutants - after all, they had never faced real pollutants directly, and their understanding of pollution phenomena was limited to the weird transmissibility.

The streets are deserted.

Its body is made up of countless broken flesh and blood, crawling all over the walls and the ground like a carpet of bacteria. At this moment, it encountered a threat. The biological instinct made it naturally start to shrink its body to avoid the bone-eroding flames.

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Before the commando team entered here, they had received private instructions from their superiors: Come back after completing the mission. Otherwise, no matter what they saw, they should ignore it.

It stretched out part of its limbs and tried to move to a place without flames, but every time it ended up retracting when it touched the flames - Caroline consciously ignited all the buildings around it, trapping it in the flames.

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He looked around, wondering where the old man in this car had his wife?

Could it be...

Some of the shops along the street were closed, and although some were open, the people guarding the shops were nowhere to be seen.

Nishizawa officials may be powerless to do anything about this black industrial chain that is close at hand, or perhaps some cabinet members themselves are beneficiaries of it. They choose to blindfold themselves and erect high walls outside the slums to separate the inner city from the outer city.

urban areas, turning a blind eye to the terrible conditions in slums.

Burn it to death.

At this time, the soldiers from the Nishizawa Army Commandos were holding their weapons and equipment, sitting in the shaking carriage, talking and laughing as they moved forward.

He had a slightly horrifying thought, and a certain part of his body tightened involuntarily.

"Wife?" the recruit was confused.

Facing the desperate situation of being burned to death, the pollutant balled itself up into a ball and turned into a moveable meat ball.

But before she finished speaking, she suddenly saw the entire front door of the church collapse.

Then, it rolled and plunged into the fire.

The carriage burst into laughter.

It was a huge, filthy ball of flesh, covered in fissures and synapses.

The cracks on the flesh ball opened and closed, like countless tiny mouths, emitting layer upon layer of screams: "Mi... gar... das... Kap... ri... cor... non."

It turns out that "wife" refers to the gun. The recruit also laughed.

Normally, this would be one of the busiest places in the slums.

Something knocked it open from the inside.

The wild wolf who was wiping his love gun raised his head with an expressionless expression: "Who the hell are you talking about my wife?"

She didn't react until the polymer contaminant escaped her blockade.

"What's the use of running away? Sooner or later, you'll be burned to death." Caroline snorted, and when the headache subsided slightly, she took the time to breathe out another breath of fire.

She held her head and groaned, gritting her teeth.

The charred outer shell fell off, revealing the layers of flesh and blood inside.

The flames can only burn its superficial flesh and blood, but cannot really damage its core.

After they drove into the polluted area, it was like driving into an abandoned ghost city, and all traces of human beings seemed to disappear overnight - this feeling is eerie.

However, while smiling, he caught sight of something incredible out of the corner of his eye.

A huge, filthy ball of flesh.

Meie diary:

In the past few days, I have eaten and slept every day, and I have gained weight...

So I like to give him the nickname, Little Sheep.
Chapter completed!