"boom!"

The fire burst out, and the heat waves pushed the air to radiate around, forming an invisible shock wave, shrapnel flying across, and the sound amplified and echoed in the underground cavity.

Walton flew back, his ears buzzing, and the dizziness made him lose his judgment of distance. His back hit the cold stone wall and stopped.

The scene in front of me blurred for a moment and then refocused.

A man in a tactical uniform staggered out of the smoke and dust, with blood everywhere on his body. He retreated and picked up the rifle in his hand, constantly pulling the trigger, and the tongue of flames spurted out from the muzzle and shot into the darkness behind the smoke and dust.

The magazine was empty, he shook it for a moment, knelt on the ground, plugged it in again, and looked back.

"Captain Walton..."

A flash of light in the darkness, a dagger flew over and nailed into his neck, the tip of the blade came out from the other side, and blood gushed out.

He covered his neck, giggled in his throat, and slowly threw himself to the ground.

Walton gritted his teeth, raised the secondary healing potion in his hand, pressed it on his thigh, the needle popped out and pierced into the muscles, and the disordered source air in his body began to gather again. After two breaths, he threw away the syringe.

Tighten the muscles and try to stop the bleeding wounds. He gasped, tried his best to move his body, and retreated behind a huge rock next to him.

He needs time to recover.

The shadow enveloped the dim light of the surrounding mineral crystals, and several people showed their bodies in the drifting smoke and dust.

"A qualified warrior wasted his life here."

The speaker was wearing a wide black robe, his eyes were hidden under the hood, his skin was pale, his pupils were red, and he held a short staff in his hand.

Walton stopped and reached out to hold the gun handle at his waist.

"Take the gun away and you won't die." A tall figure with short hair behind the man in black robe walked out with a rifle and aimed at the direction of the boulder.

Behind him, another figure twisted his waist and poked his head out, his short hair was against his scalp, and his eye sockets were deep. He was a woman.

"Will not die?" Walton closed his eyes, "Become a walking dead like you?"

"We are different from those dirty ghouls." The woman laughed out loud, walked to the corpse, stepped on her head, and pulled out the dagger.

"We don't need to feed on flesh and blood." She stretched out her scarlet tongue, licked the tip of the dagger's blade, and showed a disgusting expression on her face.

The short-haired man looked at her, with a wretched smile on his face, and his eyes wandered around her.

"You are all chosen ones of God. You are the future masters of this world, and you are the ones who have survived the torture of death and surpassed fear." The voice of the man in the black robe showed majesty, "Those who have not survived are not dirty. After accepting the final death, they will also be reborn."

"Yes, bishop." The woman lowered her head slightly.

"If you want, you can also be one of them." The Black Bishop said to the direction of the boulder, "You need God's protection. An arms dealer like Lei Jin can't give you hope."

"What's the difference between being your puppet and walking dead?" Walton gently pulled out the pistol at his waist. The power of the potion was taking effect. The terrain here was complicated, and he might have a chance.

"Puppet?" The black-clothed bishop let out a low laugh, "Do you think you are not a puppet now? You are all puppets of this world, dominated by it, unable to choose or compete."

Walton's forehead sweated down and his breathing was heavy. He had to admit that the other party's words made sense, and were surrounded by fate for the sake of humble survival.

"Like an ant?" the black bishop continued, "But you still have a chance."

"No!" Walton raised his head and shouted.

The short-haired man spat, raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"Biography? Time is limited..."

The black bishop waved expressionlessly.

The short-haired man raised his muzzle and pulled the trigger at the boulder.

"Bang!" The bullet shot out.

Walton felt nervous.

The black bishop slashed his fingers lightly.

In his eyes, the trajectory of the bullet became extremely slow and clearly visible. After his fingers passed, the bullet deviated from the original trajectory, drew a semicircular arc, and bypassed the huge rock.

"puff!"

A ball of blood burst out in Walton's abdomen, and the bullet broke into his body. The strong impact energy made his back hit a stone, and severe pain came.

He looked down at him in disbelief, reached out to cover the wound, and blood spurted out from his fingers, and the source energy began to flow with vitality.

He slowly slid on the ground, footsteps sounded, and shadows enveloped him.

"He is the last?" The black bishop's deep voice rang.

"Four dead on it. These idiots actually used flares in such places, and the rest became the belly food of those abyss creatures." The short-haired man paused for a moment, "including our two."

He touched his neck with lingering fear, remembering the huge creatures under the sand.

"It's great to be here for an ordinary combat team, Gaia, have you seen others?" The black bishop turned to the woman.

"I saw some lights, maybe something else, such as the reflection of the mineral crystal." The woman squatted down and looked at Walton's dissipated eyes, "I'm not sure."

"As soon as the penalty area appeared, those forces were like hyenas that smelled meat. Lei Jin was too far away. Only these idiots were not even a crazy-level man." The short-haired man said, "If there were really people below, they should be ahead of us."

"Stargazing Club?" the woman said, putting her hand around Walton's neck and rubbing it gently.

"They don't care about the penalty area yet." said the Black Bishop, "The closest to this is Tom City, and I'm afraid those people..."

The short-haired man and the woman looked at each other, and he pressed his gun against Walton's forehead.

"No, keep him, he still has the right use." The black bishop took out a potion and threw it to the woman.

The woman held the potion in front of her eyes, and the brown liquid slowly flowed inside, like thick fog, with strange vitality.

She inserted the potion on Walton's neck with her backhand, and the liquid quickly sank and disappeared.

Walton was trembling all over, and his fingers grabbed the ground with his fingers. He slowly raised his head, his eyes were congested, his pupils dilated, his mouth opened to his limit, and the blood vessels under his skin began to bulge like earthworms, spreading throughout his body like a blue-black net.

The woman pulled out the syringe of the medicine and took two steps back, and the three of them stared at Walton coldly.

After a moment, Walton lowered his head dejectedly.

The short-haired man spread his hands: "This idiot is not good."

"He was not chosen by God." said the Black Bishop, "You are lucky."

He turned around and walked towards the depths of the cave, with his fingers hooked.

Walton suddenly raised his head, blood filled the whites of his eyes, and he climbed up mechanically and slowly took steps towards the Black Bishop.

The muscles around the wound are slowly squirming, the blood is slowly stopped, and it is sticky and black.

"Is there no ghoul in Tom City because of those people?" The short-haired man carried the rifle on his shoulder and asked the woman in a low voice.

"They can't hold on for long." The woman twisted her waist, "It's already here."

Walton's throat trembled slightly, and the last bit of consciousness disappeared in his mind.
Chapter completed!