It was like seeing the scene of the Hell Church sacrificial ceremony.

It's a terrible sight.

In the huge space behind the door, everything you can see, the walls, ceilings, floors, and countless twisted marks painted with blood...

It is like the mural depicted in a madness, or like the thing written in despair with the last glimmer of expectations...

But it is difficult to tell what is written.

All the handwriting has been distorted.

Only auditory laughter lingers around, which is creepy.

Huai Shi held the Henshui tightly and looked around. Even though he had discovered air outside through the detection equipment, he still did not dare to remove his heavy defense.

Is all this hallucination or something?

He couldn't decide.

But what Galandon said is indeed correct - as the farthest location from the central engine outflow layer, the Kingdom Gate is the safest place.

Everyone knows it.

Including the alchemist on Helios.

Therefore, they chose to escape... to escape to this farthest place from the nightmare.

Unfortunately, there is still only nightmare on the edge of the nightmare.

The ground was covered with mess, as if more than a dozen beggars had lived here for a long time, with old clothes, garbage and even excrement piles everywhere.

And the corpse.

The dead body.

Huai Shi could only scan her eyes and then stop looking.

It is too strange that some have become dead bones, some are still vivid, perfectly retaining every aspect of their appearance before death, and some are simply both. Some have become seedling beds of plants, and some are completely petrochemical.

The only thing that is the...smile that arises from the corners of the mouth on those twisted faces.

A smile from the bottom of your heart.

It is like, empathizing can understand their happiness.

But his eyes were so angry that they were covered with scarlet red, already shriveled, blood and tears still left traces, and the pain had already turned into a substantial overflow.

Because the joy in the world is no longer there.

Long before death, the indescribable sorrow and joy broke the souls of these survivors apart.

Without exception, he was mad and died of death.

Huai Shi held the Hen Water in his hand, picked up the precious materials and border relics on the ground, looked through them one by one, looking for the remaining clues, and when he looked around, he felt puzzled from the bottom of his heart.

"So unhappy?"

He scratched his head through his helmet, "Is it because someone in Helios organized a group view of The Beast Girl Zoo?"

Or the one who has been broadcasting for two consecutive seasons and is not allowed to sleep until you finish watching it?

Isn't this a bit too cruel?

Unfortunately, no one seems to understand the jokes used to adjust the atmosphere.

In the stiff atmosphere, everyone looked cold, full of vigilance and caution. They took out all kinds of defense tools and relics, carefully searching the surrounding situation.

But the alchemists from Shifu Society seemed to be unconscious machines, and witnessed such a scene without any wavering.

After the initial investigation, the standard flamethrower was quickly removed from behind, skillfully filled it with blocky melts, and pulled the trigger towards the wreckage everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, the green tongue of fire squirted out like a living thing, following the user's will, slowly wandering, burning everything wherever it passes.

Decompose into the last dust.

Rachel's reaction was slower and almost affected by the flames. He quickly threw down the border relics he had just picked up and hid aside.

But I didn't dare to say anything, just cursed vaguely.

Soon, half of the garbage and wreckage in the hall were burned out.

At this moment, Valery, an Russian Federation alchemist who was exploring to the edge of the hall holding a bronze rod, suddenly exclaimed, attracting everyone's attention.

"survivor!"

Valery yelled on the public channel: "There are survivors..."

Everyone paused for a moment and looked at the hill piled up by boxes.

Valery raised the copper rod in his hand and gently knocked on the floor. Suddenly, a dull sound burst out from the ruins of boxes piled up in the distance.

Huai Shi keenly noticed the process.

Just like my extreme intention, it is to use matter to transmit impact power, and to place the power of a siege hammer in a small blow, transmit it to the distance, completely defeating the sticky camouflage.

Then everyone saw the hunched back.

The thin man was sitting in a tragic blood color with his upper body naked.

His hair was torn up roughly, and only a few fish that escaped the net were still stuck to his swollen scalp. His body was covered in stains and stench. I don’t know how long it took for me to take a shower.

On his body, under his feet, and even around him were thrilling secrets made of layers of blood.

At this moment, he numbly tore the blood scab on his body, dipped his fingers in dry blood, and repaired the faded and peeling marks of his body over and over again.

He murmured to himself.

He didn't notice the existence of the gang of intruders around him.

I just recited myself and closed myself in the secret ritual.

But what's more eye-catching is the equipment he almost hangs all over his body.

Necklaces, jewelry, neck rings, earrings, and the strings of blood-stained amulets on the belt and even various accessories wrapped around the body with tape.

Huai Shi was almost blinded by the fluctuations in the source material.

Resisting the urge to suck the air conditioner, I suddenly wanted to fuck him...

They are all border relics!

That guy was covered with at least hundreds of border relics!

And they are not cheap products produced in the workshop assembly line, but are truly fine products created by the hard work of alchemists.

Among them are the top 100 rare items in the catalogue of relics.

Just a quick glance, Huai Shi recognized many good things that were priceless - blessed blockade, stove fire charcoal crystal, Gaia knot, blood oath blue eyes...

The precious relics that should have been stored in close-ups or displayed in a heavily guarded window are now densely packed and hung on a madman.

Are all the people in Helios so rich?

But it can be clearly seen that there are several styles and factions alone, and the ages are completely different, and some use levels are different.

The disposable Gaia knot is integrated into the blood of the alchemist, and it is limited to the maker himself, and it will only be effective within one month. The curse rebounds and protects the soul.

It is absolutely impossible to be the same source...

Thinking of the messy situation around the corpses, it is not difficult to see where these things come from.

After a fierce battle, the last survivor survived.

But I'm afraid...it doesn't make any sense.

Just as the other explorers were watching the alert, the detection spirit swings were shaking wildly, emitting fluorescent lights, pointing to the place where the back was.

And he was still immersed in the fanatical writing, and his other hand hugged something tightly, hiding it in his arms, like a cradle.

I was chanting something with concentration and numbness in my mouth.

The words were too vague and had never learned Huai Shi. They could only tell that they were Sanskrit words based on the sloppy Tiancheng text on the ground, but they knew nothing about the other content.

I can only hear a few nouns in fragmentary ways.

‘Indra’, ‘Yanma’, ‘Valuna’, ‘Suriya’…

It was the gods inherited from the Indian genealogy, calling for the power of the gods in the past to protect them, but they could not detect any mysterious mantras at all. At best, they were just chanting scriptures.

In pious prayers, gods and Buddhas all over the sky, who can lend a helping hand to the survivors in desperate situations?

Who can save him from the sea of ​​suffering?

But he had no response to the rescuers behind him.

Galandon's disciple once again polished the oil lamp, but for some reason this time, the fire that lit up from it quickly went out.

It seems that there is no signal after being away from the base station.

There is no way to get advice.

For a moment, everyone fell into a strange silence.

"It's no longer helpful." Izzy shrugged his head, and took off his helmet without caring, shaking the ashes. "Which kind-hearted person can give him a good time."
To be continued...