Chapter 289

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Marcus fell into a cold, dark lake.

The lake was deep, and the lucky impact angle meant that he broke only three ribs, not his spine.

For a moment, the icy water surrounded him, flowing from his throat to his lungs.

He coughed out of breath, and the cold air under the ground woke him up from the loss of direction when he fell.

Marcus pounced in vain, but now his limbs were stiff and had no buoyancy.

When he opened his mouth, the cold water rushed in. He could only struggle with the heavy absorbent coat on his body, but his body was hurt too badly, and his soul was hurt too badly.

The judge sank deeper and deeper, and a string of bubbles came out of his mouth.

Suddenly, an arm plunged into the water, and a hand with steel claws grabbed his shoulder.

The next second, he was dragged out of the water.

Marcus was dragged to a river bank full of gravel and rubble. He breathed, rolled and spit out water from his lungs - which made his throat hot.

He vomited until there was no more liquid in his stomach and his mouth was full of blood and bile.

When he returned to normal breathing mode, he even felt the sphincter twitch in his trachea.

Cold air has never tasted so comfortable.

It was a miracle that steam came out of him and he was still alive.

There are enough miracles to witness today.

Marcus looked up and found that he had fallen from a place more than 100 meters high.

The air was filled with dust. Debris rolled into the cave from the serrated crack on the top of the cave like raindrops. The steel mesh on the collapsed building tore a hole in the rock like a rough seam. High strength wires and data cables sparked and swayed like climbing plants in the jungle.

Darkness makes it difficult to judge the size of the cave, but it is not large. The widest place is about 100 meters.

The lake is rising as more debris falls into the lake.

His entourage, also his Savior, Malthus, a Death Cult assassin, is squatting by the lake.

Incredibly, he was not hurt, and the cold water patted his feet.

Darkness was attached to the assassin. Marcus always felt a little strange. It looked as if his legs had many joints.

Suddenly, the assassin turned his pale skull mask and said in a low voice:

"You're still alive."

He seems surprised.

"You too."

"Ha, I forgot to tell you that I have received some special transformation so that I can save my life at the critical moment."

"That's great. Can you tell me the details?"

The assassin tilted his head to one side as if the answer was self-evident, but he didn't give Marcus any answer.

Then he looked at the cracked roof.

"It's not easy to go up."

Marcus also stood up, and his limbs barely recovered their mobility

"The bombing should be over. We have to call someone to save us."

"Who is it?"

"Anything."

"Who's going?"

Marcus reluctantly took out the communicator that had fallen into two pieces.

"You go. I don't think I can."

"Then you have to wait."

With that, the assassin threw out a hook lock in his hand, hung it on a steel bar above, and then ran up with a force.

Suddenly, Marcus was the only one left in the dark hole.

He found a rock to sit down and treated his wound.

Suddenly, his body froze.

The laughter appeared again.

Whispers came from all directions, promising him to wait for his glory when he reached the sacred destination.

Marcus realized that his excessive use of psionics had had some consequences.

He quickly stood up and pulled out his sword and pistol.

Marcus calmed down, but when he turned around, he saw a pale humanoid climbing up the rubble and approaching him.

It's naked and can't see gender.

With no eyelids, staring eyes and open mouth, its meat seeps out of its body like molten wax, just like when a candle is turned upside down and burned.

It seems to belong to the same corrupt thing as those mutants, but it is in a more complete evolutionary state, like something roughly carved out of living clay.

When Marcus saw it, it rushed over and judge Cang Huang stepped back.

"Damn it!"

He pulled the trigger, but the bullet hit the thing with the same effect as hitting the mud - it didn't work.

Then he wanted to gather spirits to repel the demon, but when he exerted a little force, the back of his head immediately buzzed like a heavy hammer.

The judge stumbled and nearly fell, and black blood came from his nose.

The devil stood up.

It is at least four times the height of an ordinary person. It has a thin body, wrapped in a column of melted and beating meat.

The creature twitched its whip like limbs and scattered a lot of greasy things on the floor. Many eyes, lips and breasts flowed around its body and gathered like bubbles, staring down at the helpless judge.

Soon, a pile of meat on the creature was somehow melted by the magic of sub space and flowed to the ground, gradually swollen, wriggled into a humanoid shape, and then wound together, like Carnival men and women.

Marcus hated the blasphemy in front of him, but at the same time, he also felt more and more that some parts of him liked the blasphemy, which made him feel choked and disgusted.

He wanted to wave his sword, but his body could not move. He could only watch himself and slowly be hypnotized by the creature.

The devil's face rotates, forming a vortex and a small hole in the center, which seems to open a sub space channel in the real structure.

Marcus can hear some voices that are enough to drive him crazy through this hole, which can corrode both the body and the soul, and determine the direction of his destiny.

The devil extended a welcoming arm to him, and the meat on his hand hovered into tentacles.

Marcus screamed, watching himself reach out uncontrollably to meet him.

"Evil will be punished!"

Suddenly, a bomb brushed the creature's scalp, but immediately two other bombs penetrated its chest.

Marcus regained control of his body, turned away from the devil, and vaguely saw the ruins from afar that had saved him.

The figure of silver gray power armor appeared from the darkness like an angel. It was a huge giant. Every step made the cave tremble.

When the giant came out of the darkness, Marcus saw a firm face decorated with battle scars, and his raised arm released a flickering flame from time to time.

Marcus immediately fell to the ground, the devil's body began to explode everywhere, and the surrounding ground was covered with steaming meat.

The soldier's scarred face was strained with anger, and the generator on the throat armor amplified his voice into a terrible roar.

"The cave kills monsters!!"

Along with his roar came the roar of a chain saw halberd.

The devil flapped his limbs powerlessly and wanted to entangle the giant, but it was ruthlessly torn. The halberd cleaved down from its head and split it in two in an instant.

In a shrill howl, the devil disappeared and the broken meat on the ground turned to ashes.

Marcus had been lying behind the stone. When he realized that there was a shadow covering him, he finally raised his head.

The giant also timely extended his hand to him.

"Hello, judge."

"Tonghao, uh -"

Marcus squeezed out a smile on his dirty face, then rolled his eyelids and fainted.