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Chapter 199 Carefully Slit Your Throat 1
Chapter 199 Carefully Slit Your Throat 1
The bald agent had been instructed by Zheng Qingming to fully cooperate with the actions of the Blackstone Research Institute, so even if he had doubts, he hid them in his heart.
He nodded and opened the cell door himself.
As soon as the prison door opened, the lunatic Wang Xiaoliu couldn't wait to shout "monster" and rushed out.
He bared his teeth and clawed his way to Yanlvge who was closest to him.
The bald agent raised his brows slightly, and subconsciously wanted to draw his gun, but when he saw Yan Lvge himself and the people behind him all looked indifferent, he stopped his movements again.
Wang Xiaoliu rushed towards Yan Lvge like a mad beast.
When he was about to touch Yan Lvge's body, the latter suddenly turned sideways slightly, waved his hand, and with a blade that came from nowhere in his fingertips, he slit Wang Xiaoliu's throat lightly.
Wang Xiaoliu's body fell down slowly.
The bald agent's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't expect Yan Lvge to kill him directly, and the action was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.
But in the next second, he changed his mind.
Because the corpse that fell on the ground suddenly twitched, decaying and deforming at an extremely fast speed.
It shed its bones, muscles, and internal organs in a few seconds, and turned into a strange creature that stood on all fours, with gray-white skin on the outside and a network of blood vessels on the inside.
It stood up from its scattered flesh and blood, facing Yanlvge, its eye sockets without eyeballs were tightly packed with blood, like wriggling red nematodes.
Yan Luge laughed: "Sure enough, Wang Xiaoliu was completely polluted when he was in the Northwest Base.
"But it's not the gods that pollute you, but the alien species."
The pollutant cracked its mouth open, exposing the net-like blood in its mouth, and screamed at the rhyme like a threat.
Without further words, the scarlet tentacles spread behind Yan Lige, and quickly entangled the pollutant like a giant python.
The pollutant knew that it was not an opponent, and the moment Yan Lige made a move, it retreated violently, turned its head and fled.
But it has been a step slower.
The shadow under Yanlvge's feet suddenly turned into a wriggling worm mass - he activated Zheng Qingming's "Shadow Worm Form Alienation".
Countless shadow worms split from his body, submerged into his shadow, followed the shadow under the corner of the wall, and jumped onto the pollutant in the blink of an eye.
The black and gray shadow worms scrambled to bite its body, drilled into its body, tore the red blood thread that supported its body, and bit it bloody and fragmented amidst the hissing sound of pollutants.
——Suddenly, people couldn't understand who was the monster.
In the end, the pollutant fell to the ground dying, and looked back towards the direction of Yan Lige. There was no fear of death in its bloodshot eyes: "Miajnigis min esti homo."
Evil and treacherous syllables filled the enclosed space, as if there was a huge amount of incomprehensible information that was forced into the brain along the sound, making the listener involuntarily scream.
But after a while, the sound stopped abruptly, it came and disappeared suddenly.
Yanluge killed it neatly.
"Is it dead?" The bald agent looked at the debris on the ground with lingering fear.
He is just an ordinary person, and his mental resistance is not as good as that of an extraordinary person. Just after listening to a prayer, he feels a splitting headache and extremely uncomfortable. He is leaning on the wall to breathe, covered in cold sweat.
"Dead." Retracting the shadow worm's rhetoric song said, "but things are a little troublesome."
The bald agent chased and said: "The trouble...is it related to the 'alien species' you mentioned earlier?"
"Yes." Yanlvge explained casually, "Heterogeneity is a special pollutant with a 'mark', and the cause of its formation is generally related to multiple pollution.
"Aliens have certain intelligence and strange abilities, and are very dangerous. You can regard them as low-end versions and gods of young creatures.
"In theory, aliens can even become gods through 'mythical rituals'."
The No. 1 alien species recorded in the Black Stone Research Institute is the ancient alien species "Pan Shen Mudi" who made waves in Naki Port, and now, Yanluge has encountered the second here.
He had previously told Lao Zheng that the situation here would become very troublesome, referring to the possibility of alien species being born in the northwest wasteland.
The origin of heterogeneity is the multiple pollution caused by different pollution forces.
Different from ordinary pollutants polluted by a single god, the abilities of alien species are more terrifying and treacherous, and each alien species is almost a brand new creature.
They have escaped the influence of primitive pollution, no longer believe in a certain god like fanatics, but try to become gods through mythological rituals.
The storm that "Pan's reed flute" set off in Naki Port created the "Pan" for its mythological ritual.
Of course, mythological rituals cannot be achieved by creating a disaster.
Usually, it's very complicated and very lengthy.
This provides an opportunity for the extraordinary to interrupt the mythical ritual and hunt down alien species.
Yan Lige continued: "Alien species can spread pollution with their own characteristics like gods, and even manipulate pollutants to do something - gods don't care about their believers.
"For example, the pollutant that Wang Xiaoliu turned into.
"It will switch between the human form and the pollutant form, which is the order given to it by the alien species... nine out of ten are also related to the mythical ritual of that alien species."
The above is paid information, the kind worth a million yuan per word... But now is not the time to talk about money. Knowing the enemy's information will kill a lot of people less than not knowing the enemy's information.
So, I'll ask Old Zheng to collect the bill afterwards.
Yan Lvge thought generously, not even mentioning money.
The bald agent originally only listened to it as ordinary information, but when Yan Lvge said that the alien species is equivalent to a juvenile god, cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
A god who was unscathed by a series of long-range missiles is definitely not something that Commander 101 can deal with.
"Then what should we do? Does Blackstone Research have any way to deal with alien species?" He looked eagerly at Yanlvge.
There is nothing they can do.
I had no choice but to hug my thigh desperately.
"Why panic, am I not here?" Yan Luge patted the shoulder of the bald agent to show comfort, looking like a master, "I haven't killed hundreds of thousands of aliens, but there are still tens of thousands."
Xue Batian on the one side was originally studying the remains of pollutants. Hearing this sentence, he suddenly raised his head and grinned honestly: "Boss, let me do the math. If you count this year as 365 days, then That is 6570 days.
"I got it! It turns out that when you came out of your mother's womb, you killed a few alien species every day!"
Yan Luge's inscrutable expression collapsed in an instant: "You are deliberately finding fault, aren't you? Go back and write me a [-]-word review!"
I wish you all a happy Valentine's Day~! ! !
Although I think that people who go out to be happy will not read my book today~
(End of this chapter)
The bald agent had been instructed by Zheng Qingming to fully cooperate with the actions of the Blackstone Research Institute, so even if he had doubts, he hid them in his heart.
He nodded and opened the cell door himself.
As soon as the prison door opened, the lunatic Wang Xiaoliu couldn't wait to shout "monster" and rushed out.
He bared his teeth and clawed his way to Yanlvge who was closest to him.
The bald agent raised his brows slightly, and subconsciously wanted to draw his gun, but when he saw Yan Lvge himself and the people behind him all looked indifferent, he stopped his movements again.
Wang Xiaoliu rushed towards Yan Lvge like a mad beast.
When he was about to touch Yan Lvge's body, the latter suddenly turned sideways slightly, waved his hand, and with a blade that came from nowhere in his fingertips, he slit Wang Xiaoliu's throat lightly.
Wang Xiaoliu's body fell down slowly.
The bald agent's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't expect Yan Lvge to kill him directly, and the action was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.
But in the next second, he changed his mind.
Because the corpse that fell on the ground suddenly twitched, decaying and deforming at an extremely fast speed.
It shed its bones, muscles, and internal organs in a few seconds, and turned into a strange creature that stood on all fours, with gray-white skin on the outside and a network of blood vessels on the inside.
It stood up from its scattered flesh and blood, facing Yanlvge, its eye sockets without eyeballs were tightly packed with blood, like wriggling red nematodes.
Yan Luge laughed: "Sure enough, Wang Xiaoliu was completely polluted when he was in the Northwest Base.
"But it's not the gods that pollute you, but the alien species."
The pollutant cracked its mouth open, exposing the net-like blood in its mouth, and screamed at the rhyme like a threat.
Without further words, the scarlet tentacles spread behind Yan Lige, and quickly entangled the pollutant like a giant python.
The pollutant knew that it was not an opponent, and the moment Yan Lige made a move, it retreated violently, turned its head and fled.
But it has been a step slower.
The shadow under Yanlvge's feet suddenly turned into a wriggling worm mass - he activated Zheng Qingming's "Shadow Worm Form Alienation".
Countless shadow worms split from his body, submerged into his shadow, followed the shadow under the corner of the wall, and jumped onto the pollutant in the blink of an eye.
The black and gray shadow worms scrambled to bite its body, drilled into its body, tore the red blood thread that supported its body, and bit it bloody and fragmented amidst the hissing sound of pollutants.
——Suddenly, people couldn't understand who was the monster.
In the end, the pollutant fell to the ground dying, and looked back towards the direction of Yan Lige. There was no fear of death in its bloodshot eyes: "Miajnigis min esti homo."
Evil and treacherous syllables filled the enclosed space, as if there was a huge amount of incomprehensible information that was forced into the brain along the sound, making the listener involuntarily scream.
But after a while, the sound stopped abruptly, it came and disappeared suddenly.
Yanluge killed it neatly.
"Is it dead?" The bald agent looked at the debris on the ground with lingering fear.
He is just an ordinary person, and his mental resistance is not as good as that of an extraordinary person. Just after listening to a prayer, he feels a splitting headache and extremely uncomfortable. He is leaning on the wall to breathe, covered in cold sweat.
"Dead." Retracting the shadow worm's rhetoric song said, "but things are a little troublesome."
The bald agent chased and said: "The trouble...is it related to the 'alien species' you mentioned earlier?"
"Yes." Yanlvge explained casually, "Heterogeneity is a special pollutant with a 'mark', and the cause of its formation is generally related to multiple pollution.
"Aliens have certain intelligence and strange abilities, and are very dangerous. You can regard them as low-end versions and gods of young creatures.
"In theory, aliens can even become gods through 'mythical rituals'."
The No. 1 alien species recorded in the Black Stone Research Institute is the ancient alien species "Pan Shen Mudi" who made waves in Naki Port, and now, Yanluge has encountered the second here.
He had previously told Lao Zheng that the situation here would become very troublesome, referring to the possibility of alien species being born in the northwest wasteland.
The origin of heterogeneity is the multiple pollution caused by different pollution forces.
Different from ordinary pollutants polluted by a single god, the abilities of alien species are more terrifying and treacherous, and each alien species is almost a brand new creature.
They have escaped the influence of primitive pollution, no longer believe in a certain god like fanatics, but try to become gods through mythological rituals.
The storm that "Pan's reed flute" set off in Naki Port created the "Pan" for its mythological ritual.
Of course, mythological rituals cannot be achieved by creating a disaster.
Usually, it's very complicated and very lengthy.
This provides an opportunity for the extraordinary to interrupt the mythical ritual and hunt down alien species.
Yan Lige continued: "Alien species can spread pollution with their own characteristics like gods, and even manipulate pollutants to do something - gods don't care about their believers.
"For example, the pollutant that Wang Xiaoliu turned into.
"It will switch between the human form and the pollutant form, which is the order given to it by the alien species... nine out of ten are also related to the mythical ritual of that alien species."
The above is paid information, the kind worth a million yuan per word... But now is not the time to talk about money. Knowing the enemy's information will kill a lot of people less than not knowing the enemy's information.
So, I'll ask Old Zheng to collect the bill afterwards.
Yan Lvge thought generously, not even mentioning money.
The bald agent originally only listened to it as ordinary information, but when Yan Lvge said that the alien species is equivalent to a juvenile god, cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
A god who was unscathed by a series of long-range missiles is definitely not something that Commander 101 can deal with.
"Then what should we do? Does Blackstone Research have any way to deal with alien species?" He looked eagerly at Yanlvge.
There is nothing they can do.
I had no choice but to hug my thigh desperately.
"Why panic, am I not here?" Yan Luge patted the shoulder of the bald agent to show comfort, looking like a master, "I haven't killed hundreds of thousands of aliens, but there are still tens of thousands."
Xue Batian on the one side was originally studying the remains of pollutants. Hearing this sentence, he suddenly raised his head and grinned honestly: "Boss, let me do the math. If you count this year as 365 days, then That is 6570 days.
"I got it! It turns out that when you came out of your mother's womb, you killed a few alien species every day!"
Yan Luge's inscrutable expression collapsed in an instant: "You are deliberately finding fault, aren't you? Go back and write me a [-]-word review!"
I wish you all a happy Valentine's Day~! ! !
Although I think that people who go out to be happy will not read my book today~
(End of this chapter)
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