Chapter 131 I'm not looking at a nurse
Chapter 131 I'm not looking at a nurse
"Don't stop! Keep nursing! Give me lots of nursing!"
Uriel knelt on the ground, pressing hard on Lin Fan's still bleeding chest, and roared at the knight who was releasing holy light.
A group of red-robed knights surrounded him, waving their scepters like glow sticks in a nightclub, showering Lin Fan with streaks of milky-white holy light as if it were free.
"No, Commander!"
The priest-knight holding the scepter was covered in sweat, his face even paler than Lin Fan, who had lost too much blood.
"This kid is completely beyond saving; the holy light didn't even have a dent!"
"Throw it away even if it doesn't react!"
Uriel's eyes were bloodshot.
"We must save him no matter what, otherwise we might be in trouble!"
What the hell is this?
"Having traveled all the way to America, what was supposed to be a one-sided massacre turned into a one-sided rescue."
at the same time.
Li Xiulan, who had been inside the mysterious space, suddenly frowned.
Standing next to her, Lin Jianguo was watching with great interest. Noticing his wife's unusual expression, he subconsciously asked:
"What's wrong, honey?"
"Disaster is coming."
Li Xiulan stared intently at the air outside the parking lot, a strange light flashing in her eyes.
As a top-tier spatial talent awakener, her perception of spatial changes is absolutely extraordinary.
"What?" Lin Jianguo looked completely bewildered.
Before he could react, an indescribable chill instantly pierced through the spatial barrier and went straight to the top of his head.
The feeling was like being suddenly stuffed into a morgue freezer in the middle of summer.
"Look at the sky."
Just then, the woman in red looked up at the sky with a solemn expression.
Lin Jianguo subconsciously looked up.
The once bright and cloudless sky had turned into a hazy gray.
It's not a dark cloud.
It is ashes.
Countless grayish-white, fluffy substances, like snowflakes, drifted down from the sky.
"Is this... snow?"
Lin Jianguo reached out to catch it, but found that the ashes passed directly through the visual projection of the spatial barrier and fell onto the ground outside.
Followed by.
An even stranger scene unfolded.
The barbed wire fence surrounding the parking lot, which originally had a silvery-white metallic sheen, is becoming mottled and blackened at a visible speed.
A dark red rust, resembling congealed blood, spread wildly along the barbed wire like some kind of living virus.
Click—click—
The harsh sound of metal corroding was particularly eerie in the silent, open space.
"This...this is the disaster that kid used in Japan before?"
Lin Jianguo's eyes widened as he instantly recognized the scene before him.
No, this kid's playing is way too weird!
"Not bad," Li Xiulan said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Lin Jianguo seemed to realize something, and a knowing look appeared on his face.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I'd only ever seen it in videos before, I never imagined I'd be able to see it live in person..."
"What are you looking at? A nurse?"
Before he could finish speaking, Li Xiulan asked coldly.
"Forehead……"
……
at the same time.
The Templar Knights, who were frantically trying to save Lin Fan, also noticed that something was wrong with their surroundings.
The first to notice the anomaly was the priest holding the scepter.
He was preparing to unleash the "Great Healing" spell again when he suddenly found that the scepter in his hand had become a little hot.
I looked down.
The once radiant, pure gold scepter, symbolizing holiness and light, was now covered with a layer of black and red rust!
The rust seemed to have a life of its own, slowly consuming the holy light on the scepter.
"Commander...Commander!"
The priest was so startled that his hand trembled, and he almost dropped his scepter.
"My magical artifact... has rusted!"
"Rusty?"
Uriel raised his head in annoyance.
"It's normal for your counterfeit goods to rust..."
Before he could finish speaking, Uriel froze.
Because he saw more than just a scepter.
The concrete ground beneath their feet was rapidly cracking and churning, revealing the dark red, flesh-like soil beneath.
The paint on the several abandoned cars that were originally parked in the distance has now peeled off in large chunks, revealing their rotten skeletons, as if they had been exposed to a century of wind and rain in an instant.
The most terrifying thing was that motel.
What was originally a typical American wooden building now has walls that are curled and peeling off like skin that has been burned.
The walls inside were revealed to be dark, damp, and even writhing.
A strong, foul stench, a mixture of rust and blood, instantly filled everyone's nostrils.
Ugh—!
A piercing, long siren, as if it came from the depths of hell, suddenly rang out between heaven and earth.
The sound didn't seem to travel through the air; it was more like it was ringing out directly in everyone's minds, making their scalps tingle and their souls tremble.
"alarm?"
A knight looked around in alarm. "Where's that alarm coming from? Is the US conducting a drill?"
"Drill my foot!"
Uriel suddenly stood up and drew the greatsword from behind him.
Fortunately, the greatsword on his back was not a fake, but a holy silver greatsword that had been personally blessed by the Pope and had slain countless heretics.
Although the greatsword was not corroded, it had lost its former glory.
The entire sword appeared dull and lackluster.
"Is this the other world described in the materials?!"
Uriel looked around.
The original California highways, wilderness, blue skies and white clouds have all disappeared.
Instead, a desolate, gloomy world shrouded in mist has emerged.
Grayish-white embers drifted in the air.
In the distance, a distorted and bizarre black silhouette could be vaguely seen, appearing and disappearing in the mist.
"Is this...is this hell?" A timid knight's voice trembled.
"Shut up!"
Uriel rebuked them sternly, forcefully stabilizing the morale of the troops.
"We are God's warriors! Nothing can stop God's advance..."
However, just as he finished speaking,
Suddenly, a teeth-grinding scraping sound came from the thick fog around them.
nourish - nourish -
The sound was like metal dragging across the ground.
It's like bones squeezing against each other.
Everyone turned around in horror.
From the depths of the swirling mist, tall, voluptuous figures with stiff movements slowly emerged.
They were dressed in tattered nurse uniforms, but where their faces should have been, there was only a blurry mass of flesh and blood, with no facial features, only twisted scars.
He was holding a rusty scalpel, an iron rod, and even a huge pair of scissors.
And at the very back of this line.
A monster, at least three meters tall, wearing a huge triangular iron helmet and dragging a black giant blade larger than a door, was approaching step by step.
With each step, the ground would tremble.
The sheer, undisguised oppression made every Templar Knight present feel breathless.
"What...what kind of monster is this?!"
The priest's legs went weak, and the scepter in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
Don't be fooled by their past claims of expelling heretics or demons.
However, the targets of the expulsion were nothing more than living people or awakened individuals with special awakening abilities.
How could things be like today, facing creatures that are like hell?
……
Inside the space barrier.
Lin Jianguo pointed at the triangular-headed monster dragging a large sword:
"It's a misunderstanding, honey, it's all a misunderstanding. I said I felt like I saw that big guy with my own eyes!"
"You know, our son, he's a grown man, and he looks so sunny and cheerful, how could he come up with such dark ideas?"
"No, I have to criticize him from my own experience!"
however,
Although he said that, his eyes never left the group of faceless nurses.
To be honest, these things are both tempting and terrifying.
They all have amazing figures!
"Yeah?"
Li Xiulan glanced at him indifferently.
"Yes, yes, yes... Honey, you have to believe me..."
Lin Jianguo shuddered and nodded frantically.
The main theme is an extremely strong will to survive!
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