Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 782: Mime’s cry for help

Lin Sanjiu’s shout fell into the thick blue rolling in front of him, and was immediately swallowed up. She seemed to hear a faint sound in the fog, but she couldn't tell whether it was Mim's response. She glanced at the rotten jelly-like pieces of meat at her feet. Instead of rushing into the mist, she suddenly squatted down and picked up a broken piece of black "tongue" with her hands.

Contrary to what she imagined, this was not just a piece of minced meat.

It is wrapped in a shell similar to plastic texture, tightly holding the purple-black, sticky, and undulating meat strips inside like a shrimp shell. She endured the nausea and inserted a finger. Unexpectedly, as soon as her finger touched it, it immediately turned into a sticky gravy, causing the fingertip to sink in with a "Gurgling" sound; the [Protective Force Field] suddenly lit up. Lights up, and then the consciousness quickly begins to drain away - this shows that the [Protective Force Field] is constantly being corroded.

Lin Sanjiu withdrew her hand and picked up several other different parts. Finally, she roughly spelled out a complete purple-black "tongue": it was an arthropod creature with a long tongue shape, no limbs, only a shell. There are several thin steel needles hidden in one end, which can be retracted and retracted freely. The steel needle was hollow inside, and the tube extended into the strip of meat. Lin Sanjiu held it and observed it for a few seconds, and finally figured out its purpose.

This "tongue" can first inject the extremely corrosive meat juice in its own body into the holes on a person's face, and then **** out all the melted contents in the skull little by little. Thinking about it carefully, the "tongues" she saw digging into the ground in a flash seemed to be much larger than the ones in front of her.

In the mess in front of her, she also found a steel needle stuck in half of her eyeball, which seemed to silently confirm her guess.

Lin Sanjiu finally figured out how those prostrate heads became empty balls, but a new doubt arose.

These things are obviously just low-level creatures with simple structures, without even a brain... She thought about it while carrying the single cannon on her shoulder, and silently walked step by step deeper into the thick fog.

She was unwilling to call out rashly anymore, after all, she didn't know when every word she uttered would be played again. She had just taken two steps when she suddenly felt an itch on her arm. When she lowered her head and looked down, she found that it was the cold-colored little machine that Siba'an had given her - it was stretching out many aluminum alloy claws and scratching quickly. He climbed up all the way with her sleeves, sat down on her shoulders with a bang, stretched out the aluminum alloy claws, and stuck two metal pieces on her temples with a snap.

Thanks to this thing, it was able to get rid of the purple-black "tongue" that got into her nasal cavity in time at the critical moment; it seemed that it was ready to shock her at any time. Lin Sanjiu smiled silently, feeling somewhat reassured.

Before she finished breathing, a series of gunfire suddenly rang out in front of her - the sudden bombardment tore apart the silent fog, and was accompanied by a vague roar: "Lin Sanjiu!"

Lin Sanjiu was startled and hurriedly rushed out. The corpses on the ground had been lying here for who knows how long, and they were wrapped in cloth and turned into bags of mud; she ran through the corpse mud with a "gurgling" sound: "Sba'an!"

The fog broke in front of my eyes, and a tall blond shadow not far away suddenly turned around, as if he was taken aback, and the gunfire in his hand stopped for a moment: "You...why are you--"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Sanjiu suddenly opened her eyes wide.

A black shadow suddenly jumped out of the mist not far in front of Sba'an. Before the two of them could react, the black shadow suddenly dispersed, like an endless swarm of locusts attacking from the sky. , instantly filled the field of vision.

"Don't hesitate, fire!" When Sibaan finished speaking, Lin Sanjiu had already gritted his teeth and mobilized his will, aiming his single-person cannon at the storm formed by the "black maggots". However, at this moment, a shrill scream pierced the violent storm and penetrated their ears clearly.

"Sir!" Mim's voice was wrapped in countless purple and black tongues, as if being swayed by the strong wind: "Sir!"

Sibaan was stunned, and the heavy and huge firearm in his hand couldn't help but pause.

With just this moment of hesitation, they lost the only brief window to repel the storm with bullets. Lin Sanjiu raised her eyes and watched as the mist above her head was pierced by countless black tongues, casting shadows like flying fish on her body.

She looked back at Sibaan, who was standing not far away, and made up her mind in an instant.

In the white light that was constantly flashing around his body, Lin Sanjiu put away the [combat items], kicked off his feet, and pounced on Sibaan like a leopard. When he turned his head and saw her, he seemed to have endured the counterattack; the next second, the two of them collided heavily and fell straight to the ground.

"Don't move," she breathed heavily in his ear and whispered, "I'll block, you shoot!"

She leaned tightly against Sibaan, and his body was stained with gunpowder smoke, **** smell, and the faint smell of figs, filling her nostrils in waves. She had never been so worried about the opponent's tall body like she was at this moment, so she had to pour all her consciousness into the [Protective Force Field], and even expanded the layer of faint white light from her body, finally enveloping both of them. Under the protection of [Protective Force Field].

"Hurry," her breath ruffled the other person's loose blond hair: "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for long!"

In addition to the rapid consumption of his consciousness, Lin Sanjiu was also constantly fighting against his other will. In just a few seconds, the two arms supporting the ground began to tremble slightly—— However, Siba'an seemed to be stunned. He did not move under her body, and his body was actually frozen.

"Hurry up." Countless purple-black "tongues" were like raindrops, hitting her body and the ground next to them. As soon as they landed, they swam towards them quickly, splashing The ground beside them was covered with dust. Under the erosion of countless purple and black shadows, she couldn't help but drink again, "I——"

Before he finished speaking, Sibaan suddenly stretched out his hand and put her weight on his chest: "It's okay, I can shoot like this."

When he quickly retracted his hand, there were blood marks on the back of his hand from several steel needles with purple-black tongues. Lin Sanjiu tried her best to block his movements with her body, and felt him poke the muzzle of a gun out of her shoulder. "Cover your ears," he whispered, his voice trembling a little hoarsely: "Hang on, it will take a while."

Lin Sanjiu blocked her ears with part of her consciousness, and still felt the strong sound of gunfire pouring out like an angry wave in her ears; the products produced by the arsenal were indeed different from ordinary firearms, and the scorching heat and richness on her shoulders were The smoke of gunpowder continued behind her for a full two or three minutes before finally gradually thinning out.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, she immediately turned over and climbed up, quickly glancing back. The mist gradually closed, and as expected, she did not see Mim's shadow among the purple-black juice, broken shells and flesh that had been smashed all over the place.

"What's going on with Mim's voice?" Siba'an lay on his back and looked at her for a few seconds with his elbows on the ground - Lin Sanjiu's back was full of smelly dampness, but there was still a patch of wetness on his body. Clean and tidy. "I heard your voice just now. Just when I thought you were under attack, you appeared from another direction... Is there something here that can imitate our voices?"

"No," Lin Sanjiu shook his head, "I don't think it was an imitation."

When she said this, she was suddenly startled and couldn't help but pause.

"What's wrong?" Sibaan stood up and asked.

"Whatever the thing that makes our voices is, I have never heard it say anything that we didn't say ourselves... In other words, I suspect that it recorded our conversation and intercepted part of it. Release it to mislead us, or to disperse us, and then defeat it one by one." Lin Sanjiu took a slight breath and forced herself to become nervous - even though she knew the real situation intellectually, her mood always felt like It's like being anesthetized.

As soon as she finished speaking~IndoMTL.com~ Sibaan understood.

"You mean, Mim did make those calls for help just now, but I don't know when." He closed his eyes tightly and slowly exhaled.

"I have only been separated from him for seven or eight minutes, and I have never heard him cry out for help like that before." Lin Sanjiu frowned and said.

"It means that he was in danger within these seven or eight minutes." Sibaan nodded, pulled open the collar of his uniform a little irritably, and picked up the machine gun on the ground with trembling fingers. "The matter is over. There is no need to worry about disturbing things underground. Just blow away the fog. We must find Mim as soon as possible."

If the boy fell into the center of the purple-black tongue, these few minutes would be enough for him to be dissolved several times. Lin Sanjiu knew that she should be angry and anxious at this time, but there was no emotion at all, as if Mim had just gone out for an outing.

She called out [Tornado Whip] and rolled out pieces of fierce wind as much as she could. The sound of the wind tore through the sky and the earth, and was so sharp that it made people panic; under such unbridled wind force, the fog finally could no longer gather, and flew away like cloud threads, gradually exposing this bowl-shaped depression. Under the sky.

The two stood on a gentle **** covered with individual "mushrooms". After the fog opened little by little, there was suddenly no sound.

In the deepest part of this bowl-shaped depression, which is the land at the bottom of the "bowl", a huge shadow like a hill dimly appeared.

"...Mother Queen." Lin Sanjiu heard herself murmuring.