Chapter 9

The voices of people on the broken bridge were faint, and there were occasional glimmers of light across the water.

Tang Fang clawed at the edge of the stone, turned his head and glanced up, and with all his strength, jumped onto the stone platform.

"Wow, wow."

The aftermath hit the rock wall, and the blue-purple moss spread all over the ground, and there were layers of rock worm eggs on it.

The lights flickered, and a line of snow appeared in the corner.

Tang Fang was startled, picked up the gun and took a closer look. It turned out to be a palm-sized larva, delicate and tender, with snow-white limbs. It looked as delicate as a jade carving handicraft, and it was very different from the adult worm.

Under the light, three or five larvae gathered in one place and were eating the sticky layer of leucorrhea-like secretions from the egg shell.

He originally liked the shape of these larvae a little, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he felt a little nauseated, and he reached out and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da."

The flames flashed, one after another larvae were penetrated by bullets, and the transparent body fluid splashed several feet.

"Life energy collection completed, quantity 2."

Is that okay? Tang Fang was stunned and counted the number of corpses. There were 10 corpses in total, which means each corpse was 0.2.

Damn, the system is too stingy! The program is accurate to one decimal place.

He couldn't help but make a rough sentence, and he turned his attention to the eggs the size of ostrich eggs.

"clatter."

An egg was blasted into pieces, and the system did not respond.

"Da." Another, "Da-da-da"...

Until the tenth egg exploded, the indifferent female voice sounded again: "The collection of life energy is completed, the number is 1."

Under the stimulation of the value of 149, Tang Fang resisted and did not complain, the fire was full, and the lights passed, leaving larvae corpses all over the place.

150, 151, 152...

"Kaka." It wasn't until the magazine was emptied that he regained his senses. The crystal value had already become 178. After a while, there were hundreds of larvae that died in his hands.

Choose a hatchery, give an order, a larva will change into an egg, and in a few moments, fresh worker bees will come out. Tang Fang took out the speed of watching the film and took off his pants and issued a new order again. The worker bee blinked into the bacterial blanket, the flesh and blood surged for a moment, and the spine-needle reptile broke out of the shell.

The six stubby and powerful hook feet hold up a ridge needle that is thick at the bottom and thin at the top, and can be stretched freely.

He nodded with satisfaction, his thoughts moved slightly, and the terrifying body of the spine-needle reptile appeared on the platform.

Tang Fang was taken aback. Compared with the game, the spine-needle reptile was too big in reality, occupying almost half of the platform, and a chassis the size of a living room was firmly attached to the ground. The iron anchor-like spine of the faint cold light, from a distance, is creepy and shuddering.

As the defensive building of the Zerg base, the attack distance can reach terrifying thousands of meters, and the attack power is equally amazing. A quartz stone several meters long and wide in the corner of the platform was actually torn apart by it. That's Quartz! The hardness was comparable to that of a battleship's shell, and what surprised Tang Fang even more was that it didn't need the support of mushroom creep. As long as the root point was firm enough to resist the reaction force, it could launch a spine attack.

After testing the power of the spine-needle reptiles, Tang Fang swept away the larvae on the platform and hatched two puppies with the harvested life energy.

He felt that his combat power had doubled compared to before, so he sorted out his weapons and equipment, and walked into the cave on the opposite stone wall.

"Grosso, thanks to your gift, otherwise, how could I be a blessing in disguise." Tang Fang's eyes flashed a cold light: "Hmph, since you like Chinese culture so much, next time we meet, I must teach you a new Words come and go without being rude."

The cat walked forward, the cave became wider and wider, and it didn't take much effort to come to a large cave extending in all directions. A salty wind blew past, blowing away the pungent smell of rockworm excrement.

Tang Fang moved his nose slightly and sniffed carefully. The wind was blowing from the cave on the right, and the salty smell was vaguely mixed with a rancid smell unique to the body fluid of adult rock worms.

After a little thought, he turned off the light of the automatic rifle, put on the night vision goggles, and walked forward slowly.

More than ten minutes later, some rock worm corpses and colorful body fluids appeared at their feet, accompanied by faint gunshots.

Tang Fang accelerated under his feet, turned his spear and turned a corner. The front suddenly became clear, but it was a huge underground hole.

The gunshots and flashes of light were chaotic in front of him. He leaned down and slowly stuck his head out to look down.

The dense mouth of the crypt stretches to the bottomless depths of the earth's crust, and a shootout scene is being staged in the open area next to the crater.

On the left is a small group of eight people. The rifle bullets are like passing locusts, and the ballistics are intertwined into a light curtain in the air.

The whistling of the bullets continued, and the firelight reflected their faces. The one with the most people was the eight Grosso. As for the two people on the opposite side, no need to guess, it must be Aros and the woman.

It turned out that after Tang Fang fell into the water, the two of them shouted for a long time and didn't respond. They just thought he was dead, so they turned back to the fork, and chose another cave to go forward. Originally, everyone had the same goal, but they went around and bumped into Grosso. face.

If Tang Fang was still there and the three of Lawrence were still alive, Grosso would naturally not dare to act rashly, but there was only Aros and a woman left, so how could he let them go.

Grosso is a ruthless man. His thoughts are actually very simple. There is no need to live for guys who don't agree with him, lest one day the boat capsizes in the gutter and they will bite back.

Eight vs. two, the difference in strength is huge. Even if Aros is ruthless and his personal ability is strong, there is absolutely no possibility of a comeback.

"Simpson, Pritt, Deckard, the three of you detour from the side to double-team that pair of dogs and men."

The three around him nodded, and the cat waist slowly detoured behind the two of Aros under the cover of the rock. Grosso looked at the two who had no idea on the opposite side, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his face covered with burn marks showed. A grim smile.

The two of Aros were suppressed by the intensive firepower under the bunker, not to mention that they didn't know his arrangement, even if they knew what to do, since they chose to follow that kid, there was only a dead end waiting for them.

At this moment, he seemed to see Aros fleeing like a dog under the double firepower net, and the scream of the yellow woman before she died. Of course, if she chooses to surrender, he doesn't mind accepting this pet dog. Yes, XING. slave with a collar around his neck, you must know that during this time in prison, he has played enough with men's ass, and it is time to change his taste.

However, fate is not only a BIAO, but also a competent Santa Claus, you will never guess what gift will be stuffed in the sock, it may be a delicious strawberry cake, or it may be a bloody human head.

"what……"

"No...no...uh!"

Just as Grosso was complacent, two dark shadows suddenly flashed across the diagonally opposite rock wall, and then, two shrill screams came, together with the piercing screams of Dika.

"What's wrong?"

"Simpson, Pritt?"

"Dika, what happened?"

Where the light was shining, Grosso's smile froze on his face, and the man who should have died came out from behind the rock, his right hand tightly clamped to Dick's neck.

Deckard's feet kept kicking and struggling on the ground, and he grabbed the man's wrist with both hands, trying to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he could only let out a rough "hoho".

"puff."

The dagger sank into his chest without any hindrance, and was quickly drawn out. The blade carried a puddle of blood that splattered everywhere, and it was as brilliant as fireworks.