Chapter 1009 "Zombie"

When was the last time he acted alone without his companions or even Pork Chop?

I can't remember.

This kind of loneliness of going deep into danger without anyone to rely on and seeing only oneself is stressful, but also exciting.

Feeling his heartbeat slightly accelerated, Gordon laughed, took off the filter mask and goggles, put on his helmet, and pulled down his armor.

Under the mysterious protection provided by the stone, the microorganisms in the miasma had lost their activity before entering his body.

Although the pungent stench in the air still made people frown, it would no longer have any substantial negative impact on his body.

Turning his eyes away from the blue meat burning with creepy phosphorescent fire on the roadside, Gordon continued to go deeper along the passage formed by the spine and ribs of the snake king dragon.

Finally, he came to the end of the passage.

A cliff covered with various hyphae and fungal carpets, which gave it a texture like a living thing, as if it could breathe and crawl, blocked him in front of him.

There was a crack on the cliff, and a lot of scarlet vines, like the flesh of a stripped organism, hung in front of the crack, blocking the way.

"It's a bit disgusting." Gordon frowned and muttered to himself.

He pulled out the peeling knife and fiddled with the muscle vines twice.

The texture of this thing is not as soft as real muscle, but more like plants, but it has elasticity and toughness that plants do not have, and the surface is covered with a layer of light red mucus.

It's like the tissue fluid oozing out of the muscle, with a slight smell of blood, making it difficult to determine whether it is a plant or something else.

If it were a scholar here, he would definitely start sampling excitedly. Such biological forms are unique and have a very high research value.

But Gordon was not interested in this. He waved the peeling knife to cut a few cuts, stretched his arms into it, and used force to push the flesh vines to both sides, and then squeezed in sideways.

It felt like being swallowed into the belly of a giant creature, twisting and moving forward in the narrow intestine.

Gordon had an inexplicable association in his mind.

He squeezed in the flesh and blood vines for eight or nine meters, and finally crossed the obstacle and came to the other side of the crack passage.

The moment he raised his head, Gordon felt that he must have come to the underworld.

The first thing that caught his eye was the pile of corpses.

This is not an exaggerated metaphor, but the corpses and bones of countless creatures of all sizes, which really piled up into small mountains.

The miasma around was "alive", they were tightly attached to the corpses that had not yet completely turned into bones, and they kept decomposing the rotten flesh.

It was like the wind blowing over the gravel, and there was a continuous "rustling" sound in my ears, but there was no wind around.

That was the movement of countless invisible microorganisms constantly gnawing and decomposing the corpses.

Looking up, there was a hazy bloody sky.

But reason told him that he was deep underground and it was impossible to see the sky.

Even though the miasma blurred his vision, how amazing is the scale of this underground cave?

No, now is not the time to enjoy the scenery.

Gordon took out the pocket watch given by Ansel and looked at it. It took more than ten minutes to pass through the skeleton passage and the "fence" made of flesh and blood vines. Considering the return journey, the time available for his own exploration is actually very limited and cannot be wasted.

He looked at the guide insects leading the way.

I don't know since when, these shiny little creatures have changed from bright yellow to star-like blue.

Perhaps it is the same reason that the guide insects will turn red when approaching monsters. This blue light may symbolize something, but he has no time to guess now.

Following the guidance of the guide insects, running between the mountains of corpses.

Suddenly, two paralysis thieves emerged from the corpses and blocked the hunter.

Their scales are not as bright as their companions living in the valley, but with a kind of decayed gray, and their eyes are covered with thick cataracts, as if they have long lost their vision.

This image reminded Gordon of the Fangyi dragons that were eroded by the miasma.

It stands to reason that the paralysis dragons have long evolved the ability to coexist with the miasma. Is it because the activity of the miasma here has reached a level that they cannot adapt to?

The two paralysis dragons screamed, and Gordon felt annoyed, "I don't have time to waste time with you!"

He took a big step forward, slashed down with his sword, smashed the head of a paralysis dragon, and immediately turned around to slash horizontally, cutting the other paralysis dragon in half.

The paralysis dragon that was cut in half seemed to feel no pain at all. It supported itself on its forelimbs and continued to pounce with its front half of its body with its internal organs leaking out.

This obviously abnormal state scared Gordon.

He quickly retreated half a step, raised his sword and slashed, splitting the "half" paralysis dragon vertically in half from the middle, and then completely killed it.

However, its corpse still seemed not completely dead, its broken jaws seemed to want to bite something, and the limbs on the corpse were constantly scratching the ground.

"What the hell?" Gordon cursed in a low voice.

Only then did he realize that there were far more "living things" around him than just one or two.

Like these two paralysis thieves, many monsters wrapped in miasma were lying on the ground, walking among the corpses.

They should be alive, after all, they can move.

But many of them should be dead, such as the Fang Pterosaur that only had half of its body left, but was still twitching and moving, and the skull that was farther away that was not recognizable for a moment, with only a few muscles left, but was still slowly opening and closing.

Faced with this weird scene, even Gordon, who was brave, couldn't help but feel goosebumps all over his body.

He looked down at the glimmering stone on his chest.

If it weren't for the protection provided by this thing, he might have been corrupted into a similar appearance, right?

Thinking of this, Gordon didn't dare to stay where he was. He didn't have time to clean the blood stains on the blade. He put away the big sword and continued to move forward, fearing that he would attract the attention of this group of "zombies".

Kicking away the skeletons that blocked the way, the hunter quickened his pace.

The ground under his feet was sticky and slippery. It was mud soaked in rotten blood, and it would make a strange "puff puff" sound when stepped on.

At this time, Gordon no longer had the excitement of exploring the unknown.

He just wanted to confirm the body of the Flame King Dragon as soon as possible, and then leave this damn place!

Suddenly, the guide insects that formed a conspicuous light path suddenly flew apart, and they landed on an extremely large corpse, and Gordon stopped.

It was a dark red corpse, and just looking at it, it seemed as if you could feel a burning breath.

The corpse was not complete, its abdomen was empty, revealing dark yellow ribs.

The limbs and head were relatively intact, but the originally strong muscles disappeared, the limbs were shriveled as if they had completely lost water, and only bones were left under the tough skin.

Gordon quickly came to the back of the corpse.

The tip of the tail was indeed missing, and the fracture of the bone was basically consistent with the broken tail they found before.

Such a huge corpse is basically impossible to be dragged, otherwise it will leave very obvious traces.

So it seems that this is the burial place of this Flame King Dragon, so who killed it? Who took the tail away?

A figure flashed through Gordon's mind.

——The Tragic Claw Dragon wandering around with a piece of rotten meat in its mouth.

This is just an unfounded guess, but considering the bite marks on the broken tail, it is possible that a scorpion or a scorpion came in, bit off the body, and took the tail away.

The scorpion or scorpion that took the tail away may be a scorpion, but who killed it?

With this final question in mind, Gordon continued to examine the body carefully.

Finally, he found a huge claw mark on the head of the corpse.

The claw mark was so deep that it directly tore the mane and scales that the Flame King Dragon was proud of, leaving four deep marks on its skull.

At the same time, there were some fine cracks that spread along the claw mark.

"My goodness, this claw directly cracked the skull of the Flame King Dragon?!"