Alien Relic Hunter

Chapter 35 The Prophet's Messenger

"Remember, no one is allowed to enter the priest's room until noon tomorrow." Ke Lan said with a dignified expression.

Anyway, the deterrent effect of the name "Prophet" is strong enough, and it is unnecessary to use it in vain.

"Yes, yes." The two men in black said submissively.

"My people and I are going to rest here for a night, you... Forget it, it's all right, you all go out first." Ke Lan originally wanted to ask the man in black to get some food, but he thought of those gray potatoes. , radiation meat, etc., I lost my appetite immediately, I am afraid that the cans in those sacks are the top food in this settlement.

When Ke Lan returned to the front hall, the hound came up nervously and pouted towards the interior.

Not only did the man in black hear the sound of the meat worm, but they also heard it. Fortunately, they were still calm and did not conflict with the man in black.

"Cough cough... The priest's body is a little uncomfortable, and he is already resting."

The essence of human beings is indeed a repeater.

The people in black have already started to pack up and prepare to leave. As for where they are going to spend the night, whether they will freeze to death, this is not what Ke Lan and the others need to care about.

But at this moment, an uninvited guest suddenly opened the door curtain - he was wearing the same black robe of the men in black, and was wrapped in a felt covered with ice balls, his chest heaved violently, panting. The hot air that came out gathered a small piece of rising white mist in front of him.

This man's boots were covered with lumps of mud, and his pants were covered with mud spots, and he looked like he was in a mess. It was obvious that he had come here after a long journey.

"You are also a servant of the true God?" Seeing the other party's clothes, the man in black fell into confusion, "... Praise the brilliance of the true God and praise the greatness of the true God?"

"'Wish to fight for the true God'... I am the prophet's messenger, and I have brought 'forgiveness' to your high priest, let me in quickly." The visitor said impatiently.

Messenger of the Prophet?Bringing "Forgiveness"?
Except for him, several people present were stunned. The man in black looked at Ke Lan and then at the "Messenger", his small eyes were full of big question marks...

"The first strike is the strongest!" Ke Lan suddenly attacked, kicking a man in black with one kick, and then slamming the other's face with the butt of his gun!

The response of the others was not slow. When Ke Lan shouted the word "hand" for "strike", the hound had already knocked down two with an elbow, and Ivan had cut it open with a sharp scalpel. A person's carotid artery, hot blood suddenly shot everywhere.

These men in black did not receive professional combat training, and they were unprepared. They were all killed by the hunters in a few rounds, leaving only the "prophet messenger" standing alone in the front hall. central.

"...Who are you?" the messenger asked. He took two steps back, but Leighton's tall body had already blocked the door and blocked his retreat.

"It's your uncle!"

The hound spat on the ground, wiped the blood on his face, glanced at Ivan a little unhappily, and complained: "I said, doctor, can you stop cutting the aorta in future fights, this blood sprayed directly on my face , sticky and fishy is really uncomfortable."

"If you stab the heart, the blade will break when it hits the ribs." Ivan squatted on the ground and wiped the blood from the blade with a blanket.

"You...are you heretics?"

"Is it different from your hammer end!" Just when the hound was about to make a move, the messenger suddenly took out a short horn knife from his arms and stabbed it hard into his chest!

"...?" Leighton tilted his head in confusion.

Hound: "...Is this...complete despair?"

The blade of the short knife is about ten centimeters long, and almost all of it sunk into the left chest. If it weren't for the magic tool with a retractable blade, the heart should have been stabbed in the opposite direction.

This kind of injury, if you hurry to the emergency room now, and then replace it with an artificial heart, it may be saved, but in this ghost place, let alone a heart replacement, even a minor operation to cut the appendix is ​​not that kind. condition.

This suicide "messenger" can be said to be a dead person.

"..." He held the handle of the knife with both hands, knelt down with a thud, and said something in a vague and hoarse voice.

No one understood what he said, except Ke Lan.

This is the language of the Alpha Civilization...

The main idea is: "I would like to dedicate my body as a breeding ground, and let the seeds of erosion revive and sprout."

Seed of erosion?

If you dedicate your body as a breeding ground... Could it be that there is something parasitic in this guy's body?
Thinking of this, Ke Lan immediately warned: "Everyone be careful, stay away from him!"

"What's the matter? Does this guy have a big move?" The Hound aimed the gun in his hand at the "Messenger".

In their opinion, the words said by the "Messenger" should be just a curse before death... As for such a curse, as an atheist who believes in science, he is not afraid of it at all. Their "true god" is not necessarily an opponent of the hound.

"...What is this?!" Ivan, who was standing right in front of the messenger, suddenly exclaimed.

I saw more than a dozen tentacles of different thicknesses drilled out from the messenger's mouth, nostrils and eye sockets, and even two eyeballs were squeezed out and fell to the ground.

These tentacles are tough and powerful, with dense suction cups growing on the surface. They are wrapped around the head of the messenger, easily shattering the hardest skull on the human body, and the entire skull is completely deformed...

The messenger's body is like a container used to keep the monster. Now that the monster has grown up, the human body can no longer accommodate its body - not only the head, but more tentacles from under the skin of the "container" Drilling out, they danced wildly, tearing the cage that was originally used to shackle them into pieces.

The "Messenger" disappeared, leaving only an indescribable monster composed of a group of tentacles.

Of course, there may be more than one.

"I've never seen this thing..." Ivan said, resisting fear and nausea, "I've read the 950th revised edition of the Alpha Planet Indigenous Creatures Manual no less than ten times, and there is no record of this kind of thing on it. , not even a similar species."

"This tentacle... It's a bit like an octopus on the earth, but the octopus still has a head... This thing seems to have nothing but tentacles." The hound has retreated to the wall, and the safety of the rifle has been opened. The trigger can fire.

"Gu...gululu...uh...gulu..." The strange voice came from inside the tentacles. It sounded as if a person was talking with a large mouthful of water, and even the pronunciation was extremely vague.

But Ke Lan understood again!

It's saying... "Not enough! Not enough!"

　The prototype of the monster comes from the GBL believers in DNF who were polluted by Rotes... In my impression, if these little monsters are not killed in time, they will commit suicide with a dagger and turn into a big octopus... I forgot which version and which picture weird...

　　A bunch of tentacles is the kind of monster that a group of small octopuses hold together.It seems to be called a body-shaped octopus monster?

　　In short, at that time, I felt that this setting was quite unsanitary, and then I used it for reference.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)