Quenched long order

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Saul looked at Kerry who had turned into a monster, at the debt collector who was being hunted down, and then took another look at the blood-stained gold. A bitter taste gushed out from the bottom of his heart and filled his mouth.

"Kerry!" Garland yelled loudly.

Hearing this cry, Kerry's body seemed to pause for a moment. Then, he continued to kill. Rather than calling it killing, it was more like eating. The debt collector in panic, facing the monster-like Kerry, had no ability to resist at all, and he couldn't even stand up and run away.

Is he still Kerry?Yes or no?
Shaoer felt a dull pain in his heart. He didn't feel this way when he saw Sean in the mine, and he didn't feel this way when he witnessed Andrew's face mutated. He didn't feel the pain now because he knew that those people had little connection with him and had nothing to do with him.

However, Kerry, even counting from the time he came to this world, the days he lived together these days, the relationship between Kerry and him is only second to Garland, and he can be regarded as a friend.

Listening to Kerry talking about his dreams and some interesting stories about the island, every time he returns home from the mine or the trading market, he can see this innocent young man working hard to live on Stewart Island. Even though he has suffered misfortune in the first half of his life, his eyes are still bright.

Now, the lights went out.

"Run, Kerry, run!" Garland stared at Kerry, even though Kerry was in the direction of the rising sun. When he shouted, Garland waved his hands, as if to attract Kerry's attention, "Don't worry about those guys, run, run to the mine, run to the sea, wherever you want, don't... don't be seen by those people." After speaking, his voice was a little choked.

Sauer has never seen Garland lose his composure like this. In his impression, Garland has always remained calm, thoughtful, and bold.

those people……

Saul noticed the words Garland used. He looked around and found that he could indeed see some figures. Obviously, these people were attracted by the screams of debt collectors.

The area where the miners live is not too crowded, but they are not too far away from each other. It’s just that they haven’t been planned like the residential areas in the trading market. In addition, the miners don’t need to work now. Even if some of them choose to sleep late, some miners will still be attracted by the calls.

What happens to already polluted miners?
Saul didn't see it with his own eyes, but from Garland's words, the result is self-evident.

While shouting, Kerry devoured the head of the last debt collector. Then, he turned his head, but he did not look in the direction of the gold, but in the direction of Saul and Garland.

A sense of danger rose from the bottom of his heart. Sauer slowly bent his knees, and his ability to sense the air was released naturally. He has now entered a fighting state.

Facing Kerry's gaze, Garland couldn't help but take a step back.

In the next second, Kerry rushed over to his once most trusted friend, and his once pure eyes had been replaced by cruelty.

Kerry is no longer the original Kerry.

Saul took a few steps back, quickly returned to his wooden house, took the sharp pick in his hand, and then yelled at Garland: "Get out of the way!"

His tone was beyond doubt.

Garland didn't move, as if he was waiting for death to come, or praying for a miracle.

Sauer grabbed Garland with his left hand and dragged him aside.

"Be sober!" Saul yelled, "Kerry is dead, terribly dead, he can't come back to life, we have to get out of here immediately!"

However, the scene in front of him still made it difficult for Garland to accept.

Kerry quickly approached. His deformed face became even more weird and terrifying at this moment. Coupled with the messy blood on his face, Kerry's original appearance could not be seen at all. Maybe even Kerry himself could no longer recognize himself.

Sauer firmly grasped the pick with his right hand. As long as Kerry rushed up, he would smash the pick. Kerry could not save him, and Garland could not be contaminated again.

"Kerry!" A shout suddenly appeared not far away, coming from the direction of the path.

This is Regis' voice.

Kerry stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

Saul and Garland also looked in the direction of the sound. On the path leading to the trading market, Regis was staring blankly at the direction of the wooden house. His eyes passed through the blood and corpses, and finally fell on Kerry's weird and terrifying face. He held a bag of bread in his hand. However, after seeing Kerry's appearance, he let go of the hand holding the bread, allowing the bag of bread to fall to the ground.

"Where have you been?" Garland yelled at Regis, "Where have you been these two days?"

Perhaps because of the roar, Kerry's expression turned from dull to cruel. He turned his head to look at the two closest people, and rushed forward.

The kinship that depended on each other has disappeared in just a few tens of seconds, and the polluted miners are no longer their original companions.

Saul has always used his air perception ability to stare at Kerry. As Kerry rushed forward, he also reacted instantly, and swung the sharp pick in his hand ahead of time, hitting Kerry's almost cracked head hard. At this moment, he felt that the pick also hit his heart.

pain.

Heartbreaking pain.

Kerry lay on the ground, his body shaking constantly, however, amidst the shaking, his hands tried to get up again.

The attack just now couldn't completely kill Kerry, and it couldn't even prevent Kerry from continuing to do evil. The only effect was to delay Kerry's attack rhythm for a short period of time.

"No, don't..." Regis rushed over, his voice full of pleading, "...I will take him away, don't kill him, Saul, please...I know you look down on me, but for Kerry's sake, okay? I will take him away and hide away, and never come back..."

Perhaps because of being too nervous, Regis fell to the ground while running and ate a mouthful of mud.

His prayer failed to make Saul put down the sharp pickaxe in his hand, because Kerry did not stop either.

After Kerry got up from the ground, he pounced on him again, with his mouth occupying most of his face, he rushed towards Saul, as if intending to devour his friend in one go.

Saul dodged sideways, then, holding the pickaxe tightly with both hands, he smashed down hard again, this time, with stronger and more decisive force.

Some people are destined to leave.

A scorching feeling rose from the bottom of his heart and burned all over his body in an instant. His soul began to burn, and there seemed to be a deafening roar in his ears.

Before Kerry got up, he raised his hands again, and then slammed hard on Kerry's deformed head, again and again, every time, pieces of unknown tissue came out accompanied by blood.

Kerry's whole body was shaking like chaff, not knowing whether it was pain or struggling.

The scene in front of me was like purgatory.

Garland stared blankly, as if he had been petrified, and he hadn't recovered from the great change.

Air perception sensed Regis' approach, Saul stopped his movements, and took two precise steps back, just in time to avoid Regis's lunge.

Regis fell to the ground and hit the wall of the wooden house, and let out a scream from his mouth. The pain made him dizzy and unable to stand up for a while.

Saul ignored Regis and raised his pick again.

"Saul..." A slight and dull voice sounded, this voice did not come from Garland, nor from Regis, but from Kerry.

Sauer's eyes were full of differences. He held up the pickaxe, but he didn't swing it down. Kerry's head was like a shattered watermelon, and his brains were all over the ground.

"Kerry!" Regis jumped up when he heard the voice, "Kerry, are you still alive? Hold on, I will take you away, we leave here, it's okay, I don't care if you are polluted, I don't care what you look like, I said, I will protect you."

Garland seemed to have come to his senses, a smile appeared on his sad face.

"Thank you... thank you..." A murmur like a breeze entered the ears of the three of them.

Saul, thank you.

That's exactly what Kerry wanted to say.

Even at the moment when his sanity was almost completely swallowed by pollution, what he thought in his heart was still the family members who used to live together, and their safety.

"I'm sorry." Saul said softly, his eyes were still calm, but no matter how calm he was, he couldn't hide his slightly red eyes. If he could, he didn't want to do it. In other words, he didn't think about the current situation until Kerry turned his head and rushed towards him and Garland.

Apologizing was the only thing he could do.

"What are you doing! He's still alive! Didn't you hear that!" Seeing that Saul had no intention of stopping, Regis rushed up while shouting, but as soon as he approached, he was kicked away by Saul, who didn't hold back any strength.Regis clutched his stomach and rolled on the ground, screaming and cursing until Kerry's flesh splattered on his face.

Regis froze in place, looking at Kerry's motionless corpse in amazement, and Saul, who was waving a pickaxe to ensure Kerry was completely dead.

As if realizing something, Regis knelt on the ground and tremblingly said with a crying voice: "Please... please, please, spare... please spare Kerry, I am willing to do anything... Saul..." Speaking of this, he choked up, "... Saul... Lord..." After finishing speaking, his head hit the ground heavily, making a thud, boom, boom, boom, once, again.

Mr Saul?

Saul stopped what he was doing. For some reason, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

"Sauer, it's okay, Kerry won't move anymore..." Garland's voice came from the side. He was leaning against the pillar and was about to stand firm, but as soon as he stepped out of his right foot, he felt that all the strength in his body was drained.

Saul looked around, beside the wooden house, there was a mess everywhere, full of devastation.

Not far away, there was the sound of neat running. He turned his head and saw guards in light helmets coming from the direction of the path.

　This chapter is 3K words, I can't stand it anymore, I will add more

　　
　
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