War Paradise

The night was shrouded in the barren desert, and the severe cold of one hundredth of a degree made this area completely dead.

Whether it is scavengers from criminal tribes or scientists who conduct experiments in the field, they hide in their bases at night, and have no intention of going out.

Even the players, few people will come out to die in the middle of the night, except for some guys who plan to carry out sneak attacks at night, there will be no creatures in the Martian wilderness at night.

But... under certain abnormal conditions, people will still come and go.

"Ah ah ah, really cold ......"

A purple figure wandered alone in the desert, clasping his arms through the empty clearing, his body trembling constantly.

At this time, Carol suspected that he might trigger the sudden death system at any time and was directly kicked out of the game.

After being taken away by the "countercurrent", Carol searched for a long time in Namira's temple before finally finding a portable oxygen supply device. After leaving the cave, he found that his jeep was out of gas. .

Although she could return to the temple to spend the night, she found that the oxygen supply equipment was running out of time. And the temple that had held countless cannibalism rituals was really not suitable for rest.

Therefore, she chose to venture out of the temple at night and move to the hiding place controlled by her under the terrifying cold.

She knew that the tribe she had conquered should have night-time warmers, but because the "Fat Tiger" was too fat, let alone picking her up, he couldn't even get out of the cave door. As for her teammates...

"Could you come to pick me up and bring the spacesuit." Carol turned on the radio, and when he spoke, his teeth trembled and squeaked: "I'm freezing to death..."

"Didn't we say to split up? Why are you begging me now?" An impatient male voice rang, and before Carol continued to speak, he cut off the call mercilessly.

——This **** bastard...

Carol cursed the opponent countless times in his heart, but there was no other way but to continue to endure the cold and walk towards the tribal territory he had conquered.

I have to say that the "Fat Tiger", who was completely shocked by her combat power, was very loyal, and once again used radio to communicate with Carol, with a little worry in his voice:

"Are you okay?"

"What a shit, I'm almost freezing to death." Carol barked his teeth, "Why are you so fat?"

"That, I'm really sorry, it may be a genetic problem..." Fat Tiger sighed, and then immediately added: "I'm preparing roast pig and rat meat, you can eat it as soon as you come back!"

"I said that I wouldn't eat that thing." Carol's mood worsened. He was about to complain a few more words, but saw a thick black shadow on the sand in front of him.

Carol, who hadn't seen a living person after walking for a long time, thought he had hallucinations for a while, lying on the cold sand, staring at the "human figure" in front of him vigilantly.

The guy's body was exceptionally dark, leaving a pitch-black silhouette, looking like a huge muscular man.

Judging from the outline of the body, the man should not be wearing power armor. Strangely, several bright red light spots lit up on his body, concentrated on the shoulders and arms.

--What it is?

Although it was the first time that he came to this map, Carol knew very well that it was not normal for this kind of monster to appear on the night of Mars.

She turned off the speaker of the protective suit and mask, quietly lowered her voice, and asked the "Fat Tiger" who remained in the cave:

"Will anyone stand in the desert at night?"

"No, it will freeze to death like that." Fat Tiger immediately replied: "Our energy is limited. In order to save resources, no one will go out at night, not even scientists."

"I saw a very strong man with a few red spots on his body. I can't see clearly from this side..." Carol described the other person's appearance. He was about to continue to inquire, but he heard Fat Tiger's voice and began to rush. stand up:

"Have you really encountered that monster?"

"What's wrong, he is dangerous?" Realizing that the situation is not good, Carol immediately put on a solemn expression on his face that was so cold.

The sturdy black figure still stood motionless on the sand, making one wonder if he was frozen, or was originally a sculpture. Although Carol wanted to take a closer look at the other party’s appearance, Fat Tiger’s reminder made her know the fact that the other party is very dangerous:

"You must never get close to him, it is best to bypass him and leave there. The speed must be fast!" Fat Tiger's speech was very fast, as if he was panicked.

Hearing this, Carol finally couldn't help but ask: "What is that monster, why are you so scared?"

"Boss, the residents of Mars don't go out at night, it's not just because it's too cold..." Fat Tiger's voice trembled slightly: "You should come back quickly. I will tell you when you come back."

"I know." Carol said, standing up, relying on his limbs that were almost frozen, and walked towards the cave.

She also knew very well that it was not the time to listen to the story, but to suppress her curiosity forcibly, cross the icy desert, and move on with the help of the faint starlight.

Then... the "monster" started to move.

The opponent didn't seem to notice Carol, but rushed in the opposite direction of Carol. The way that guy moved his hands and feet together was obviously not a human movement. The sound he made was even more frightening:

"Squeak..."

The voice of the other party was similar to that of a pig and mouse, but it was much sharper, and it was clearly heard by Carol not far away.

——Is that thing pig and rat? No, although the pig and rat should be fierce if released, the monster is obviously much larger than the pig and the body is stronger.

Could it be a mutant creature that appeared on Mars?

Thinking of this possibility, Carol also accelerated again. She knew very well that with her current state, the odds of winning against mutant creatures were zero, and there was no chance at all!

The sharp noise made by the monster continued, and Carol rushed forward with a rolling crawl, the previous posture of ease has long disappeared.

She has never been the kind of player who pays attention to her own image. Now, in order to save her own life, she can't take care of that much. She just continues to run without image and leave the dangerous area where the monster is.

"I can't... die here."

The expression on Carol's face was particularly hideous, as if he had been beaten with blood, running wild on the sand.