"No!"
Seeing that everyone's morale became depressed, Mendoza interrupted Ella's fantasy sternly.
"We must keep moving forward, and it is our responsibility to bring these ammunition and supplies to the warriors who need them, and we all know the risks when we set out."
"But he saved us all the way. Can't even give him the most basic burial?"
"The best funeral to give the Warriors is victory!"
Mendoza said in a steely voice:
"Our road is only through these mountains, and we will fight here and take revenge here until the red-robed slave owners are completely eliminated, otherwise our descendants will become playthings in their laboratories until they are bored and thrown into the incinerator, which is the tragic fate of countless generations of our ancestors!"
Through inspiring words and steely will, Mendoza once again united everyone, Ella stopped crying, and she became the strong girls again.
After a brief rest, until the sun sets completely, Mendoza is sure that they can set off again, and the night will give them some cover, and the genetic gift given to them by the Emperor of Stars allows them to see things clearly in the dark.
"We continue to walk. Although we have lost the map guidance, I have heard the distant singing of the pure blood angels. In this direction, I should be able to find my compatriots."
With a bag on his back, the team of seven began to crawl carefully among the piles of rocks. Each of them was wearing a gray cloak, which could blend them with the tones of the slag mountains.
After more than ten minutes of hard marching, Mendoza's singing became closer and closer. This was a low moan that only believers in the Order could hear. From pure blood species, they were like a lighthouse to guide the scattered new blood to various strongholds.
Then just as Mendoza grabbed a rock, he suddenly felt someone hit him.
"Mechanical flying insect!"
It was Ella, and Mendoza could see naked fear in her eyes, that was despair.
He raised his head and saw three dark things appearing above. Judging from the outline, they should be greedy vulture-type aircraft, which is the enemy that the new blood fears the most.
At that moment, his heart seemed to be held.
Then, the lights illuminated their location, and followed by the buzzing of the urging soldiers.
With a sharp sound, the aircraft's automatic cannons began to fire, and dense bullets were flying towards them. In an instant, two teammates were hit, and the bloody corpses rolled down the mountain.
Then three aircraft flew towards them, and the missiles beside them were ready to be launched.
"Run! Go to the hole in front and run!"
Mendoza grabbed Ella's hand and ran forward. His target was a hole in front. Although there should be no fellow sects there, he could at least hide.
Just as he and Ella were about to jump in, the roar of the missile explosion hit his head. He heard Ella's scream, and then the ground began to tilt violently, feeling that it gave way to the momentary weightlessness...
The next second was a darkness, a sense of empty fall, and the roar of mountains hit his ears - and then silence.
"Well..."
I don't know how long it took, but when he woke up, he found himself in a hole.
Mendoza groaned, rolling over carefully, with a deep wound on his forehead and a crusty dry blood on his face.
Despite this, he suffered only a few cuts and bruises in his body, and had no fractures.
Mendoza sat up with a grimace and stared at the shadows, a narrow space composed of rough rocks, with two forks ahead, both ends of which were winding into the mountain.
He looked up again and found a jagged crack on the top, and the missile caused a landslide, covering the hole, but also blocking the possible hunter.
"Kather..."
Just then, a moan came from behind him, and Mendoza was startled and saw Ella lying in the pile of rocks, her legs bent backwards, her right eye sockets were bloody, and a broken bone on her forearm.
Mendoza quickly knelt beside her. The girl breathed rapidly and the pulse of her throat was beating weakly. Even the blessing of Emperor Star was of no use for such a serious injury.
"Ira! Can you hear me? I'll get you out, I promise, I'll come and ask for help, you just have to hold on."
But Ella was just in a coma and occasionally muttered to herself. Mendoza flipped her backpack, took out a precious kettle, and dripped precious liquid into the other person's mouth.
"I'll go find someone to help."
He didn't even know if the other party could hear him.
"There may be another way out in these tunnels, and it is definitely not far from the nearest stronghold."
After standing up, Mendoza suddenly noticed the traces of man-made excavation in the cave, some places also lost tools, and secret sect symbols on the rocks...
Obviously, this should be a stronghold in China Unicom, which immediately made him feel excited. If he found the person, Ella would be saved!
But before he could take action, a scratch from metal and stone made him alert, as if something was crawling close to him, and he was muttering to himself in some weird tone.
"Um?"
Mendoza looked towards the tunnel to the left of the cave, and it seemed that something was moving in the shadow, but even his superhuman vision could only see a trace of pale skin and scarlet eyes, or light reflected by sharp teeth or claws.
But what made him retreat the most was the smell, an ominous stench mixed with the rotten smell of dead meat and dry blood, which should be called the corpse stinking...
It is also difficult for pure blood to emit this odor, and in fact they don't like to mix with corpses...
The alert Mendoza immediately slid behind some large rocks that fell from the mountain road and looked carefully at the open ground of the cave.
The shadow then grew longer and the creatures slowly crawled into the column of light.
They have obvious human shapes, but they are walking on all fours, wearing only moldy rags, their skin is as pale as tubers dug out from the ground, with a hint of lavender, and bone fragments pierced on the flesh, giving people the feeling of a corpse that has been rotten for a long time, while their hands are more like claws—more than pure blood angels.
Moreover, their faces are very distorted, and their mouths cannot be closed because of madness. However, Mendoza always feels a little wrong...
Their faces are not like living creatures at all, they are too stiff.
At this time the stench of the rotten meat was too strong, and Mendoza was almost vomiting. When the creatures crawled into the cave, he suppressed his nausea.
But suddenly he realized that he had forgotten Ella!
Now their attention has been attracted by Ella's weak screams.
Chapter completed!