Arthur didn't have time to take care of Sheldo, so he turned around and ran towards the next safe passage. Sheldo had already fallen into a crazy state, and if he continued to take care of him, he would be devoured by the Rat King who was following him. When Arthur passed the warehouse
After confirming that there was still a bright fire in the crack of the warehouse door, he sped away. The roaring voice of Sheldo behind him was drowned by the rat tide. At this moment, Arthur also entered the next bunker where the floor had not collapsed, and quickly looked around in the darkness to find the wall.
After trying the torch on the metal frame to no avail, Arthur groped the wall with his right hand and continued to trot forward.
I don't have any flint, so I can't light the torch. It's useless to hold a stick with coals. I haven't seen any fire guns around. Otherwise, I can pull out the sheath of fire in the barrel to make it violent.
After the impact, the fire sheath exploded and produced sparks. His hand suddenly waved away, and Arthur found the next passage in the darkness, but now was not the time to move on. There seemed to be no mice in this bunker, so he had to keep searching now.
Inside the transformed mobile prison is the bunker with a corpse pile between the walls.
Arthur continued to explore the dark bunkers room after room, and changed directions when he heard the sound of mice. Except for being bitten on the calf by two mice while chasing him, Arthur was still unharmed. But... in front of Arthur's eyes
As soon as it got dark, his knees were weak and he fell to the ground. Even his breathing felt hot and dry. I heard that a normal person's physiological limit is to go without drinking water for three days, and wizards are not immune to this. Arthur has nothing but the bottle to help detoxify these days.
The potion was in liquid form and he had never drank anything else. Coupled with the psychological pressure caused by the darkness, Arthur could no longer support himself physically or mentally.
Is there anything I can eat? Arthur lowered his head for five minutes before waking up from the dizziness. He reached out and pulled out a red-eyed mouse that was trying to get into his trouser leg. Feeling the mouse struggling in his hands, Arthur subconsciously
Looking in the direction of the mouse's abdomen, although the specific appearance of the mouse was unknown in the darkness, from the touch of the fingertips, this mouse must taste better than those smelly raw meats.
No...these rats carry the plague. If I eat them, there may be some problems, and...What Mozkov wants to see is the most primitive animal nature, fighting irrationally like a beast, irrationally
Fighting, irrational eating. What is the difference between humans and animals? Arthur thinks it is wisdom and reason. Arthur can accept that he chooses some last resort means to survive, but Arthur cannot accept being changed under the control and arrangement of others.
Become a bloodthirsty beast.
Arthur smashed the mouse to death on the wall, patted his face, and encouraged himself. He couldn't fall here. Saparo, who was an old acquaintance of his family, and Jace, who was a good friend of his, also
With Nighthawk missing, these three people still need to lead them out of this damn underground fortress. If they fall here like this, they will be unable to protect anything.
Returning to the search state, Arthur decided to find the crack in the wall with the pile of corpses in the shortest possible time. According to Nighthawk's statement and speculation, as soon as he and Saparo entered the crack in the wall, they were surrounded by soldiers.
With excellent combat strength, one man and one wolf managed to escape from the surrounding soldiers, but then Wozkama quickly changed the positions of all the rooms, which showed that the gap in the wall was the core of the entire bunker.
I wonder if Mozkov has any secrets that have not been discovered.
Arthur listened carefully to the movements of rats. Are these rats arranged by them or do they exist? Is it another disaster or a means to force us into a desperate situation?
...
"Such a strong smell of corpses... I should have known that besides the corpses there were rats here." Arthur pinched his nose and stood outside the gap in the wall. The torch here was one of the few that was not extinguished by the moving bunker.
Unfortunately, Arthur could not remove the burning torch from the crack. If he used his strength, Arthur suspected that he would only get a piece of burning coal.
Arthur looked at the surrounding environment. Except for the strange noises made by a large number of rats on the other side of the crack in the wall, it was still safe here. When he found this place, he had already passed five bunkers from Jace and Sapalo's warehouse.
Arthur, who had some free time before entering the crack in the wall, used the firelight to check his condition. Being half-clothed was the norm for the kidnapped criminals. The difference was that Arthur's legs had many rat bite marks, but he finally recovered a little.
His elemental power was also consumed by the plague virus. Arthur's body was all black, and only scabs were left from his large and small lacerations. He was in pretty good condition. If he was one-on-one with Wozkama, he would have a chance of winning.
of.
It would be nice if I could find a place to go out and have something to eat at the same time.
Arthur squeezed sideways into the gap in the wall. On the brick corridor leading to a deep pit were scattered the mutilated corpses of many soldiers. This must have been done by Nighthawk and Saparo. There were crawling on the corpses.
There were many rats looking for food, and they were in a mess within the range that Arthur could see with his naked eyes.
"These mice are really not picky about their food." The smell of corpses made Arthur feel nauseated, but with an empty stomach, he just retched. With a faint ray of firelight, Arthur tiptoed around the eating mice.
The deep pit in front of him has become a paradise for red-eyed rats. Hundreds of rats are constantly tearing at the corpses in the pit. Arthur stretches out his little finger to aim at the pit, and shoots the electric gun with the electric light to pierce the darkness. This makes Arthur
He saw several mice with human eyes on their backs that were blinking continuously, and one of them even had a human mouth under the red eyes. Goosebumps instantly spread all over his body. Arthur took several steps back, and his heart kept beating at a high speed.
Have rats mutated like this? Can they still be considered living creatures?
There was a sound of a mouse at his feet. Arthur quickly picked the mouse away with his toes, turned around and ran towards the light outside the gap in the wall. He didn't want to stay here for a moment. The mouse kicked away by Arthur didn't seem to want Arthur to be like this.
After leaving, after being kicked away by Arthur, its abdomen opened with a big mouth, and it stood up looking a little more terrifying. The surrounding rats stopped eating together, and stood upright and rushed toward the corpse on the ground.
The accident caused Arthur to roll and crawl to the crack in the wall. Just as he was about to sneak out sideways, a big hand grabbed Arthur's hair and pulled him to the ground. Arthur immediately held back his hands and kicked up with his feet.
Normally, an ordinary person's chin is exactly where Arthur kicks, but the opponent is obviously not an ordinary person...
After a 'headless' corpse knocked Arthur down, he grabbed Arthur's hair again and tried to pull him into the pile of corpses. Arthur's handstand kick was completely missed because the opponent had no chin at all! Arthur
Taking a closer look, there are five or six rats with tails connected to the head of the man's body. They can actually control the dead body? From Arthur's knowledge, the only thing that can be connected with it is the relic of God.
The impact, and... and the impact of Isis.
Arthur could see many red-eyed mice running towards him with the help of firelight. Can only witchcraft save him? Originally, he wanted to leave the Seventh Scale to the mastermind behind the mobile prison, but now he can only save himself first, but Arthur ignored it.
The hair of the headless male corpse was grabbed, and his left and right hands were claw-like, aiming at the rushing rats. The thunderstorm from the seventh tone overturned a group of red-eyed rats. At the same time, the stone wall opposite the pit was also shaken by the sonic explosion, but such a subtle movement
Arthur didn't pay attention at all. The bitten legs of the headless man's corpse were shattered by the sonic blast and fell onto Arthur. The disgusting smell of blood stimulated Arthur's tired body. Arthur pushed hard and fell to him.
The corpses and rats on the body turned over and jumped continuously to the other side of the gap in the wall, where there was light and safety.
Several big hands grabbed Arthur's limp legs one after another. Arthur threw himself to the ground heavily, and his nose was bleeding. Arthur turned around and saw that the body that had been eaten by rats was now crawling on the ground ferociously.
The mutilated arm grabbed Arthur's leg, and Arthur screamed and kicked the body of the corpse. Two or three rats emerged from the corpse's swollen chest, but soon more rats got into the body and manipulated it.
Corpse.
Arthur screamed and pulled the ground in an attempt to escape. In his panic, his fingernails scratched a few bloody marks on the ground. The strength of the many corpses was greater than that of Arthur. Arthur was helplessly dragged towards the pit where the rats squeaked. He had no strength.
Are...are you going to die here? Arthur endured the pain of being bitten. Countless rats came from the darkness behind him, trying to get into Arthur's body. Arthur jumped forward again to no avail.
, two mice bit Arthur's ears and side of his face...
A familiar voice came from the crack in the wall: "Arthur? Arthur! Grab my hand!"
A big black hand with blue and white fur appeared in front of Arthur's unconscious eyes. Arthur stretched out his hand that was bitten by rats, and held the furry palm tightly. A huge force dragged Arthur away from the dense group of rats.
The nighthawk's wolf tail blocked several rats that were rushing towards Arthur, and it re-entered the gap in the wall toward the light. A large piece of skin was scraped off Arthur's legs by the corpse controlled by the rats, and Arthur's ears were also bitten through.
But the sudden appearance of Nighthawk saves Arthur from dying.
"Arthur! Arthur, are you okay?" Nighthawk used his wolf tail to drive away the mice trying to rush out from the cracks in the wall, while waking up Arthur, whose eyes were spinning with nothingness.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Arthur's face was sickly red, and blood kept oozing from his mouth. He frantically tried to break away from Nighthawk's arms, but Nighthawk had to stretch out his index finger and claws to cut Arthur open.
On his legs, streams of black blood flowed from Arthur's legs. Viruses, plague, and even Arthur couldn't completely stay in a safe place.
The best thing to do now is to leave this bunker as soon as possible.