A mercenary shouted in horror, his face full of horror, and he subconsciously raised the weapon in his hand.
"Idiot, don't shoot!"
Because the fog was too thick, only the teammates nearby saw the mercenary's actions, and their faces turned pale with fear.
He quickly spoke to stop him, fearing that he would accidentally shoot his companions and the sound of gunshots would attract the attention of these headless corpses.
Unfortunately, his actions were a step too slow. As soon as the words came out, his companion had already pulled the trigger.
The dull gunfire sounded, which was particularly harsh in this strange illusion, and made everyone's hearts tremble violently.
"It's over!"
For some unknown reason, everyone had this idea at the same time and raised their weapons at the same time.
Now that the shots have been fired, it means that things will never turn around again. The only thing they can do now is to fight with their companions.
Get out of trouble and talk about other things.
The only thing the mercenaries relied on was the firearms in their hands. The previous scene of randomly shooting away the monks in short coats gave them some confidence.
However, the next scene surprised them.
The headless corpses were not afraid of bullets, they all turned around and walked towards them in a row.
It can be seen with the naked eye that when the bullet hits the headless corpse, it makes a tooth-sharp "pop" sound like it hits rotten flesh and rotten wood.
Minced meat splattered and blood flew everywhere.
The headless corpse was beaten to pieces, but it did not affect its movement at all, approaching them step by step.
Fortunately, they move very slowly, otherwise the mercenaries would not be able to withstand the impact of the headless corpses within a short distance.
The heads held up in the hands looked so familiar, but now they had ferocious smiles on them, which made people shudder.
Even though he was hit by a bullet and his flesh was scattered, his head still maintained that ferocious smile.
"What on earth do you bastards want to do?"
Seeing the miserable deaths of his former companions, and pressing closer and closer in this terrifying and strange state, the mercenary captain roared loudly and in grief.
Unlike the monks who were fighting against each other, these mercenaries had quite deep feelings for each other. Now seeing their companions die in strange ways, they naturally felt quite painful in their hearts.
Maybe in the next second, I will follow in their footsteps.
At the same time, he also knew that whether he was alive or dead, as long as he became an enemy, one of them must fall.
Mercy on the battlefield only hurts oneself.
"Use Molotov cocktails!"
The mercenary captain shouted, thinking of a way to stop the headless corpse, and loudly issued orders.
The average mercenary team rarely carries weapons such as incendiary bombs. After all, they are not real soldiers.
However, this team serves monks, and because it needs to deal with some special situations, the equipment it carries is completely different from normal armed forces.
In addition to weapons such as incendiary bombs, they even carry items to restrain the supernatural in case of emergencies.
As the captain's order was issued, the mercenaries took off incendiary bombs from their waists and threw them at the headless corpses rushing toward them.
At the same time, these mercenaries ducked backwards to avoid being affected by the flames of the incendiary bombs.
The incendiary bombs they use have very strong adhesion and can stick to the target and burn violently.
If ordinary items come into contact with this kind of thing, the final result can only be burned to ashes, even steel.
Sure enough, just after the incendiary bomb was thrown, it immediately touched these walking headless corpses, and then a "pop-pop" sound was heard, and dazzling sparks were shot out like fireworks.
As the black smoke rose, an unpleasant burnt smell permeated the air, and the walking headless corpses turned into burning fireballs.
Everyone thought the attack was effective, and felt a sense of joy in their hearts.
However, the next moment, they saw the headless corpses raising their arms and throwing the heads in their hands.
These heads were covered in flames, with their ferocious mouths wide open, and they fell on the mercenaries one after another.
The mouth of the human head bites fiercely, holding the mercenary's body tightly, and the burning flames immediately ignite their bodies.
Wrapped in terrifying flames, the mercenaries screamed and turned into new fireballs as they ran and struggled.
They are not those headless monsters, but living people with flesh and blood, and they are simply unable to bear the pain of being ablated.
The original camp completely collapsed. The mercenaries screamed and scattered in all directions. They fell to the ground motionless as they ran.
As for the old woman and others, they had already evacuated immediately after realizing something was wrong.
As monks, they have higher perception, more agile speed, and a higher survival rate when encountering danger.
From the very beginning, they had already seen the strangeness of the headless corpse, which must have been controlled by a mysterious force.
To put it bluntly, they are just a bunch of puppets, they have no fear of pain, and their flesh and blood bodies cannot be their opponents.
If they want to take action to solve the problem, they will definitely spend a lot of effort, but now that they can't save themselves, there is really no need to do this just to save a group of mercenaries.
It was precisely because the old woman and others stood by and watched that a group of mercenaries were confused about the situation and ended up in such a miserable end.
While a group of mercenaries were struggling and screaming, the old woman and others gathered together and looked around cautiously.
With their methods, the headless corpse could not harm them, but this strange environment made them more and more panicked.
The old woman who originally thought she was powerful and regarded ordinary people like ants finally realized her weakness.
At this moment, they are nothing more than a group of ants, allowed to be manipulated and manipulated by the mastermind behind the scenes.
"Damn bastard, if you have the guts, stand up and let's fight to the death!"
The young man in a suit roared, raised a rifle in his hand and started shooting everywhere to vent his anger.
As a result, at this moment, the old woman lowered her voice to signal them not to talk nonsense.
When the young man in suit heard this, he quickly shut his mouth. Although he was agitated, he knew exactly what to do when.
The screams in the ears continued, which were the dying moans of the mercenaries. As for the mercenaries who were not hit by the fireball, they didn't know where they ran at this moment.
A familiar figure slowly appeared in the sight of the old woman and others. It was the monk in short coat who had disappeared before.
He looked at the body lying on the ground and nodded slightly, with a satisfied smile on his lips.
He reached out and fiddled with the communication compass a few times, then slowly turned his body, as if he wanted to leave here.
A shocking scene suddenly happened, those mutilated corpses stood up from the ground one after another.
Even if only a pile of skeletons were burned, the vacancies were filled by the mist at this moment, turning into a complete body.
In a short period of time, a long team formed, following behind the monks in short coats.
Just when the old woman and the others were shocked, the monk in short coat suddenly turned around and hooked his hand towards the four of them.
"Come on, come with me, I'll take you away!"
The monk in the short coat smiled strangely and slowly turned his head, just like when he first entered the forest, he was in charge of guiding the way.
The mutilated corpses were lined up in a row, following the monks in short coats, walking slowly towards the depths of the forest.