The lake was deep and the lucky angle of impact meant he only broke three ribs but not his spine.
In an instant, biting cold water surrounded him, flowing from his throat into his lungs.
He was panting and coughing, and the cold air in the ground woke him up from the disorientation he felt when he fell.
Marcus fought in vain, but now his limbs were stiff and he had no buoyancy.
When he opened his mouth, ice-cold water rushed in. He could only struggle against the heavy water-absorbing coat on his body, but his body was too badly hurt and his soul was too hurt.
The Inquisitor sank deeper and deeper, bubbles rising from his mouth.
Suddenly, an arm plunged into the water, and a hand with steel claws grabbed his shoulder.
The next second, he was dragged out of the water.
Marcus was dragged to a river bank full of gravel and rubble. He breathed heavily, rolled over, and spit out the water in his lungs - the water was so cold that his throat burned.
He kept vomiting until there was no more liquid in his stomach and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood and bile.
He even felt the sphincter in his trachea twitching as he returned to his normal breathing pattern.
Cold air has never tasted so comforting.
Steam was coming out of him. It was a miracle he was still alive.
There are so many miracles witnessed today.
Marcus looked up and found that he had fallen from a height of more than 100 meters.
Dust filled the air, debris rolled into the cave like jagged cracks in the ceiling like raindrops, steel mesh on collapsed buildings ripped a hole in the rock like rough stitches, high-strength wires and data
The cables sparkled and swayed like jungle creepers.
The darkness makes it difficult to judge the size of the cave, but it is not large, about a hundred meters at its widest point.
The lake level is rising as more debris falls into the lake.
His follower and savior, the Death Cult assassin Malthus, was squatting by the lake.
Miraculously, he was not injured and the cold water lapped at his feet.
Marcus always felt a little strange about the darkness attached to this assassin. It looked like his legs had many joints.
Suddenly, the assassin turned around his pale skull mask and said in a low voice:
"you are still alive."
It seemed like he was surprised.
"The same to you."
"Ha, I forgot to tell you that I have undergone some special transformations that have allowed me to save my life at critical moments."
"That's great. Can you tell me the details?"
The assassin tilted his head to one side, as if the answer was self-evident, but he didn't give Marcus any answer.
Then he looked at the cracked roof of the cave.
"It's not easy to get up there."
Marcus also stood up, his limbs barely regaining mobility,
"The bombing should be over. We need to call someone to rescue us."
"Call who?"
"It will be all right."
"Who's going?"
Marcus reluctantly took out the communicator that had been broken into two pieces.
"Go ahead, I guess I don't have the ability."
"Then you have to wait a while."
After saying that, the assassin threw out a hook lock in his hand, hung it on a steel bar above, and then jumped up with force.
Suddenly, Marcus was the only one left in the dark cave.
He found a rock to sit on and then treated the wounds on his body.
Suddenly, his body froze.
The laughter appeared again.
Whispers came from all directions, promising him the glory that awaited him when he reached his divine destination.
Marcus realized that his excessive use of psychic powers had caused certain consequences.
He quickly stood up and drew the sword and pistol from his waist.
Marcus calmed down, but when he turned around, he saw a pale humanoid creature climbing up the rubble and approaching him.
It is naked and its gender cannot be seen.
It has no eyelids, eyes staring, mouth open, and its flesh oozes out of its body like molten wax, like a candle burning upside down.
It seemed to be the same corrupted thing as the mutants, but in a more complete state of evolution, like something roughly carved from living clay.
When Marcus saw it, it pounced, and the Inquisitor stepped back hastily.
"Damn it!"
He pulled the trigger, but the bullet hitting the thing had the same effect as hitting the mud - useless.
Then he wanted to gather his spiritual energy to fight off the demon, but when he exerted a little force, the back of his head immediately buzzed as if he had received a heavy hammer.
The judge staggered and almost fell, and dark blood dripped from his nose.
The demon stood up.
It is at least four times as tall as an average person, with a slender body wrapped in a pillar of melting, pulsating flesh.
The creature twitched its whip-like limbs and spread a grease-like mass on the floor. Eyeballs, lips and breasts flowed all over its body and gathered like bubbles, staring down at the helpless inquisitor.
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Soon, a pile of flesh on the creature was somehow melted by the evil magic of the subspace and flowed to the ground. It gradually swelled, squirmed into a humanoid shape, and then became entangled together, like men and women in a carnival.
Marcus hated the blasphemous creature in front of him, but at the same time, he increasingly felt that some part of him liked this blasphemy, which made him choke and feel sick.
He wanted to swing his sword, but his body couldn't move. He could only watch himself, slowly being hypnotized by the creature.
The demon's face rotated, forming a vortex in the center, a small hole that seemed to open a subspace channel in the fabric of reality.
Through this small hole, Marcus can hear some sounds that can drive him crazy, corrode both the body and the mind, and determine the direction of his fate.
The demon stretched out its welcoming arms towards him, the flesh on its hands spiraling into tentacles.
Marcus screamed, watching himself reach out to greet him uncontrollably.
"Evil spirits must be punished!"
Suddenly, a explosive shell grazed the creature's scalp, but immediately two other explosive shells penetrated its chest.
Marcus regained control of his body, turned around and distanced himself from the demon, and vaguely saw the man who saved him emerging from the ruins not far away.
The figure in silver-gray power armor emerged from the darkness like an angel. It was a huge giant, and every step made the cave tremble.
When the giant walked out of the darkness, Marcus saw a resolute face decorated with battle scars, and his raised arms released a burst of flickering flames from time to time.
Marcus immediately fell to the ground. The demon's body began to explode everywhere, and the ground around him was covered with steaming minced meat.
The warrior's scarred face was tense with rage, and the generator on his throat plate amplified his voice into a terrifying roar.
"The hole destroys the monster!!"
Along with his roar, there was also the roar of a chain saw and halberd.
The demon flapped its limbs feebly, trying to wrap around the giant, but was torn apart mercilessly. The halberd struck from its head, splitting it into two instantly.
In a piercing howl, the demon was wiped out, and the minced meat on the ground was turned into ashes.
Marcus had been lying behind the stone. When he realized that a shadow was covering him, he finally raised his head.
The giant also reached out to him at the right time.
"Hello, Inquisitor."
"Familiar, uh——"
Marcus forced a smile on his dirty face, then rolled his eyelids and fainted.