111 / seven streams

This huge, empire-like abandoned factory must have been a production center in the world during the human era.

A system prompt sounded in Lu Yan's mind: [The first batch of pollutants has entered the venue in an orderly manner. It is worth mentioning that the monitoring in this factory is still working. ]

[There are a lot of pollutants. Because I am full, I am not interested in hunting for the time being. I will monitor and broadcast it to appreciate the tragic death of human beings. This will give them spiritual pleasure. ]

[Although you have seen many unusual pollutants, I would advise you never to expect too much from pollutants. Even if they are still able to think, have emotions, and even look like humans, they are still just higher-level beings that feed on humans. ]

[‌If human beings fall, the whole world will be a huge kingdom of gods. ]

Lu Yan raised his head and glanced at the corner of the ceiling, where the indicator light was still glowing red.

He raised the gun and squeezed the trigger.

Although it was a hand gun, the sound of the shot being fired was not as loud as the sound of the monitor exploding.

There were two pairs of closed eyes on Ning Huai's face, and eight slender and sturdy spider legs grew out of the joints of his waist. With his disfigured face, it looked particularly terrifying.

The white wolf and the tiger also changed their forms one after another. The furry tail at the back of the **** made Lu Yan couldn't help but secretly glanced at it several times.

"Let's act separately." Ning Huai said succinctly, putting the Bluetooth headset on his ear, "East, south, north, west, one person, one direction. If there is a problem, provide timely support and keep in touch."

Lu Yan turned back and glanced at Song Jingchen: "I can't protect you all the time, I have to hide myself."

Song Jingchen nodded obediently.

This terrain is very suitable for sniping. It is a pity that it is too conspicuous and difficult to bring in.

There are nearly 500 human beings in the entire factory, and 100 pollutants, which is not a small amount. Because this polluted area covers a large area, it is difficult to encounter it in a short period of time.

Well, Lu Yan has a system. Almost as soon as he entered the factory, the system gave a detailed topographic map here. The dots representing humans are blue, teammates are green, and pollutants are red.

His own position is a black arrow.

In addition, in the lower left corner of Lu Yan's field of vision, there are lines of white fonts as reminders.

[Familia 154-out].

Exactly, the location of 154 is not far from Lu Yan.

He walked over lightly, and in the corner, a pollutant with long hands and feet was nibbling on the meat.

It was all white, squatting on the ground, eating like a beast. And 154's broken arm fell in front of Lu Yan.

[The Kingdom of God - ordinary gods. ]

[Pollution value: 3500. It looks like an alien. There are folds on the head, and all fours are on the ground. As Protoss without a sub-brain, they are the objects of discrimination against the Protoss with a sub-brain. Outside, they're called split eaters. ]

[As long as there are gaps, there will be classes. isn't it? ]

Lu Yan fired a shot at it.

A blood flower burst out from the heart of this snow-white pollutant.

However, the pollutant was not dead. It struggled to open its mouth and let out a roar, its fangs like steel needles filling its entire cavity.

[It has the main nerve that controls the body at the back of its neck. ]

Lu Yan pulled out the fire of hell, and at the moment when the pollutant rushed, he simply threw his back neatly, and then stabbed the back of his neck.

The black blood that spewed out was disgusting and sticky.

In the corner, there is still half of the people who have not finished eating, their eyes are wide open, like a fish lacking water, and their lips are opened and closed.

Lu Yan leaned over and listened for a moment.

What this person said was: "Okay, it hurts..."

Even if it was brainwashed from childhood, it is said that eating the gods is the best destination to return to the Pure Land of Bliss. Animal instincts that are engraved in their genes don't lie.

Pain from injury; fear from death.

"……Take me away."

‌Empty eyes stared at Lu Yan, the massive blood loss made 154's body cold, and there was a fist-sized blood hole in his chest, and he could see the beating heart inside.

Lu Yan is a doctor. But he couldn't save him.

This is not a hospital, there are no medicines, just captive, untouched souls, and a short, unmarked life.

A white soul villain peeled off from the body, and finally melted the ground.

The scene returned by the surveillance made the Central Divine Court an uproar.

Apart from the Lord, the ten guards of the Central Divine Court are the supreme rulers of the Divine Kingdom.

As nobles in the Protoss, these people naturally do not participate in hunting, and guarding the divine court is their most important task.

"Who is he? What's going on?!"

"Which hatchery sent it?"

These pollutants have become accustomed to living in high places, and they are also accustomed to the servility of their relatives. Never thought that his own kind would die at the hands of his prey.

The expressions of the God Race are in shock: "Is it a hateful pagan? But how can a pagan come to the central court without alarming my lord?"

In the kingdom of God, even the pollutants themselves are not aware of their own and the outside world. They are called "pollutants", and they are stored by everyone.

They look at everyone like ants, and it is difficult for them to accept that their own kind is also a prey.

Almost all the pollutants looked at the man in the center.

He is the guardian of the divine court and the most trusted subordinate of the Lord. Has a god-given accessory brain weighing 1580g. It has almost the same thinking ability as human beings.

His name is Fengqing. It is said that he used to be a pagan, code-named Blue Bird, because since the original Divine Court Guard died in his hands, there have been fewer and fewer Protoss discussing the origin of Fengqing.

Fengqing's eyes were as blue as the sky, but without the slightest charm.

He looked at the screen on the monitor, his eyes stopped at four abnormal positions, and his pale lips opened slightly: "The majesty of God cannot be violated."

"It's heretics, kill them."

In most of the battles Lu Yan has experienced, the weak overcome the strong, but now, facing these pollutants in the kingdom of God, he seems to be able to handle it with ease.

The red light spots on the map continued to decrease sharply, and Lu Yan was too lazy to count his loot.

It was already evening, and the sun was nowhere to be seen, and the mist-filled sky was smudged with a warm yellow color.

On the map, 4 slightly larger red dots suddenly appeared.

The system said: [This is a high-level pollutant from the Central Divine Court. The pollution value is about 7000. ]

As soon as these red dots joined the battlefield, they kept moving closer to the green light dots.

Lu Yan held his breath and found a hiding spot with a wide view.

[The pollutants you are about to face have been seen in Song Jingchen's mind. ]

[He is one of the guardians of the divine court, codenamed "Anopheles". He looks like an anthropomorphic mosquito, and like mosquitoes, his slender organs can **** blood and inject eggs into people's bodies through the organs. ]

[Pollution value, 7200. ]

[Talent: Bloodthirsty Gene, Plague]

[I suggest you find a way to break its wings first, otherwise the fight will be very difficult. Well, his own characteristics do not support sustained high-speed flight. ]

Lu Yan thought for a moment, then neatly opened his palm, smeared blood on a dead pollutant, and then threw it into the cement well.

He himself stimulated the regeneration talent, quickly healed the wound on his hand, and then climbed to a high place to hide his whereabouts.

Lu Yan turned on the headset and whispered to the others, "Be careful, something is coming."

The malaria mosquito flew too fast, and in just 30 seconds, it came to the vicinity of this area.

What would a mosquito magnified hundreds of times fly like?

Lu Yan's ears were aching, and he even felt dazed for a moment.

‌The pollutants in the life of the kingdom of God all have the characteristics of a little spiritual pollution.

He clenched the dagger in his hand.

Because the surveillance cameras in the vicinity were all smashed by guns, the malaria mosquito did not know the exact location of Lu Yan, and was looking for him by smelling the smell of blood.

‌After a few breaths, the figure of this pollutant appeared in Lu Yan's line of sight.

The pollutant took a sniff, paced to the well, lowered his head, and looked at the well.

Lu Yan, who had been dormant for a long time, suddenly burst into flames, and the dagger slammed into the pollutant's back, tearing off the membrane wings on the lower half.

Crimson blood splattered all over Lu Yan's body, the pollutant let out a roar due to the severe pain, and a pair of scabbard-like arms grew out of his back, trying to stab Lu Yan's belly.

It's a close fight.

The only unbalanced point came from the whole situation in Lu Yan's mind.

[Belly ‌, three inches below. ]

[Pokes compound eyes. ]

[The other half of the wings. ]

The guidance of the system is always concise and effective, and a terrifying fear arises in the heart of the Anopheles mosquito.

His every move seemed to be seen through by the person opposite him.

But this human body is extraordinarily slender, and his thighs are not even as thick as his neck. How could he have such a terrifying fighting consciousness?

He has only one pair of wings, which are now broken from the roots and dripping with blood. The new membrane wing was pulled out from behind, and he was already thinking of quitting.

The next second, he choked his neck and pressed down on the ground.

Lu Yan's eyes were full of red blood, and a small smile appeared on his face: "Did I allow you to go?"

Lu Yan's phalanx popped out in the fourth quarter, and his long fingernails completely pierced the defenses on the surface of the polluted body.

He cut his arm in half, from behind, and penetrated into the abdominal cavity of the big mosquito.

Lu Yan caught a beating, fist-sized brain.

This brain is like a heart, connecting the blood vessels and nerves in the body of pollutants.

[This is the sub-brain of the Lord. ]

Unlike other ordinary sub-brains, the sub-brains in the divine court guard are closely related to the Lord. Killing these sub-brains can also weaken the power of the Lord. Likewise, the sub-brain can transmit relevant information back to the main brain.

[With such a big commotion, the Lord has already woken up from his sleep. ]

[‌It is because he has more confidence in the guardian of the God Court, so he is not ready to escape for the time being. After all, building a kingdom of gods is much more difficult than before...]

Lu Yan clenched his fist without hesitation, and his sub-brain let out a fierce scream, enough to make his soul tremble.

White brains spilled out along the fingertips.

[This stuff is edible, but it's just a sub-brain, and it doesn't taste as good as the master's brain flower. ]

Without the king fish, Lu Yan didn't really want to eat it by himself.

In addition, it was almost useless to eat it, so he gave up the plan to eat it.

A few golden scales appeared on the back of Lu Yan's hand. Due to the overuse of his talent, he couldn't go away for the time being.

Most importantly, his clothes were dirty. Blood stained with contaminants is probably difficult to wash off.

His back arched and he gasped violently.

Continued high-intensity combat is fatal to the Apocalypse.

Lu Yan pulled out his dagger and glanced at the value on the phone. The lesion level on it had risen to 52.1.

He took out the special medicine from the bag, put the mint candy in his mouth, and sipped it.

Lu Yan knew that even with special medicines, it would be difficult to return to the previous value.

The degree of disease is like a countdown to death, hanging over the head of every Apocalypse.

‌Under such pressure, it is very difficult for the apocalypse whose mental state can reach "medium" or above.

Lu Yan shed a little blood, attracting other pollutants. ‌Well, they are not too difficult characters.

After the sun went down, the surroundings were pitch black.

The kingdom of God is shrouded in sea fog, and the moon and stars cannot be seen here.

Lu Yanshou frowned beside the body of the malaria mosquito, and picked up the eggs in his body with a dagger.

In the headset, Ning Huai's voice came: "Ning Huai of the advance team, call the other team members. Area 1 has been cleaned. 17 pollutants have been cleaned in total. Do you need help in other areas?"

"Advance Tigers. I got some injuries. The saliva of this contaminant is highly toxic, and I'm blind in one eye.  It's not a big problem."

"The white wolf of the advance team. I...cough...cough. I miscalculated the number of enemies and fell into the siege. The danger has been resolved, the only problem is that due to the overuse of the talent, coupled with the encounter Strong pollution, my lesion value is about to exceed 100."

"The special medicine has been used. ‌The effect is not obvious. Ning team, I may not be able to hold it anymore."

"It's an honor to be your colleague for half a century."

Lu Yan asked, "Can you hold on? I'll be right here."

"No, it's too late."

White Wolf lowered his head and smiled wryly at the knife inserted into his heart.

Finding the courage to kill yourself was a tough decision indeed.

His consciousness was disintegrating, and he fell to the side of the polluted corpse, and his face had completely turned into a wolf.

The sky was still covered with sea fog, and in a daze, the white wolf said, "I haven't seen the moon for a long time."

This is a long time, referring to forty-five years.