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Looking at the corpse covered with metal parasites in the iron cage, Ackerman swallowed: "Is there a way to eliminate them?"

"If it's just a single mutant parasite corpse, it's relatively simple to deal with, and a targeted attack will do. For example, the metal parasite corpse is weaker against electrical attacks; the flame-breath parasitic corpse is weaker against freezing attacks..."

"The trouble is that these enemies often appear in groups. When you realize that there are special parasitic corpses in the corpse tide and you want to target them, they have already rushed to your eyes."

Alfonso knocked on the iron cage with his hand and continued: "In order to capture these samples, we sacrificed several people."

Ackerman remembered what the other party had said, and asked: "You just said that parasites can transmit abilities to each other. What's the matter?"

"That's the hypothesis put forward by your majesty and scholars. The plague parasite has the ability to seize heterogeneous powers, and can copy and pass it to other similar species. However, judging from the parasitic corpses captured so far, the seizing power only appears. In the parasitic corpse that directly swallowed the alien flesh and blood, there was no duplication or transmission."

Ackerman: "Does this mean that this assumption is not true?"

Alfonso: "No, according to the research of the University of Texas, the Plague Parasite can completely transmit the ability, but it has not been carried out now. It may be because of other reasons... But for us, it is a thing after all. Good thing, after all, if you think about it, if all parasitic corpses have metal skin, flame breath, regeneration, division, strength enhancement, speed enhancement..."

Before Alfonso had finished speaking, Ackerman closed his eyes with a headache and shivered.

While the two were talking, the staff in the experimental area also packed all the materials and equipment.

"My lord, you are ready."

Alfonso nodded, and said to Ackerman: "Let's go, it's time to leave."

As soon as the two returned to the ground, they were attracted by the sound of an explosion not far away.

At the gate of the port position, the line of defense constructed by hundreds of Holy Religious Army and alien knights is firmly suppressing the zombie rats on the street.

The elves who are good at the ability of flame breath smashed fireballs into the sea-like zombie rats; the three orcs formed a team, carrying a steel wall shield several meters high and burning flames, and drove out the rats one after another. Gate; the alien knight uses the extended length of the keel parasite to sweep away some plague rats and parasites that occasionally slip through the net.

The scout-type alien standing on the port watchtower uses eagle eyes and perspective abilities to observe the battlefield, and from time to time uses the hive parasites on the keel armor to issue warnings.

"Southeast, 75.2, Ruler, 1328, a variant of Yan's Breath is found."

The Valkyrie hovering in the air commanded the Griffon to pounce on the location of the coordinates and used the ability of "Time Slowing" to find a special zombie rat with a crimson body.

This zombie rat is different from the same kind. It is not afraid of flames, nor will it be hurt by high temperature. It moves quickly towards the gate of the position among the piles of rat corpses.

The Valkyrie opened her bow and took an arrow, aimed at the head of the Yan Breath mutant rat, killing her with one arrow.

Ackerman observed the battlefield and sighed: "It looks like it is safe here."

Alfonso quickly denied him: "It's not safe here. These mice are just pioneers, and soon this place will be overwhelmed by the tide of parasitic mice."

At this time, Evie riding a griffin slowly landed in the camp and said to Alfonso: "Let your people move faster, the rats from the north and the west have gathered!"

Alfonso nodded, and after using the honeycomb on the back of the beetle to contact others, he said, "Everything is ready."

Evie took a small horn from her waist and blew it vigorously.

The Valkyrie, who was originally hovering in the air, dispersed and flew towards the surroundings of the battlefield.

The Crusaders and the knights maintained their formation, slowly retreating towards the plank road area of ​​the port.

Evie returned to the air, watching everyone start to evacuate, and blew the horn for the second time.

The Valkyries lighted the arrows in their hands and shot them towards the pyre that had been prepared near the port.

In an instant, dozens of firewood piles surrounding the port were lit, and flames rose along the pre-buried oil line.

From a high altitude, a large fire circle with a diameter of one kilometer around the port is particularly dazzling.

The swarms of rats swarmed around outside the circle of fire, and a few of them were burned into coke when they approached. Even if they could get through the circle of fire, a few were shot and killed on their way forward.

Standing on the deck of the cargo ship, Ackerman looked at the thick black smoke over the Duchy of Ducchi, and whispered, "What will happen next?"

Parney, standing behind him, trembled in her voice: "Perhaps this fire can burn the mice to death."

Alfonso, who had just checked the inside and outside of the cabin, said, "The city of Tyrol is surrounded by snowy mountains to the north, the sea to the south, and the uninhabited desert to the east~lightnovelpub.net~ If you think about it for yourself, these undead are the last Where can I go?"

Ackerman looked back hard: "You mean, they will come to Twilight City in the end?"

Alfonso: "According to your Majesty, the plague will gradually spread and will eventually infect all living creatures on the mainland. When their scale reaches a certain level, westward expansion is an inevitable result."

Ackerman: "How long do we have?"

"If you are lucky, six months." Alfonso said after hesitating for a while, "The premise is that nothing unexpected happens."

Ackerman just wanted to speak when there was an earth-shattering explosion from a distant port.

The entire port was torn apart by a violent explosion. Stones, wood chips, and corpses rose into the air, forming a large black haze, and huge waves of air spread from the ground, even on the deck more than ten kilometers away. , Can clearly feel the obvious shaking.

After tens of seconds, the explosion and fire gradually ceased.

The originally prosperous and beautiful Dokchi harbour has now become an unsightly ruin.

Listening to the suppressed cry of the residents of Dokchi, a strong anxiety and fear tightly surrounded Ackerman's whole body.

"Twilight West will not become like this..." Ackerman clenched his hands tightly and whispered, "Absolutely not."

Alfonso didn't say anything, but patted Ackerman on the shoulder again, and then made a gesture to signal the fleet to set sail as soon as possible.

Accompanied by the sound of waves and sea breeze, the fleet drifted away, slowly away from the land of death.

Amidst the coke and ruins, a group of corpse rats covered with black parasites, standing upright on top of the rubble, sniffed the air towards the west.

Soon, the messengers of these plagues turned around and dived into the ground, disappearing in an instant.