Stray: Chapter 16 worst case

"The Seymour worm at test site 327 died from unnatural causes."

"Who's in charge of Noe?"

"Fenrir Troy's Steel Wolf Mercenaries."

"Eighty-three minutes ago, there were two records of effective attacks, one physical attack, and one mental magic attack suspected of bewitching. None of them were fatal."

"Have Troy report the cause. After determining the man-made attack, release Pandora at Noe's testing ground."

The tin badge on Fenrir's chest suddenly moved his front up and down like a living thing, he removed it skillfully, turned to the text message from the guild headquarters on the back - and then shook his body.

Thorn is boringly directing the watch bug to dance the figure dance in the air. Fenrir's movements were not small, he was distracted, and the eight-figure dance suddenly broke up.

"What's the matter?" Thorne yawned.

"Retreat!" Fenrir didn't answer his question, but took out the crystal piece in his pocket, crushed it, and ordered it angrily. "Everyone, retreat immediately!"

"The Seymour worm is dead." Fenrir grabbed Thorne by the back collar and rushed towards the still dark shadow in the forest. "Damn it!"

"Impossible! My bug was confirmed ten minutes ago, and it was alive and well! The two boys who touched it recently ran away, and no one touched it again. Even if I miss it, it can't be silent if I want to kill it...Ouch, take it easy—" Thorne rolled his eyes from the collar.

"The headquarters can't go wrong, its signs of life are gone." Fenrir stepped forward quickly on the branches, squeezing the words out of his teeth. "They want us to confirm the cause of death immediately and start remedial procedures."

"Wait, wait. Could the remedy be the legendary..."

"It's not because a legendary fool has attacked it!"

They were not far from the giant worm. There were still a lot of ice cubes and broken corpses left at the scene, the trees were crumbling under the worm's crush, and the sun was shining on the exposed ground—it was showing the cold air and the stench of blood.

Fenrir's expression was extremely ugly. Without taking a breath, he threw Thorne, who was in his hand, and took out the identification crystal and stabbed it directly into the worm's huge body. The worm lay there quietly, all the eyeballs that emerged from the battle sinking into the body at this moment. The originally moist black skin lost its luster and was as fragile as dinner pudding.

"Someone did this on purpose, it's a 'beautiful dream'." Fenrir narrowed his eyes at the instantly cloudy crystal, "It stands to reason that a worm can hold a whole ten barrels of wine, this one is not I know why..." He pulled out the crystal and carefully observed the lines on it, "...the magic power is exhausted."

"'Dream'?"

"Devil toxin that has just become popular recently. The price is quite high, but it is not difficult to buy, and there is no way to trace the source."

"If someone did this on purpose, there shouldn't be a need to start the program—"

"It's useless. Get out of this ghost place quickly, the rest of the regiment should have successfully retreated." Fenrir took a deep breath, and there was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth. "We can't determine the murderer's motive. It's just a few hundred black badge reservists, and the headquarters won't mind."

"You mean..."

"I mean, this is going to be cleared - remember to get your bugs back."

Meanwhile.

"...Escape with that person? You'd better cure your idealism sooner." An commented indifferently, without the slightest resonance. "People in peaceful areas can be so sentimental - when someone sticks a knife in your or your wife's throat, you're sure you're not in the mood to think about his innocence."

Oliver chuckled and did not respond. He stretched and lay heavily on his back on the grass, the summer sky amazingly blue. Exhaustion made his mind a little distracted, and he unconsciously reached out to the dark blue patch—but before Oliver could straighten his arm, he was directly pinned back by the other arm.

Nimo dizzy, throwing his arm around Oliver's neck with a lot of strength. Oliver's throat went numb from the blow, and he almost coughed. He moved out helplessly, and suddenly felt a slight vibration.

Oliver was puzzled for a few seconds, and although "being unconsciously picked up by a man in his sleep" sounded exciting, he didn't think he would be moved by a man punching his neck at all. Then he found the whole world shaking slightly. He hurriedly got up, and Ann was already in a vigilant posture ready to fight.

Nimo frowned slightly because his arms were lifted, muttered a few words indistinctly, and then snored slightly.

At the same time, the tremors became more pronounced.

"Earthquake?" Oliver asked loudly in the increasingly clear sound of ground cracks.

"I don't know!" Ann roared back, "There shouldn't be an earthquake here—I've never encountered such a situation!"

The gray parrot suddenly split the cane with a spell, and it didn't see the state of being devastated just now. It flew in a circle around them, flapping its wings excitedly. "Finally—" it screamed, "the same kind of breath, the same kind of breath - ouch!"

There are three living creatures screaming and making noise around, even the dead will be woken up. Nemo got up groggy and looked at the bird that was madly in the air.

"What's the situation?" he asked softly.

Nimo's brain was still in the chaotic state of just waking up, and he didn't have time to organize his hair. The slightly longer hair was scattered on his shoulders, making his neck itchy. He almost believed that he was dreaming, and it was all a ridiculous and long dream - from the geographical point of view, there would be no earthquakes in this place in Noe, which is definitely not reality.

Oliver saw that the man was about to lie down again, and hurriedly went up and picked him up along the collar.

“…what are you doing?” Nemo was a little dissatisfied.

"Now is not the time to take a nap." An Si looked around, "Thank him, I'll go straight to the feet."

"Here it is!" The grey parrot was still howling, as if it was its crush. "It's here—!"

Nimo rubbed his eyes, and was sobered up by the howl. They didn't get confused for too long, and soon the culprit of the shock appeared - a scarlet air column spurted out from the vicinity of the worm. Its top did not naturally spread out like ordinary gas, but swooped on the ground like an octopus tentacle. The vibration is gradually softening as the air column is ejected, but this does not reassure them much.

"What's that?" Nemo stared at the air column, and there was no doubt that one was rushing in their direction.

"Pandoratel, the beauty of the abyss." The parrot's unpleasant voice was full of yearning. "They dance like that... tsk tsk."

The other three were completely unable to understand and did not intend to understand its aesthetics, they couldn't even tell the arms and legs of the thing.

"What will it do?" Ann stared at the air column vigilantly.

"How do I know!" The parrot bird's eyes widened, "Not all superior demons know each other, do you know what the beautiful girl walking on the street wants to do?"

"But I can at least read her expression." Ann gritted her teeth in return.

They don't care if it is the parrot's dream lover, the humans present have more important things to care about - although no one wants to believe it, but the parrot does express a clear meaning.

What was about to attack was a superior demon.

"Well, she doesn't look very happy," the parrot whispered. "You humans must be making her unhappy."

"I have read in the book that the body of the superior demon should not be able to leave the abyss-" Nemo frowned, trying to recall the autobiography of the cleric, trying to recall more details.

"Yeah, in a way you can understand—that's her arm at most." The parrot said, "What a pity..."

Nemoko has no regrets. He turned his head to ask Ann's next plan, but found that the remaining two people were sweating coldly and their faces were terribly pale.

"Are you all right?" He swallowed the original question and replaced it with another.

"Didn't you feel it?" Oliver changed his stance, trying to stand firmer. "...Pressure."

Ann looked slightly better than Oliver, and she nodded silently in agreement.

Nemo closed his eyes and felt it hard, "No." He shook his head in frustration and looked at Oliver. "Does it hurt? Do you want me to help you down—"

Oliver smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he could still stand still. An Ze gave Nemo a deep look.

"I heard it once," she said hoarsely, "I always thought it was fake...but..."

"I heard from the mercenaries when I was drinking before that a demon warlock was infiltrated in a certain black chapter test, and he scared off the Seymour worm... But that was nearly a hundred years ago. already."

"Scare off?"

"Yes, I'm also very curious, the demon warlock is not the type of peace-loving. So I asked. The result I got was only one sentence - the black seal is a means for countries to maintain stability , they won't allow too powerful and aggressive black seals to exist."

"Isn't there a lot of solutions? For example, don't give that person a black badge, or cancel it after he becomes a black badge..." Nemo suddenly had a bad feeling.

"You two are worthy of being from the same town, you are really an idealistic fool." Ann grinned weakly, "There are many dreams in the night, and the guys above know it better than anyone else. Seymour worm is called the black worm. Zhang Ceiling may not only refer to its strength... Maybe we shouldn't resist it at all."

"You think too much." The parrot interjected disdainfully, "The bug is very healthy, that kind of injury is no different from your fingers being cut by a knife-damn, I hate this kind of I'm going to be a **** poet in order for you to understand the way the crazy metaphors speak - anyway, it's magical enough to give it three or four near-death replies, and it's especially rich."

"You killed it?!" Nemo grabbed the bird's neck and shook it a few times.

"Bah, no!" the parrot growled, looking like he wanted to spit Nemo. "Do you think I don't want to? Do you think my body can eat it? I can only take two more bites of magic power, and I still have a lot of leftovers. It lives well-!"

Before it finished screaming, the shadow of the worm in the distance shattered like a foam with the red mist.

"...Well, now it's dead." The grey parrot added angrily, "I didn't do it anyway."

"That means they're going to make a demon stronger than the Seymour worm to get rid of the 'unsettling factor', right?" Oliver concluded, pointing to the red mist that had touched the edge of the lawn Said, "By the way, clean up our little characters?"

The mist was like a scarlet tide flowing into the forest. It was difficult to tell whether it was a gas or a liquid from a close point. It swept over the bushes and tree trunks, and the plants seemed to be unaffected. At the edge of the red fog, a dozen people and several animals were running in their direction.

One of the deer seemed to be injured and ran more slowly, being caught up in the fog on its hind legs. The mist that touched the fresh flesh suddenly came to life, and suddenly wrapped the deer completely—

Then torn to shreds.

(m..=)