Become a prophet in the Tiga world

Chapter 358: Hunter

The New World of Australia and Asia, 8.8° north latitude and 107.3° east longitude.

The sun is like fire, the sun is scorching.

The turbid air twisted and floated under the high temperature, and the dusty ground was like a hot iron, exuding a pungent burning smell.

A group of armored vehicles drove across the desolate land, their wheels running over them and sending up smoke and dust into the sky.

Through the windows, you can see the ruins of the city in the distance that have been eroded by wind and sand. The ruins of the city still retain some of its former glory. Rusty and abandoned vehicles can be seen everywhere along the way. From time to time, you can also see the bones of humans and animals.

Ugly beetles were moving in and out of them, seemingly using them as nests.

The scene of the desolate apocalyptic wasteland is shocking.

However, as elite hunters who have experienced many battles, everyone in the car has long been used to it, and they are even in the mood to chat on the public communication channel.

Waste Hunter Mo Cheng: "The target of this mission is said to be an interstellar immigrant spacecraft from the old world. There must be a lot of good things in it."

Jeff the Hunter: "Others are fine, the most important thing is energy!"

Wilderness Hunter Erica: "I heard that three months ago, a meteorite fell near the target location. I hope it doesn't hit the spacecraft, otherwise our trip will be in vain."

Wilderness Hunter Ran Bing: "No, since Captain Mark chose a place, he must have inspected it beforehand."

Wasteland Hunter Mo Cheng: "That's true. I wonder if the meteorite can kill the Extreme Devouring Beast."

Downey the Wilderness Hunter: "It's a beautiful thought. The Extreme Devouring Beast can be resurrected, so how could it be crushed to death?"

Wild Hunter Erica: "I think it's possible. If the meteorite is big enough, the Devouring Beast will be smashed into a pulp. Let's see how it can be resurrected."

Downey the Wilderness Hunter: "You can be resurrected even if you smash it into a pulp, it just takes a little longer."

Wild Hunter Feixue: "No, the Devouring Beast can definitely be killed, but we haven't found a way yet."

Wild Hunter Erica: "I agree. If you chop the pole beast into meat paste and throw it into the incinerator and burn it to ashes, I don't believe it can be resurrected."

Wilderness hunter Ran Bing: "If the meteorite really kills a large number of pole-devouring beasts, our mission will be safer. It is best that not a single pole-devouring beast can touch it."

Wild Hunter Downey: "I'm afraid that the movement of the meteorite will attract more pole-devouring beasts. Maybe it has become a monster's lair there, just waiting for us to come to you."

Penny the Hunter: "Bah, bah, bah, crow's mouth!"

"Attention everyone, we are about to reach the target location."

Captain Mark's voice came from the communicator.

"receive."

Everyone put away their jokes and began to perform final routine inspections. The car became quiet except for the roar of the engine.

Not long after, the outline of an interstellar spacecraft appeared in the field of vision. Nearly one-third of it was buried under the sand. From a distance, it looked like a sleeping prehistoric beast.

"Wow, it's so big!"

"We're almost catching up with the lighthouse."

"I can not wait any more!"

"..."

While he was talking, some strange black plants began to appear around him.

Some are clinging to rocks, some are crawling into cracks in the ground, and some are wrapped around dilapidated cars on the roadside. They have weird shapes and are extremely uncomfortable.

As the motorcade gradually deepens, there are more and more vegetation, as if it has entered a strange and dense primitive jungle.

The armored vehicle stopped a few hundred meters away from the spacecraft.

Mark jumped out of the car and walked to a mound by the road. He carefully observed the black vines wrapped around it and frowned slightly.

Others from the Hunter Elite Team also followed.

Ran Bing wondered: "This doesn't seem to be a Mana plant."

"Indeed not."

Mark's tone was very certain: "I have memorized the Mana Creatures Illustrated Book by heart, and this thing is definitely not in it, and its appearance does not match the characteristics of Mana creatures."

Penny was surprised: "I didn't expect that there are plants on the ground that have not been eroded by Mana ecology. It's incredible!"

Donnie pulled out the dagger, glanced at Mark, and when he nodded, he stepped forward cautiously.

The black vine was very tough, and it took a lot of effort to cut off a small section as thick as a thumb.

The cross-section is rough and uneven, containing countless fine fibrous tissues without any sap leaking out, just like the roots of a long-dead tree.

Everyone observed for a long time, but could not come up with any results. They could only take the containers for collecting Mana ecological samples, put them in, and prepare to take them back to Dr. Carrie for research.

After taking a look at the criss-crossing black vegetation in front of him, Mark hesitated for a moment and decided to continue the mission.

According to the Hunter Code of Conduct, when encountering such a strange and strange situation, the mission should be abandoned for safety reasons.

However, the energy of the lighthouse is about to be exhausted. If new energy is not brought back, it can only last for ten days at most. The location of this mission is the most likely resource collection point with energy reserves.

Even if there are risks, we must face the difficulties.

As soon as Mark gave the order, everyone took action immediately.

The heavily armed hunters filed out and divided into two teams to patrol the surrounding areas. The dust laborers were responsible for setting up temporary camps and carrying weapons, heavy objects and other items.

Professional training.

It didn't take long for the camp to be set up and basic defenses set up around it.

When everything was ready, Mark led the Hunter Team 1 into the spacecraft, while Team 2, led by the oldest Jeff, stayed outside to guard.

The dark corridor was silent, and fine dust slowly floated in the air.

A beam of light suddenly broke in, breaking the darkness that had been entrenched here for countless years. Immediately more light poured in, and it suddenly seemed like day.

A group of dozens of people walked carefully in the dusty spaceship. The surroundings were so quiet that they could even hear their own breathing.

Mark and Mo Cheng opened the way at the front, while Donnie, Penny, and Ran Bing walked in the middle of the team. The other hunters surrounded the three of them, and the dust laborers were scattered on the outermost edge.

The team structure is not reasonable, but it ensures the safety of the hunters to the greatest extent.

Once attacked by a pole-eating beast, the outermost mortals can undoubtedly use their humble lives to provide the hunters with some time to adapt, even if it is only a few seconds, it is worthwhile.

As the team continued to deepen, a large amount of meat and soil appeared in front of them.

Human corpses that have lost their vitality are like dead tree trunks, standing in the dark corridor, hundreds of them densely packed, as if growing in the corpse mountain and bone forest of hell.

Ordinary people would probably be scared to death just by looking at it.

The team stopped and Mo Cheng stepped forward to check. After confirming that there was no danger, he used a flashlight to send a safety signal.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and continued to move forward with guns in hand.

Walking through the scary meat forest, a group of young people in their twenties were not only not afraid, but were in a mood to look at them carefully.

I saw these earthy faces with peaceful expressions, chatting and laughing, and showed no signs of being frightened. They obviously died in the hallucinations of Orang Zongsu.

There were adults holding babies, children running hand in hand, and young men and women hugging each other tightly, behaving very intimately.

Ran Bing looked at this scene with curiosity in his eyes, and a series of strange thoughts emerged in his mind.

Why are you so close?

The noses are almost touching.

Keep staring at each other.

Aren't your eyes dry?

"It is said that in the old world, people could be so close to each other as long as they wanted to."

Penny and Ran Bing walked side by side and explained with a smile.

"Wow!"

Ran Bing exclaimed in a low voice, feeling that his outlook on life had been impacted, and then looked thoughtfully at Mark in front of the team.

"Those are bad habits from the old world." Donnie said disdainfully.

Ran Bing quickly lowered his head to cover up.