I seem to be an evil god

The jungle is a very suitable area for covert activities. Trees block the view and vines cover up traces. Countless human killers lurk here. The toxins released by some alien species in an instant can be worth 300 rounds of healing.

The Blackwater Adventure Group was walking through the jungle. They had no objection to the next action of cooperating with the werewolves to massacre humans, but the strange events that happened last night made them panic.

Several powerful members were taken away in an instant and disappeared in the dense trees without any resistance. They began to worry about their situation, because the strength of most of the members was similar to that of those who were kidnapped before.

Will I be next?

This is the question in everyone's mind. They asked themselves for a long time until

"ah!"

"What!" "Who!" "Who!"

The members were in a mess. They only saw a shadow flashing in the air, and then the last member disappeared.

At this time, a decisive leader will make a more reckless choice, because human beings' worship of personal heroic ideas can allow them to overcome fear.

"Chapman, you are temporarily in charge of the team! Lancey! Promi! Ward! You follow me and you must find this bastard who attacked us!"

Zacharias rushes into the jungle with three agile members, even if the path ahead is completely shrouded in darkness.

"There are traces here, heading west!"

"Get ready for battle!"

"I'll go first, you can support me at any time!"

Hearing the voices of Zacharias and others in the darkness, the team members gradually regained their confidence. They changed formations under the command of deputy Chapman, with long-range forces standing in the middle and melee experts ready to attack.

The Blackwater Adventure Group has become famous in the south, and its strength is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary teams.

boom!

The sound waves of the battle came from the jungle, and the team members were shocked. It seemed that the team leader had found the attacker!

Three minutes later, Zacharias came back with the head of a giant anaconda and threw it to the ground with a thud.

"keep going!"

The members of the group let out suppressed cheers. Regardless of whether it was the anaconda that attacked them or not, Zacharias's behavior greatly improved their morale.

They walked through the vines spreading from the branches, and crossed the rocky stream. A crooked old tree was used as a swing, and the moss on the boulders stuck to the soles of everyone's shoes.

Ten minutes later, Zacharias stopped. He called Chapman and asked in a low voice, "Are we lost?"

Chapman looked calm, but what he said made Zacharias's face darken.

"Captain, we have been here three times."

"you sure?"

"The mark on the crooked neck tree was carved by me three minutes ago."

Zacharias looked carefully and saw a brand new mark on the familiar crooked-neck tree in front of him. Even the sap flowing out of the tree had not solidified and was still dripping downward.

"Stop! Get your bearings!"

Zacharias did not hide the fact that he was lost, and it would be better for him to tell it now than for the group members to find out on their own.

The hunters took out the path-finding tree disks, and the stargazers looked up at the sky. Three minutes later, the team changed directions and continued moving forward.

"Back again!"

Five minutes later, a member of the group pointed at the boulder blocking the road and shouted: "We are back again! There is a mark I made here!"

Without Zacharias's order, the group members stopped on their own, leaving and returning repeatedly. They could almost memorize the surrounding scenery.

They have seen these four things seven times: the vine wall, the small stream, the crooked neck tree, and the big bluestone.

Sometimes they hit the vine wall first, then the stream, sometimes they crossed the stream first, then the vine wall. They seemed to be trapped in a maze, leaving countless times and returning countless times from different directions.

Panic spread in people's hearts. Zacharias looked at the increasingly panicked team, but there was nothing he could do.

Even if he himself is afraid, how can he bring confidence to others.

"Cut down the tree!"

Suddenly, one of the group members looked at Zacharias and shouted: "Let's cut down these bushes and don't follow the path!"

Zacharias thought for a moment and nodded slowly. There was no other way. At least he didn't have to go back to the same place again and again.

Cut down trees!

The extremely frightened people vented their emotions on the trees. Rows of century-old giant trees were cut down by them. After walking a hundred meters in one direction, they finally encountered a different scene:

A big tree felled by lightning.

The panicked people stopped and turned around to look back. The four objects had fallen behind them, standing vaguely in the faint light of the torches.

"We're out!"

The members cheered without restraint. Now that they had forgotten the raid mission, they could still worry about hiding their traces.

"Captain, our current location should be here. Going forward is the Yajiao Basin."

Chapman held up a map, on which the lightning-struck trees were specially marked.

Zacharias' expression changed as he looked at the cheering members. The werewolves must have heard the loud cheers.

"Keep your voices down!"

Zacharias quickly stopped the cheers of the group members, and walked a hundred meters forward when he saw the werewolf elder Yatu Yaro with his back turned.

The corner of Zacharias's mouth twitched, and he could only walk a few steps quickly, and said to please: "Elder Yatu Yaro, it was our fault just now, we shouldn't have yelled, the jungle roads are complicated, and we accidentally got lost."

"Hmph! I've been here so many times and still get lost! How stupid!"

"I really doubt whether working with you is the right thing to do!"

"If the human camp is prepared, you must pay the price!"

The voices of several young werewolves came, and Zacharias's expression changed and he straightened his back.

"Elder Yatu, I respect you for being of the same level as you, but you, the juniors, are going too far!"

Zacharias released the fourth level of pressure, "Master, it's not for them to evaluate!"

"What are you talking about! Zacharias, I think you are looking for death!"

Zacharias looked slightly angry, raised his hand and slapped it in the direction of the sound, and a huge palm of energy swept out.

"Elder Yatu, this junior is ignorant, let me teach you a lesson."

"Ha! Idiot, you missed it!"

The young werewolf's provocative voice came, and Zacharias became completely angry.

"Elder Yatu, don't you say anything?"

"Trash! Trash! Hit me!"

"Elder Yatu, if you don't speak, then I will take action!"

"You fight!"

"Elder Yatu!"

Zacharias finally couldn't help but grab the shoulder of the werewolf who was facing away from him, "Do you still want to?"

Before he finished speaking, Yatu Yaro's body was pulled to the ground with a snap, and where his chest and abdomen were originally, seven werewolf faces were crowded on top, three of which kept opening and closing their mouths. , mocking Zacharias.

"What a monster!"

Zacharias punched in panic, and Yatu Yaro's body was beaten to a pulp by him. Seven werewolf faces flew everywhere, but they still did not stop taunting him.

"Haha! Stupid."

"Ah! What is this? Save me, save me!"

"Help, there's a monster!"

Zacharias suddenly turned around and realized that they had been completely surrounded by fog at some point.

He raised his eyes and looked around, but there were no fingers in sight.