Pollution throughout the territory

Explosions sounded from time to time, but the housing agent had no time to pay attention.

On the first floor of the hospital outpatient department, sunlight shines in through the cracks on the wall, and the interior is in a messy state.

Most of the original tables and chairs were damaged, and there were potholes everywhere on the floor. Even the thick clinic desk was smashed in half, and the jagged gaps were stained with black blood.

Based on these traces, one can probably guess how brutal the battle was.

The real estate agent gasped violently, threw the broken chair leg aside, then took a few steps back and squatted weakly on the ground.

In front of him, the intruder had completely disappeared, leaving only a body covered with scars.

I don’t know how he, who was so weak just now, managed to kill a heretic with his bare hands.

After just a few seconds of rest, the real estate agent suddenly coughed in pain, clutching his chest, then opened his mouth and vomited a large mouthful of blood.

In the diseased area that was originally completely covered by the bandage, the fungi had expanded their parasitic range and spread outside the bandage.

"Things are getting worse, and if this continues..."

The real estate agent frowned, took out the last bit of water from his pocket and drank it, which relieved the pain a little.

He tried to sit up and came to the window.

There was no movement near the hospital. It seemed that all the pagans had gone after Xia Ren. At least he was safe for the time being, but he couldn't take it completely lightly.

"It's better to wait outside the town."

The real estate agent made a decision. He used his remaining strength to walk out of the breach in the wall where the pagans had just broken in, and carefully observed the surrounding situation.

Fortunately, there was no danger, so he didn't dare to delay and hurriedly walked out of the town.

After more than ten minutes, there were no buildings around the housing agency. There was only a long-standing road at our feet, extending up the slope. As long as we walked out, we would be completely safe.

As he fled for his life, the explosions coming from the town behind him became increasingly intensive.

At first, the real estate agent thought it was caused by the fierce battle between Xia Ren and the priest, but now it has developed to this point, and the sound of cannons has become as dense as that of children who have set off cannons for many years. One after another, one after another, with no intention of stopping. , this is obviously abnormal.

"What on earth is Xia Ren doing inside? Are there weapons hidden in the town?"

The housing agent couldn't help but picture the pagans holding guns and pulling out cannons, firing at the running Xia Ren.

But then he shook his head, maybe feeling that his imagination was a little too rich.

Out of caution, the real estate agent refrained from looking back. It was not until he walked out of the basin and reached the highest point of the road and confirmed that it was safe that he finally had the time to pay attention to Xia Ren's situation.

But when he looked at the town again, he couldn't help but be stunned.

At this time, the town has completely lost its appearance. There is smoke everywhere, raging fires are burning on the streets, billowing smoke columns are inserted into the sky, a large number of houses have collapsed, and obvious explosions can be clearly seen. trace.

The real estate agent couldn't help but be a little stunned. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he saw it correctly.

"What on earth is going on? Did a bomber just come?"

He felt unbelievable,

The town is devastated, looking like a battlefield that existed thousands of years ago.

In the impression of the real estate agent, except for occasionally seeing this kind of scene in the chaotic areas of Nanzhou, it has long since disappeared in other places.

Just when he was in a daze, the explosion sounded again, echoing throughout the depression.

The real estate agent took out the monocular from his pocket and looked at the place where the explosion had just occurred. His jaw dropped in shock.

"This boy, this boy..."

Because the scene was so shocking, the real estate agent was speechless for a moment.

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"Ha ha ha ha!"

Xia Ren's face was glowing red, and he was holding a gas can in each hand. As he ran, he laughed and threw one at the pagans behind him from time to time, blowing up a group of pagans.

Look at him jumping up and down, looking a little crazy, he looks more like a madman than those pagans!

What's even more exaggerated is that behind Xia Ren, there are seven or eight cans rolled up in huge tentacles, ready for use at any time. The whole person looks like a human arsenal.

Hundreds of pagans were chasing after him. Each of the pagans looked extremely miserable, and not a single piece of clothing on their bodies was intact. It was about to turn into a large-scale collective streaking scene.

Even though they had lost their senses and most of them only had instincts left, they were all furious. If there is a way to really self-destruct, the heretics will definitely let Xia Ren experience what saturation firepower coverage is, and let him taste the feeling of being bombed himself!

Although Xia Ren had a great time, he also realized that with the physical fitness of the pagans, it was tantamount to wishful thinking to use gas tanks to cause large-scale effective damage.

Among the heretics he has killed so far, except for a few who were actually killed by the explosion, most of the others were only slightly injured.

And as they were bombed more and more often, these infidels gradually learned to be smarter. Instead of crowding in groups on the streets, they imitated him and ran on the rooftops, trying not to get too close to their companions. .

The role of the gas tank is getting smaller and smaller. If this continues, the situation will soon become the same as it was at the beginning.

"We have to think of another way."

At this moment, a second explosion suddenly occurred in the east part of the town where the explosion had previously burned. The power of the explosion was far greater than that of the gas tank. After the explosion, the fire at the scene was also extremely violent.

"The color of this flame..."

Xia Ren grinned and suddenly became excited.

He had been looking for a gas station, but there were very few cars in the town and there was no place that looked like a gas station.

However, in a town with a large population, there is always a place where gasoline is needed, and it is impossible to have no storage at all. Now, Xia Ren finally found it.

He immediately changed direction and ran over at full speed.

The pagans' long-rotted and withered heads were unaware of the imminent danger, and they still followed him naively.

The flames were burning, emitting dark smoke and enveloping more than a dozen nearby houses.

Xia Ren didn't hesitate for a second and dived straight in.

Those pagans were more afraid of the flames and hesitated to step forward, so they could only linger on the edge of the flames.

Soon, thousands of pagans gathered around, and most of the residents of the entire town had rushed over to surround the area tightly, just waiting for Xia Ren to come out and besiege this hateful outsider together.

The real estate agent could see this scene clearly from the road thousands of meters away.

"Come closer, come closer, yes~"

A sinister smile appeared on his lips, as if he was actually there.

Sure enough, along with a burst of crazy laughter, a big bald head emerged from the flames.

Xia Ren's skin was blackened, his clothes were burned away, and all the hair on his body was gone.

He stretched his hands above his head, holding a large oil drum one meter long, nearly half a meter wide, with a capacity of 200 liters, and an identical tentacle wrapped around his back.

Xia Ren jumped to the small building that did not collapse, grinned, revealing a mouth full of shining white teeth, which formed a sharp contrast with his dark skin.

"Catch me if you can!"

He stood still and taunted loudly.

There was a brief silence, and then the pagans gathered around even more frantically.

If Xia Ren was initially pursued because of the priest's order, then after having been teased for so long, the pagans today are all filled with unbreakable hatred for Xia Ren.

They were like puppets controlled by earth-boring demonic insects, running towards Xia Ren regardless, running! The root cannot tear him into pieces, swallow every inch of his flesh and blood, and chew every bone of his!

What does it feel like to be besieged by thousands of people?

It's like you're standing on a rock in the middle of the sea that can only stand on. The sky is filled with thick dark clouds flashing with thunder, surrounded by huge waves hundreds of meters high, shooting at you - despair, nowhere to hide.

But Xia Ren didn't have any fear.

Out of his intense excitement, every cell in his body was working actively, his heart was beating wildly without sparing any effort, and his lungs were rapidly expanding and contracting to maximize the supply of blood and oxygen.

"That's it, come on, come to me!"

Seeing that the time was almost ripe, Xia Ren slightly arched his legs and jumped up hard.

The huge reaction force made the roof of the building as fragile as loose sand. After he jumped up, it suddenly collapsed. Many pagans who had climbed to the roof were buried in the rubble.

But more pagans were still gathering, and Xia Ren jumped into the air, always falling down.

They tilted their heads and raised their hands, anticipating and waiting for that moment to tear him to pieces.

From a distance, this scene looks like fanatical believers worshiping their great gods, full of absurdity.

Xia Ren showed a cruel smile, unscrewed the lid of the oil drum in his hand, and threw the oil drum down.

In mid-air, the transparent gasoline gave off a very recognizable smell, swaying down and landing on the heads of the infidels.

When the oil drum was still about three meters away from them, Xia Ren threw the crowbar.

The hard crowbar was inserted into the metal body of the oil drum, causing a cluster of sparks to collide.

In an instant, the flames spread uncontrollably, and then,

"boom--"

The oil barrel exploded above the ground. For a moment, the light it emitted made the sunlight above the head look extremely dim. The flames with high temperature and burning attachments enveloped all the pagans with a radius of dozens of meters. Those in this area The pagans had nowhere to hide and could only watch themselves being swallowed up by the flames.

Xia Ren was also instantly burned by the high temperature, and the skin on his body immediately became red and swollen, causing him unbearable pain. The aftermath of the explosion blew him aside, but fortunately, with the healing power of Rootless Water, he had not yet landed. The burn was mostly healed. He used his tentacles to adjust his center of gravity and landed firmly on the ground.

Compared with how comfortable he was here, the pagans' side was like a deep hell.

What is it like to have hundreds or thousands of people screaming together?

Xia Ren felt like his eardrums were about to be burst.

The power of an oil barrel explosion is not reflected in the shock wave, but in the flames it brings.

The heathens gathered together to such an extent that they were helpless in the face of the flames. The houses were burning and the people were burning. Moreover, due to the heathens' strong vitality, they could not die easily and could only endure it continuously. Tortured.

The extremely painful pagans are like headless flies scurrying around, trying to seek help from their companions, but often once they come into contact with their companions, they will hug each other tightly because of the pain, causing both of them to die together.

So the burning people kept chasing their companions, while their companions tried their best to avoid them and did not want to be buried together.

The deformed throats of the pagans cannot produce human voices normally. If they could speak, Xia Ren felt that they would definitely shout: "Don't come here!"

Xia Ren stood in the distance, watching all this, and the heretics who had narrowly escaped the explosion also discovered his figure, but the strange thing was that none of them dared to come over again.

The situation suddenly turned around due to an explosion.

"Come and catch me!"

Xia Ren shouted.

The pagans were just busy avoiding their burning companions, and no one paid any attention to him.

Xia Ren shouted again, "If you don't come, I will go over!"

"!!!"pagan.

Hearing these words, the surviving pagans collectively accelerated their speed. The fear of being destroyed even made them overcome the priest's order and flee in the opposite direction to Xia Ren.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Xia Ren laughed loudly, holding up the last gasoline barrel with both hands, and chased after the infidel.

He was so excited that he didn't notice that on the system page, his pollution value had increased to over 50/100.

But even if he noticed it, he probably wouldn't care as he was immersed in happiness.

"Don't run away. Let's get together and get close. I'm super friendly!"

Xia Ren shouted while chasing him. He wanted to talk to everyone, but no one appreciated it.

Some of the pagans who had slower legs and feet and had just arrived now saw that Xia Ren was about to go over, but then they met his companions who were trying to escape with panic on their faces and hesitated for a moment.

Although the new heretics didn't know what terrible thing had just happened, they subconsciously fled with them, proving that even if they are irrational, people still have a herd mentality.

The scene in the town suddenly became strange. Xia Ren, who was originally being chased by everyone, suddenly changed his identity and started chasing everyone.

And in the process of running, as more and more new pagans joined, the fleeing team became larger and larger, like a shepherd dog chasing a group of sheep.

After running like this for a while, Xia Ren realized that there was no way he could catch up with them. These pagans were frightened and they would not gain much if they continued to pursue them.

He stopped and accidentally saw the church in the center of the town out of the corner of his eye.

Startled.

Xia Ren was having so much fun that it was only then that he finally recalled the business.

"I hope the real estate agent didn't wait too long..."

Looking at the sun that had slipped towards the west unknowingly, he thought without confidence.

Xia Ren rolled up the oil drum with his tentacles, intending to leave the gift to the priest, and then walked straight to the church.

Along the way, the pagans carefully hid and watched from a distance, and no one dared to run over and stop him.

In order to reduce the possibility of being completely besieged when he escaped, Xia Ren had been running around the outside of the town, so the church was very lucky not to be affected.

He quickly walked up the stone steps and entered the church door. In the wide hall, there were rows of benches arranged neatly.

The flames were raging outside, and half of the houses in the town were burning. The clean and tidy atmosphere here felt a bit inconsistent.

Xia Ren didn't stop and continued walking inside.

The remains of the statue that had been smashed by the priest were still in their original position, and no one had moved them.

After seeing the statue, Xia Ren had more doubts in his heart.

"What kind of god is this?"

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Because it's so weird.

The statue was broken into several large pieces, but did not become shattered, so you can still roughly see what it looked like when it was complete.

Xia Ren originally thought that the residents of the town believed in the more common human-shaped gods, but the statue of the god in this town was actually a huge... mouse?

He thought he had seen it wrong, but he looked at it several times, and even simply put the pieces together, and finally determined that the statue of the god believed in the town did indeed look like a big mouse.

"What kind of strange belief is this?"

Xia Ren looked at it for a while, but couldn't see any clues, and then stopped paying attention to the statue.

He came here mainly to find that transcendent thing that could inhibit fungal parasitism.

The almost crazy escape and fighting just now has caused many parts of his body to be infected with neurological fungi, especially the tentacles, which are even more serious. Just because the time is short now, the fungi have not multiplied to a certain extent. It is estimated that he will not be able to find a way to remove them until night , once the problem breaks out, Xia Ren will completely lose his ability to fight, and then there will really be nothing he can do.

It can be said that he has now entered the countdown.

My crotch was a bit cold and I wasn't used to it, but basically all the clothes I could find in the town had been worn by others. Xia Ren was a bit of a germaphobe, so I had to pay more attention to this aspect.

And there are fungi everywhere here. Wearing random clothes can easily cause infection. There is no one else anyway, so he just stays naked.

The tentacles on the back of Xia Ren's head rolled up the gasoline barrel and searched the church, rummaging through all the places where things could be hidden.

But sadly, there was nothing.

He went to the back of the church and the collapsed residence where the priest originally lived. He put down the oil drum and swept away the garbage with his tentacles, but he also found no suspicious items.

The body of the woman who committed suicide with a pistol was still lying under the rubble. Xia Ren squatted down and noticed something strange.

At such a close distance, the pistol bullet only penetrated into her brain and did not penetrate from the other side. The hardness of this skull was somewhat beyond ordinary people.

Xia Ren suddenly thought that the housing agency had speculated that the town was falling into pollution and that the Elder Society might be behind it. Perhaps this woman was one of the members of the Elder Society.

The woman's eyes were open, severely bloodshot and turned blood red, with a heart-stopping smile on her lips.

Xia Ren originally wanted to take a photo of her and hand it over to the foundation for identification when the matter was over, but his cell phone and all his belongings had been lost in the flames while looking for gasoline barrels, so he had no choice but to give up.

He groped around the woman and found nothing but some money.

But having said that, the woman's clothes were quite clean. She didn't look like she was infected by fungus, so at most the clothes were just stained with some dust.

Xia Ren was confused for a while.

"ah!"

He suddenly slapped his head and remembered another thing.

"dice."

The dice also fell into the flames.

"But what should I do? I can't find that transcendent thing anywhere."

Xia Ren opened his mouth slightly and looked up at the sky.

No one could answer his questions, no one could give him advice.

The flames were still burning and spreading very quickly. Most of the entire town had been engulfed in flames, so that the sky above the town was gradually covered with gray smoke.

The sun was about to set, Xia Ren's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He stood like this for a few seconds, sighed and made a decision.

Xia Ren put the oil drum on the spot and walked straight to the direction where the mobile phone and dice were left.

Most of the streets here were impassable because of the flames, but he didn't care.

The surviving pagans were hiding far away, quietly observing Xia Ren's movements. For some reason, even though the flames would soon devour the entire town, they still chose to stay here and did not leave.

Xia Ren didn't pay attention to these surviving pagans, but stretched out his tentacles to absorb all the corpses of the pagans he met along the way.

The deformation is to such an extent that each heretic can bring Xia Ren an income of 400 to 500 achievement points.

And with each one he absorbed, he could feel the strength in his body returning a little.

"It seems that my guess was correct."

Xia Ren once encountered Qiuqiu people riding Baiyaki. They were able to use spells called "Virui's Seal" and "Spiritual Razor". Under Yi Zhiyu's explanation, he learned about it for the first time. Magic concept.

From that moment on, Xia Ren had a vague suspicion that that was the origin of the achievement points.

After experiencing so many incidents, he has gradually understood that the system is not a bug in this world, and even has very limited capabilities. Although he still does not know who arranged the system and what its purpose is, any power has a source, and if you want to obtain it, Some things require a corresponding price.

Magic power can be understood as the energy stored in the body.

In addition to being able to obtain a small number of tasks, most of the achievement points can be increased by sealing infected bodies and pollutants. It can be boldly guessed that the achievement points may be the energy obtained from these pollutants. In essence, It is the same thing as magic power, but the form and name are different, but the effect is basically the same.

There had never been a chance before, but now this guess was finally confirmed by Xia Ren.

Achievement points are equal to magic power. The tentacles absorb pollutants and convert their power into their own magic power.

"It's really an evil approach."

Xia Ren laughed unconsciously. Fortunately, at first he thought he was doing something just and saving the world. In the end, the system just used deceptive terms and deliberately confused concepts to cover up the truth and actually seal the infection. The body is just to accumulate magic power for itself.

However, Ming Shui, Ming Candle, Old Seal and Physics Crowbar are all things that can be redeemed from the system. Regarding this, Xia Ren still cannot figure out how the system operates.

These pagans are all covered with neurological fungi. When they absorb their power, the rate of spread of the fungus on their own bodies will also increase.

Xia Ren knew this, but didn't care.

He needs strength now.

Walking on the burning streets, the huge tentacles rolled around, rolling up the corpses of the heretics one by one, absorbing the energy, and then throwing them into the flames.

Xia Ren forgot how many corpses he had devoured in total. He only knew that on the system page, his achievement points had soared to more than 100,000.

He walked into the flames, found the dice, and temporarily stuffed them into the suction cups of the tentacles. As for the mobile phone, it had been burned to ashes.

Large swaths of bacterial plaque adhered tightly to Xia Ren's skin, making his entire appearance look a bit terrifying. The tentacles that were in close contact with the pagans were even more horrific, as they were almost entirely wrapped in bacterial plaque.

The pain eroded Xia Ren's sanity, but his strength temporarily reached an unprecedented height, even beyond its peak.

He took a deep breath, then jumped up suddenly, whistling, and jumped towards the outside of the town.

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On the edge of the town, in the cemetery.

The dense tombstones were scattered and fell together. The flat ground that was originally covered with wall grass was filled with potholes and was filled with coffins that had been opened and all the bones inside had been dragged out.

The stench of decaying corpses filled the air and was nauseating. The priest's majestic body, nearly three meters tall, was currently squatting in the soil, his thick arms alternately digging at an ancient tomb.

Suddenly, he stopped, stood up, and looked back.

"I didn't expect you to be alive."

His white hair was disheveled, and there was no expression on the priest's angular and determined face.

In his blue eyes reflected a demonic figure.