The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Patton's arrow seemed to detonate a powder keg.

The howling sound the injured monster made when escaping was like a signal at a certain frequency, instantly attracting more monsters.

These monsters used the mist rising in the forest and the large number of black trees as cover to attack the agent team from all directions.

Faced with the sudden attack and the thicker fog that interfered with vision, the elite tactical team of fifty people was suddenly reduced to thirty-two people, and the remaining people were more or less injured.

However, after experiencing the initial commotion, the agents quickly calmed down and formed a formation.

With the powerful fire suppression of the modern weapons in hand, the bullets made a rumble when they began to roar, and the sound of crossfire could be heard clearly from miles away, just like the scythe wielded by the God of Death, it began to harvest the lives of these monsters.

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No matter what these things are, they obviously cannot violate the laws of physics.

With the skilled cooperation of the special agent tactical team, they quickly switched from defense to attack and advanced step by step. After killing more than a dozen monsters, the remaining monsters saw that something was wrong and retreated into the depths of the forest howling.

The entire battle lasted no more than five minutes from start to finish.

But in just five minutes, nearly half of the tactical team's casualties were caused, and most of the dead companions were violently torn into pieces by the monsters without leaving even a single intact body.

Although the battle is over, the price is too high.

Everyone was still frightened, breathing heavily and looking around in horror.

"Damn, there is indeed a problem here!"

Barton looked at the broken corpses of his dead companions everywhere, and rushed to Eric angrily, lifted the old man up directly, and growled: "Why didn't you tell us in advance that there is a group of bloodthirsty monsters here?!"

"No...Barton, I swear, I don't know!"

Eric was startled by him and shouted in horror: "I never encountered the forest last time. I entered through a cobblestone path and then found the ancient tribe. I have never encountered these monsters at all!"

"Hey, Patton, you can't blame him!"

Upon seeing this, Natasha hurried up, grabbed the angry Barton, and shouted: "If Dr. Eric had seen these monsters in advance, how could he not tell us? He almost died just now!"

"I'm sorry...Eric, Natasha."

Barton let go of the frightened Eric, took two weak steps back, inserted ten fingers deeply into the roots of his hair, and said with a bitter look on his face: "I'm a little out of control, these people are trained by me, they don't

Damn... so cruel."

The members of this elite tactical team were once students trained by Patton himself.

But now he died in such a tragic way and was torn apart like food by the monsters. This made him, a former instructor and teacher, feel very uncomfortable and angry, so he spread his anger on Eric.

on the head.

"No, I can't blame you, Barton."

Natasha knew the pain in his heart, so she stepped forward, hugged Barton with her arms, and comforted softly: "None of us expected that monsters would suddenly appear here. They came too suddenly."

"Chief Patton, you need to see this!"

A member of an elite tactical team crouched next to the dead monster, waving his hand to summon them over.

Barton took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in his heart, walked to the team member, squatted down and looked at the monster corpse.

It's okay not to look at it, but when I looked at it, several people's brows were deeply furrowed, showing expressions of disgust and disgust.

The monster's appearance resembles that of a human being, with obvious limbs and reproductive organs. Its muscles have basically degenerated, and it is as thin and skinny as a branch. The shape of its palms is close to the claws of some kind of predator, and its skin is green.

It is in a rotten state, and some viscous liquid is constantly exuding from the outside.

"Ugh...it smells so bad!"

Natasha covered her mouth and nose, this thing exuded an unpleasant fishy smell.

How to describe this smell... It's like methyl indole, commonly known as skatole.

This is a non-toxic chemical substance, and the gas is several times stronger than this thing. It can even be clearly felt at a close distance, and it can cause irritation to the eyeballs and nasal cavity.

"Smell is not the point, Natasha."

Patton pulled out his saber expressionlessly and teased the wounds and parts of the corpse.

Natasha once suspected that this man had no sense of smell. Otherwise, if he was observing at such a close distance, he would be thankful to God if he could not spit it out, let alone use a saber to jump away from the source of the stench.

"It's a rotten organ. This guy is human."

Barton used a knife to violently cut open the monster's chest. Although it was almost rotten inside, human organs could still be seen.

"Their claws are as sharp as those of lizard men, but they do not have the corresponding intelligence." Natasha stared at the appearance of these monsters, and a bold idea suddenly came to her mind: "Could it be that... these monsters are...

A lizardman who failed to transform?"

"You are right, we are in the right place."

Barton exhaled a breath, slowly stood up and said: "This should be very close to the Severn Valley, otherwise there would not be so many failed products. Everyone should be on alert and go to the enemy's lair to see!"

After a short period of preparation, the tactical team continued to set off.

However, this time they changed their positions. There were small teams on the left and right wings to guard. Patton and a few people were conducting the exploration and advancement. Natasha was at the rear to guard against enemies that suddenly appeared from the rear. They maintained a standard tactical formation and advanced steadily.

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As the fog gradually thickens in the forest, a winding path paved with gray cobblestones appears.

"This is it! This is it!"

Eric pointed to the cobblestone path and exclaimed: "It was through this path that I found the ancient tribe."

Barton looked at the end of the trail and found that deep into the forest, there was no end at all.

In such a place full of weird atmosphere, there is actually an artificial cobblestone path. No matter which angle you look at it, it makes people feel inconsistent.

And as the fog thickens, the visible range further shrinks, the light becomes thinner, and the entire environment is shrouded in darkness, which undoubtedly intensifies the invisible terrifying atmosphere and makes people almost breathless.

"Stand around, let's be careful."

Patton made a few tactical gestures, put his fingers on the bow string and was ready to fire at any time, and slowly moved forward along the cobblestone road.

The cobblestone road soaked in water vapor felt slippery when stepped on, so every step had to be more careful. The entire team advanced very slowly, and everyone's attention was raised to the limit. They were so nervous that they even subconsciously relaxed their breathing.

Weeds grew thickly on both sides of the road, and it looked like they had not been pruned for a long time.

As the fog became thicker and thicker, and when the visual range did not exceed five meters, the members of the pathfinder and Patton suddenly stopped. Everyone following behind nervously raised their guns and aimed at the place surrounded by the fog ahead.

"Barton, why did you stop?"

Natasha asked in a low voice, cold sweat breaking out in her hand holding the gun.

"The lake...is a lake..."

Barton took several deep breaths to calm down the shock in his heart: "We found... the lake in the myth!"