Chapter 435 Transformation

The mercenaries swallowed their saliva. If they lost the drone, they would also lose the means of security reconnaissance.

It became more difficult for them to step into the magnificent woodland before them. It is said that the land in front of them was originally covered with rubbish, which were piled up like mountains and endlessly, but what they saw now was a wild and vast primitive jungle.

Green and colorful plants grow wildly under the night sky, pink giant flowers, green vines and towering old trees can be seen everywhere, moss and rocks are scattered everywhere. If you don't witness it with your own eyes, it's hard to imagine how vibrant this place is.

The drones were easily shot down in the forest, and these mercenaries felt strongly threatened, but the warriors who came to the battlefield in person would not be easily deterred.

In principle, they are heading towards inevitable death, and this is an industry that is priced in blood. No matter how cruel and terrifying supernatural phenomena they face, they must give up their lives.

In addition, insurance companies will double-check their death reports, and cowardly deaths will prevent their loved ones from obtaining compensation.

In an age when ideals and courage can be bought with money, mercenaries whisper swears at unreal threats, exchange glances, make sure each other's morale is high, and check their weaponry one last time.

Eight people carry "Snake" type 7mm main battle rifles, and four people use electric energy submachine guns, which can easily use high-speed energy ammunition to erode armor. Other items such as frag grenades, pulse bombs, healing needles, repair kits, military stabs or daggers are also readily available.

After checking, they left two to guard the evacuation ship, while the rest stepped into the Great Woodland with a desperate determination.

Modern mercenaries are more flexible than their predecessors. They have undergone appropriate human body transformation and are equipped with composite artificial eyes, which have the functions of magnification, night vision, and lookout, replacing the bulky night vision goggles and binoculars. Improvements also allow them to wear light and strong helmets and armor.

Not only that, they carry less bulky rocket launchers and individual anti-aircraft missiles, and replace them with wrist-popping bee-type missiles and laser shoulder cannons, which are more portable. These artificial kits are connected together by a bundle of bionic circuits running through the spine, and are powered uniformly.

Energy is supplied in various ways. If the power consumption of the device is low, the tiny gears in the knee joints are usually used. When the mercenaries move through the forest, with each step they take, the gears in their knees rotate rapidly to generate electricity.

The electronic products buried in their bodies make them feel extra confident. They don't rely on their flesh and blood to move forward. Companies, developers and retailers help them in the dark, making them the refined mercenaries of this era. Advertisements in promotional programs Words also make them feel more at ease, all the equipment are precise and effective.

"Safe ahead."

"No trace of monster detected."

"No life response within 200 meters."

"Cheer up, we must collect enough information to figure out what happened in this place." The mercenaries marched in a tactical formation to ensure that threats from all directions would be discovered immediately, while constantly recording the images in front of them.

After walking for ten minutes, they had gone deep into the magnificent woodland, and even picked up the drone that was shot down before, which suffered electromagnetic interference and was seriously damaged.

"It's too quiet here." A mercenary couldn't help but said, the muzzle of his gun moved down an inch, and he looked up at the cloudy sky, with the full moon hidden behind the clouds.

Almost in response to his words, there was a rustling sound in the soil.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of strong and powerful vines broke through the ground, entangled and captured them like ropes! The mercenaries shouted to destroy the vines with guns, flamethrowers or sabers.

Every tree shook violently at this time, making extremely harsh and chaotic sounds, and the flying green vines caused the mercenaries to fall into chaos.

In an instant, they go from fearless technological warriors to frightened herds as they face the world's most terrifying adversary - nature itself.

The earth is no longer reliable, the soil is churning underfoot, the sweet smell of pollen is bouncing on their olfactory receptors, the vines are like whips and sharp knives, and madness pours out the wrath of nature on them.

"careful!"

"Keep your distance!" A mercenary pulled down the handle of a portable flamethrower, the end of which met his belly, drawing liquid fuel from his metal intestines, and he saw the blue-green flame explode in front of him. , The sea of ​​fire spread across the grass, the night was illuminated, the grass was lit, the more fuel the injector consumed, the lighter his body felt.

Roaring loudly, he vowed to conquer nature until the black creature reappeared.

boom!

Another bolt of lightning spread at high speed, like a transparent giant blade waving in the blink of an eye, passing across the battlefield. Even the most advanced protective equipment present could not resist electromagnetic pulse waves of this level. Implants were crushed by high temperature and electric arc in an instant. , They screamed, losing control of their bodies, as fragile as if all their bones had been pulled out, they fell to the ground easily, and their internal organs were all ignited.

When they lost all their electrical appliances, the only thing they could do was to see the monster clearly with their naked eyes and shudder at its terrifying appearance.

It was it that shot down the drone with the thunder light before. It was a huge mouse, the largest female mouseman. She had a slender head, a huge snout full of sharp teeth, a slender body, long legs arched back, and roots at the end of her limbs. A rat's claw, extremely sharp, the razor-like long tail sweeping back and forth, and deformed bone spurs continuously sprouting along the back, it is a complete nightmare.

"No, no..." The mercenaries fell on the ground in pain. When the end of their lives was approaching, their greatest wish was to deny all of this. They were sad and greedy to enjoy the last time of their lives, every second of their breath Precious.

The ruthless natural executioner followed, wrapped their necks in vines, hoisted them up and dragged them away, tightening their restraints as they went, until they died.

The corpses of these mercenaries will hang evenly across the fringes of the magnificent woodland, weathered and eaten by crows and maggots, their rotting appearance a warning to those who come after they step into the protected area. Think twice before the woodland.

"Beautiful." Faroza appeared from the depths of the dense forest at night, and approached the bloody slaughterhouse step by step. The pungent smell of burned gasoline on the ground reminded her of those failed works in the alchemy workshop.

"You're here too." Sally turned around and looked down at Faroza.

"I like it here, and I like being with people of equal power." Faroza walked in front of Sally and talked to her like a long-lost friend. "I used to believe that I was superior, so I was mocked by fate. Call me a lone shadow and be forced to flee alone. Now I am keen to make allies, and I hope this time I can defeat the enemy."

Sally felt terrified in front of Falosa. This witch regarded life as a trifling matter, and life and death were in the middle of her mind. She had to be obedient and do her best to cater to her, otherwise she would incur heinous punishment.

She turned her head to look at the dark forest, hoping to see the ancient gods dormant here, but she didn't. The vines retracted into the depths of the earth, and the trees stopped shaking, leaving her alone to face Faroza herself.

"I just want to find the answer." Sally walked in the depths of the woods, her speed getting faster and faster, "I like this big woodland."

"Better than any city..." Farosa followed closely behind, and Sally started to run, walking like flying. She walked through the forest like a phantom. Follow slowly.

Sally came to the huge golden tree in the center of the magnificent woodland. It has luxuriant branches, and every leaf exudes a supreme golden light. The Lord of the forest planted part of his deep power here, making it grow vigorously and vigorously. Anti-pollution erosion.

"After the lord of the forest came," Sally said, "the golden tree in the mouse village also changed, and my people are changing towards our natural essence."

"Rat?" Faroza said contemptuously.

"People." Sally solved the riddle. She climbed up this giant golden tree and hung herself upside down on the golden branch with her tail. Her body covered with soft hair was only covered by a few leaves and animal skins, which made her feel More at ease, "The rat people are turning back into people."

"A rat man should look like a rat man." Faroza said, "otherwise it would be a shame." She was still thinking about the millions of rat men, they will be the most qualified labor force, and they will devote themselves to all the jobs that require heavy labor. .

"You don't understand." Sally's body slid up, she stretched out her slender arms, and climbed halfway up the tree vigorously, her voice came from afar, echoing in the forest, "They have received education and returned At work, I get respect and rest, and then I gradually become human again."

"real?"

"I was wrong about everything before," Sally said as she ascended the height, "I thought the Rat Man was an eternal change. But when I think about it carefully, those disrespected and the hardest people gradually turned into the Rat Man. , and this process can also be reversed, and the rat people can return to normal people."

"Nistor Company?" Faroza stared at Sally's huge black figure, printed in the golden tree's brilliant crown, in her eyes it was just like a black spot that needed to be torn off.

"They change the fastest." Sally sat on the branch of the golden tree. "I sent three ratmen. They put on overalls, hats and masks, bent over to work in the corner, and got paid. The first Its hair decreased rapidly in three days, and when they got up on the seventh day, they saw their human appearance in the mirror. Then I asked them to leave the rat village forever, so as not to turn back into rats. A new life began. This is in The Mouse Village has become a cyclical business, and there are fewer and fewer rats in the Mouse Village.”

"You are reducing your own followers." Faroza laughed in a low voice, "You must be weaker than before."

"So I came here looking for a chance to relax, and I made a very difficult decision." Sally looked at the bustling Anjiu City in the distance from the canopy, she took a deep breath, "I want to help everyone, I want to let the rat people One by one, I will turn back into humans, and when the rat village is emptied, I will go to other places to continue to heal rat people from all over the world and teach them how to turn back into humans."

"It's so stupid." Faroza sneered, "If I have the ability to transform people into witches, I will do so without hesitation. Let them become my admirers, look up to my divine power, and enhance my strength. "

"Everyone has been taking good care of me from the beginning to the end." Sally murmured, "I want to help everyone."

"You don't understand," Faroza reminded, "you're totally mistaken; if the Ratmen continue to be rats, they are a unique race, with their own culture, racial traits and advantages. If you turn them back into humans , they will become numbers, and become cannon fodder like the mercenaries who were killed before."

"Humans with the worst lives are better off than ratmen," Sally said.

"You still don't understand that there are already too many humans in this world. What you have to do is to protect the rat people and increase the diversity of species."

"So our existence is to increase diversity!" Sally lowered her head and roared at Falosa.

The huge scream made Farosa frown, and she felt deep hatred for such an obvious presumption, and she should be punished for such an offense.

But when Faroza looked up, she saw cracks appearing on the golden tree, and each crack was covered with countless pairs of eyes, which stared at Faroza.

"Don't forget, you are a witch first and foremost. Ratman witch." Falosa dropped this sentence, and then turned away from the golden tree.

Seeing Faroza leaving, Sally fell silent.

Yes. She is a witch first and foremost. Sally raised her hand to the sky, looking at the layers of hair growing on her arms, the rat people's chaotic beliefs gathered in the dewdrops, and she drank the dewdrops without discrimination, and then she became like this.

Sally didn't tell Faroza her guess—

If all the ratmen become humans, then the belief projection of the ratmen will also disappear, and Sally will also fall from the deformed state of the rat demon and return to the original appearance.

However, even if she told Faroza about this idea, she would still laugh at herself, thinking that Sally didn't cherish precious divine power. Faroza will never take the initiative to understand others.

Faroza is so nice and has everything. Sally lay in the depths where the branches of the golden tree intersected, huddled like a mouse, surrounded by dense branches and leaves of the golden tree, like a curtain and a veil.

Falosa has people who love her, a group of conscientious subordinates, a large group of young witches who listen to teachings, and are familiar with many powerful ancient beings. And Sally is just an ordinary female mouse.

The ideal of the little mouse is not important in the first place. Sally comforted herself like this. Then she lay down in the tree and slowly fell asleep.