Man in the old days, Lord of the Seven Sins

Chapter 115 The Burning Sea of ​​Fire (Two in One)

dark, damp

A dark green moss-like substance emerged from the rocks around the statue of Dagon.

A large number of dense and small black worms emerged from the puddles and deep pits.

Jumping and wriggling.

Old Jack was pale.

After the summoning ceremony stopped, the dark green runes under his feet also stopped moving. Originally, he thought he had escaped a catastrophe.

But at this moment, those black worms were like tarsal maggots, twisting their black bodies, slowly climbing up from their legs.

"Damn it, someone help me."

Old Jack turned his head and looked beside him, where an unfamiliar old man was wailing.

His legs have been corroded by a large number of black worms.

A large number of worms continuously drilled into his thigh muscles, breaking several holes in his abdomen.

Black and red filth mixed with a stench was continuously excreted from the hole.

The old man seemed to be dying.

His stomach swelled in a certain moment, like a pregnant woman who is 7 months pregnant.

"No! I don't want to die yet!"

A deep growl sounded.

"Oh!"

The opponent's stomach exploded completely in front of Old Jack.

Old Jack's pupils continued to dilate.

The fear of the unknown kept eroding his brain.

Especially when he witnessed the people on the golden stone pillar beside him being killed by those black worms.

He had already imagined in his mind that it would be his turn next.

He tried to break free from the chains.

Spreading to the water at the feet, black worms have begun to appear.

Further away, more and more people are being swallowed.

"what do I do!?"

Old Jack tried to seek help from the miracle on the altar, but the distance was too far, and it was obvious that the other party could not notice his situation.

He can only save himself.

Taking a deep breath, Old Jack felt that he had inhaled a large amount of stench into his lungs.

This taste?

Old Jack seemed to have smelled it somewhere.

I remembered!
It's the kind of gas that seems to burn.

Old Jack's complexion changed, and he began to struggle desperately.

The chains were not particularly tight, and old Jack had exerted the greatest strength in his life.

A lot of skin and flesh on his palms were worn away, even revealing a large piece of rotted and sore muscles inside, but these things are not worth mentioning in front of survival.

Old Jack was lucky.

Perhaps the half murloc who tied him up was lazy, so the chain wasn't tied too tightly.

Old Jack's hand managed to break free.

The hands were detached, and Old Jack freed his feet from the restraints.

He was lucky.

Falling into the water, he forcibly pulled out several worms that were trying to drill into his thigh muscles.

Old Jack gritted his teeth, and rushed towards the rest of the surviving people tied to the golden stone pillar.

Old Jack was no hero.

But at this moment, what he chose to do was completely instinctive.

In times of crisis, he chose to help more people.

More and more people were rescued from the golden pillar.

But at the same time, the group of black worms swimming in the water was approaching.

Old Jack rushed towards the golden altar with a group of rescued people.

"Everyone, go to that altar!"

Old Jack gritted his teeth and stood in front of everyone.

Slowly but firmly, he fumbled out a pack of cigarettes from his body.

With trembling hands, he took one out of it, stuffed it into his mouth, and did not ignite it.

The bad smell was getting stronger and stronger.

Old Jack looked around the cave.

He saw it.

In the area near the golden altar not far away, there is an area where the bubbles are constantly turning over, and there is a black oil-like thing floating with the flow of water.

The closer you get there, the stronger the smell.

It can burn when ignited.

Perhaps this is a fuel that can be used by humans.

Old Jack thought of the words that the young man who wanted to seek his own investment pointed to the bowl of black oil.

But the old Jack at the time scoffed at it.

In today's world, steam machinery is king.

Such unknown fuels are all heresies.

However, at this moment, Old Jack missed that person a little bit.

If I could go back alive, maybe I would be willing to pay to support that young man.

When everyone stood on the golden altar and got out of the rising water.

Old Jack narrowed his eyes, and slowly lit himself a cigarette.

The black oil stain and the smell became more intense.

And in this piece of water that is constantly rising, a large number of black worms have become red-eyed because of the devouring just now. They opened their sharp mouthparts, ready to devour the escaped humans at any time.

Rhodes has actually noticed this group of people.

Even Old Jack, the leader, was the first to notice.

And when Rhodes saw this guy's actions and the black oil constantly pouring out from somewhere, the corners of Rhodes' mouth twitched.

He didn't expect that there would be oil production in this place.

After confirming that Old Jack had his own plans, Rhodes decided not to interfere in their affairs.

"call!"

Slowly spit out a smoke ring.

After taking a look, most of Old Jack's face was pale, his eyes revealed a man of despair, and a playful smile suddenly appeared on his face.

With my own hand, I might be able to save them for a while, but if I can't stop the water from rising, I will only let my group of people die in the end.

But, so what.

As long as he can't be bitten to death by those black worms getting into his body.

Old Jack thought of the young man's experiment.

Pour the oil into the water, float on the surface of the water, put in a match, and the flame will actually burn on the surface of the water.

This kind of horror still prevented Old Jack from getting a good night's sleep for two days.

At that time, he even regarded the young man as a wizard.

And right now, in front of this group of people, he was going to become the original wizard.

Old Jack looked at the oil floating under his feet and the black worms emerging from the oil, grabbed the cigarette butt, and flicked the ash.

"Damn devil! Let this grand flame send you to hell!"

The cigarette butt burning with sparks was thrown into the oil by old Jack.

"boom!"

A ring of flames suddenly burned on the water.

A lot of wailing sounds resounded in the water.

The black worm that was still wandering in the water looked like a live shrimp watered by hot oil at this moment, jumping and trying to escape from this hell of flames.

But no matter where they fled, the water surface formed by the flames has completely occupied the rest of the underground cave except for the golden altar and the statue at this moment.

Rhodes, who had been watching the movement under the altar, also had a flash of surprise in his eyes.

The old man was able to think of using flames to deal with black worms, but he had good adaptability.

Old Jack grinned as he looked at the burnt black worm.

Under the blank and terrified eyes of the crowd, he passed through them and walked towards the top of the altar.

He was going to find the warrior sent by the goddess.

Naturally, he didn't want to die, and now he could only find a way to save himself from that person.

The rest of the rescued people were mostly sluggish, but under the guidance of caring people, they still followed Old Jack towards the top of the altar.

After all, although the water surface was burning, it still didn't stop rising, and it wouldn't be long before they would be affected by the rising water surface.

Around the underground cave.

Marshall and his party were blocked by a man in gray robe.

"Hey! Old man! Get out of the way, don't make me say it a second time!"

Facing the hunched figure in the gray robe, a member of the scouting team exhorted the man in order not to cause as many killings as possible.

"Ha ha."

The figure in the gray robe raised his hood, his face was completely blackened, and he looked at the scouts quietly.

The two looked at each other for half a second.

The scouts suddenly wailed, he covered his face, and stumbled towards the bushes beside him.

"No! Don't kill me!"

A deep roar rose from the scout's body.

His body twisted and mutated at this moment.

The musculoskeletal muscles seemed to grow again after being broken, and a black wriggling tentacle suddenly spread out from the opponent's mouth.

Marshall, who was watching everything the whole time, changed his expression.

"Everyone, be careful! Don't look at that guy!"

damn it!
When did a big demon come out of here! ?

Marshall, as a person who had been active with Robert in the Battle of Pajavaro, had naturally seen various means of the Great Demon.

Therefore, he still knows the changes of the scouts.

Only a special kind of great demon possesses this kind of weird method, which can make human beings transform in various senses in just a few seconds.

Metamorphosis evolved from human beings and became a demon without wisdom.

"Chief Marshall, what should we do now!?"

A team member's inquiry came from the communicator.

Marshall has a dignified face. Robert once taught him how to deal with the big devil.

When encountering a big devil in the wild, if you are not fully prepared, you can run as far as you can, otherwise there is only one word of death.

Of course, that is when the strength is not enough.

If you have equipment that can resist mental attacks or you have good mental power that can offset the opponent's mental attacks, you can also try to fight back.

But right now, Marshall didn't make extra preparations at all.

He could only barely try.

As for the people in the cave, he had given up hope of them being alive.

"You retreat first, I will stay behind!"

"Section Chief, aren't we going to support it!?"

"Boys, I also want to help, but are you sure there are still people who can survive under the attack of the big devil!?"

"But isn't that guy still inside?"

Marshall was taken aback.

He squinted.

As the biggest backer of this operation, Rhodes has not yet walked out of the underground cave.

According to Chief Marshall Robert's understanding, it is impossible for him not to help Rhodes prepare the means to deal with the big devil before leaving.

So, the current situation is a little tricky.

"Captain! He's gone. He's gone!!"

Marshall came back to his senses, but saw the big demon who was blocking the exit just now, walking alone towards the dark forest on one side.

"Captain! Do you want to pursue it!?"

"Our mission is to support Rhodes!"

Marshall emphasized the task of everyone.

"But he killed Zantaf!"

Marshall sighed, looking at the former member of the investigation team who had been mutated into a demon.

"Robill, give him a happy ending. Zantaf is a hero. He died on the road against the great devil. I will help him apply for the Medal of Honor."

"Yes!"

"Brother Zantaf! I'm sorry, brother can't save you, I can only give you a ride!"

In the team, Robier drove his mechanical guard to Zantaf, who had mutated into a demon, and fired several shots at it with a steam machine gun.

"Report to Section Chief Marshall, the task is completed!"

All the voices in the communicator stopped at this moment.

A low sobbing sound suddenly sounded.

It was followed by the howling of others.

As the same batch of comrades who entered the combat department, Zantaf has always had a good relationship with them, but Zantaf's body is not good enough to be the controller of the mechanical guards, but in order to continue to accompany his comrades, Zantaf Husband chose to become a scout.

Everyone originally agreed to drink together after the operation.

But right now, no one thought that Zantaf would die.

Even, he died after encountering the great demon.

It's just that no one proposed to pursue the big demon at this time.

Because they also know that they have no chance of winning in the face of the big devil, and they can only seek death without thinking.

Moreover, after entering the Operations Section, the clear regulations in the "Operations Section Manual" that everyone is familiar with stipulate a content:
When a teammate mutates into a demon in front of you, you must obey the order to send him on his last journey.

Originally, no one cared about this.

But after experiencing this incident, everyone felt the weight of this rule.

A manual stacked from countless deaths.

Marshall was silent as he listened to the sobbing on the communicator.

In the past, he also cried when he personally killed his compatriots who had mutated into demons.

But that is necessary.

If they are not killed, many more will be killed.

Chief Robert told him that every mature soldier will go through an unforgettable growth stage.

Only when the body and mind are completely transformed, can one truly be able to go to the battlefield.

But right now, the group of young people under him are just taking a small step on the road of growth.

Marshall saw the gesture made by the scouting captain and confirmed that they had already contained Zambita's body.

He whispered in the communicator:

"The in-situ repair is over, continue to move forward, the investigation team, do a good job in the investigation ahead!"

"Yes!"

Old Jack led a group of people to the golden altar.

Facing Aesop who was wriggling his tentacles blocking his way.

"The front road is closed to traffic, you rest here and don't run around."

Old Jack, as the representative of this group of people, looked at the terrifying octopus-headed monster in front of him, his eyes flickering.

The words of the other party clearly expressed the position of that adult.

He didn't want to have contact with himself and others.

Old Jack naturally didn't want to disturb the other party anymore, he found a place by himself, and lit another cigarette for himself.

On the contrary, among this group of people, there are those who are not open-eyed and want to find trouble, saying that they are so-and-so.

But before the other party finished speaking, Aesop threw him directly into the burning sea of ​​flames under the altar.

Rhodes handed over this matter to Aesop, and Aesop would naturally not be used to this group of ignorant humans looking for trouble.

In the final analysis, it is still a demon after all, it just surrenders to Rhodes, as the clone of the Lord of the Abyss, if it weren't for the orders of the great master Rhodes, Aesop would even throw all these unsightly and obstructive humans into the sea of ​​fire .

(End of this chapter)