The Journey of Creation from Illusion to Reality

Chapter 158 Raid
In this environment where there are no changes in the sun, moon, and time, I can't feel the passage of time at all.

The team felt that a very long time had passed, but they never encountered other creatures, and nothing strange happened.

Even the monster I saw before was nowhere to be seen.

As time goes by, even if everyone is an elite, their moods gradually become more impetuous, and their vigilance towards the surroundings gradually relaxes.

"When can we go out?
Could it be that the entire China was wrapped in this damn light? "

After turning around a dead old tree, someone finally couldn't help it and started yelling.

However, the moment he cursed and relaxed his vigilance, a tentacle with slippery mucus suddenly protruded from the ground under his feet and penetrated directly through his body.

"Uh me."

The man just opened his mouth and uttered a word with difficulty, then his head tilted and he completely lost his voice.

Moreover, his body was rapidly drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"shot!"

Blair, who was also shocked by the scene before him, was the first to react. He immediately shouted and pulled the trigger in his hand.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!."

"Da da da!."

"Puff puff!"

Bullets hit the tentacles that pierced the soldier's body directly, making a dull sound.

However, that was just that. Apart from scratching a little bit of the tentacle's skin, there was no other damage to it.

However, the pain that should be there is still there.

At this time, because of the pain on the body, the tentacle began to sweep randomly, directly throwing away the mummy that was penetrated by it.

"Boom! Boom!"

Moreover, all the trees that were swept by the tentacles were all broken in an instant and flew out violently, making loud and dull noises.

"puff!."

"Ah~!."

Because of the short distance, obviously not everyone can escape such a large-scale random attack.

Along with a scream, someone was violently whipped out, and then hit by a giant tree. He only twitched twice, and then there was no more movement. It was obvious that he was in danger.

The injured soldier who survived before was no longer spared from this ferocious attack by the tentacles.

Being hit directly from above by the huge tentacle, he was more than half shorter in an instant, and it was obviously difficult to survive.

He saw his team members being hit by the tentacles one after another and died on the spot.

Although the first time they entered here, everyone was already anticipating the current situation and prepared to die.

None of these elite teams had truly experienced a life-and-death fight, coming from the smoke-filled battlefield.

However, when he saw the team members he had been with day and night dying tragically in front of him one by one, Blair was still a little blind-eyed and extremely angry.

"Get down!"

While Blair was shouting, he had already thrown a high-explosive grenade at the dancing tentacle.

"Boom!" Along with a loud noise, the tentacle was no longer as simple as being slightly injured.

Even though its defense was extremely astonishing, a huge wound was still blown out, and black mucus flowed out.

This time, the tentacle quickly retracted underground as if it was frightened.

After waiting for a while, and seeing that the tentacle never appeared again, Blair and the others slowly stood up, looking at the messy scene in front of them, feeling frightened and a little sad at the same time.

This time, there were only five or six people left in their team.
Moreover, there were two others who were seriously injured. They were lying on the ground leaning against a big dry tree. They were grinning and looking at the place where the tentacle disappeared with Blair and others.

Where the tentacle disappeared, there was a deep pit, which obviously led to the tentacle's body.

And around the pothole, a large amount of black mucus was scattered.

Seeing this, Blair gestured to one of the team members.

Although the team member hesitated, he still moved forward cautiously.

Blair and others also held weapons in their hands and guarded them vigilantly.

When the team member carefully came to the hole where the tentacle disappeared, he leaned in and looked inside for a moment, then shook his head at Blair and others, indicating that there was no trace of the tentacle.

Immediately afterwards, the team member began to retreat.

Of course, even though it was confirmed that the tentacles had disappeared, everyone was still extremely vigilant and did not relax much.

The team member who was slowly retreating suddenly paused slightly and felt as if he had stepped on something slippery under his feet.

Instinctively, he lowered his head slowly and glanced at his feet.

And just this one look made him horrified.
Because what he was stepping on was a large pool of black mucus that was constantly squirming.

The moment he saw the black mucus, a feeling of horror came over him, and his body trembled slightly and stiffened.

Before he could shake off the fear that made him unable to move, the black mucus that was only slowly wriggling seemed to come alive at this moment, quickly gathering towards his feet.

Moreover, it began to spread towards his calf, and this was just the beginning. After covering his calf, the black mucus began to quickly spread towards his thigh and his entire body.

"Help. Help me!"

After the black mucus wrapped his calves, the soldier, who was already unable to move, immediately suppressed the fear in his heart and began to tremble and call for help.

However, as if he had been in a nightmare, he spoke with great difficulty, but his voice was like mosquitoes and flies, and it was difficult for even himself to hear clearly, let alone Blair and others in the distance behind him.

"Hartl! Hartl!."

As if he noticed something, Blair's expression moved slightly, and he immediately shouted loudly.

However, Hartl remained silent, only turning his head mechanically.

However, although his movement of turning his head was slow, he never stopped until he faced everyone head-on.

"Crack! Crack!."

And everyone could even faintly hear the sound of the bones in Hartle's neck breaking.

Well, few people can turn their heads 180 degrees and still have their neck bones intact.

Looking at Hartle's expression full of fear, despair, and a hint of hope.

In addition, there are traces of black stains on his face, slowly spreading.

How could everyone in Blair not understand what happened?
Hartle, he was parasitized at this time!
(End of this chapter)