It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 605 So Much Hatred
late at night.

A wind rose over the boundless sea of ​​sand, its sound like the screeching of a flock of black birds, sending sand and gravel swirling and dancing in the air.

Although the labyrinth has been breached, the contamination has long since spread. Only the area where the labyrinth boss was located has disappeared from this world; the remaining labyrinth areas and the areas where the contamination has spread still harbor a large number of contaminated entities.

Desert scorpions, so many desert scorpions.

In the darkness, a scorpion, which had been lying quietly in the sand, suddenly sensed something was wrong, raised its tail, and darted out of the sand to crawl quickly.

But suddenly the sand below collapsed, and a giant arm emerged from the dune, smashing the scorpion to pieces with a single blow!

Soon, the lines on the palm began to change, and the tips of the fingernails turned into a scorpion's stinger.

A mournful cry rang out, and a bizarre humanoid creature slowly crawled out of the sand—its head was as big as a double bed, with six eyes, four ears, two demon horns, and its whole body covered in messy feathers. Several wings grew from its withered back, all twisted and tangled, as if haphazardly pieced together, incapable of flight.

“Wuwuwuwu… Wuwuwuwu…”

The monster cried as it crawled out of the maze, its four arms and two legs moving forward like an insect.

At this point, only three to five days had passed since Feng Ling broke through the maze. Neither Huang Yi's international security envoys nor the local garrison of Lisa were able to surround this vast desert no-man's-land in time.

Along the edge of the desert, some places have been fenced off, while others have only a few soldiers on guard.

When the soldier, who was dozing in the middle of the night, realized something was wrong, it was too late—the monster overturned the car, dragged the soldier out through the broken window, and its flesh and blood in front of its chest opened like a clam, swallowing the soldier whole!
A dozen seconds later, the flesh on the monster's chest opened up again, spitting out the soldier's clothes and gun, along with a few strands of sticky, unidentified liquid. The monster's body swelled slightly as it absorbed the new flesh.

"Woooooooooooo..."

The monster continued to cry, like a helpless child, as it continued to crawl forward.

The lights of the distant village caught its eye. It stopped crying and crawled toward the village with its long, deformed limbs.

The sheepdog barked urgently and loudly.

A villager, thinking a sheep thief had come, grabbed a stick and went outside, only to find that all the cattle and sheep in the pen had vanished. The moonlight cast the villager's shadow onto the haystack, and then his shadow was covered by another layer of shadow, growing larger and larger...

The villagers slowly turned around in disbelief, and when they saw the enormous creature behind them, their faces turned deathly pale. Before they could even scream, they were swallowed whole in terror.

gurgle...gurgle...

Flesh and blood intertwined, bones pushed against each other, and rhythmic sounds emanated from the monster's body. Its size swelled further; its original four arms and two legs could no longer support its weight, so even more limbs grew from its joints—

Some resemble human hands, while others resemble the hooves of cattle and sheep.

The television in the room was broadcasting today's news. The monster looked through the window and saw Feng Ling on the television, its gaze fixed on her.

It will never forget this face.

It was the hidden boss who killed its father.

"Waaaaah..." It remembered the messenger who had died tragically, and tears streamed down its face.

At that moment, another familiar face appeared on the television screen.

The monster froze, then its grief and anger were replaced by hatred, and it opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar! A chaotic mental pressure immediately surged in all directions!

hatred!
It hates it so much!
It will shred the meteor into pieces! — Just as most players don't hate monsters or NPCs in a game, but will hate the players who trip them up with a vengeance.

The drunkard rushed to the basement and woke up the sleeping Meteor and the witch: "Wake up! Wake up! Watch the news!"

The witch sat up sleepily. "What happened now?"

"I've found the player who swapped bodies with Meteor!" The drunkard took out his phone and showed the witch and Meteor the news video he had just seen.

Feng Ling is in the news again. In the interview, she praised the food in Lisa as very unique and thanked the local government for making a saddle custom-made for her battle pet so that she wouldn't have to worry about slipping when riding it.

When asked about her future plans, she casually replied that she would continue her round-the-world travel plans and was currently planning the route.

The witch said irritably, "What kind of bullshit trip is this? I think she's trying to show off to the players. Damn it, you woke me up just to show me this?"

"Be patient, keep reading," the drunkard said.

The news camera cut to Riza military airport, where kites lay comfortably on the ground, their outstretched wings and long tails taking over several runways.

The reporter enthusiastically introduced to the audience the different techniques used to make the saddle on the kite, explaining that the soft yet resilient leather protects the scales from damage and that traditional totem patterns are embroidered on the sides, symbolizing peace and happiness. He went on and on.

"Did you see that? Was that a shooting star?" the drunkard asked.

"Huh?" The witch was completely bewildered. "Weren't we just describing the embroidery patterns?"

"Why are you looking at embroidery?" The drunkard was speechless and rewound the video. "Someone just walked through the frame. Take another look."

The witch frowned and stared intently at the screen. Sure enough, while the reporter was talking, a thin woman walked past from behind.

The drunkard said, "Keep watching, there are clearer shots later."

“No need to look, it’s definitely me,” Meteor said.

The witch's face darkened. "This guy actually escaped to the side of the hidden boss. Could it be that she has grown wings and can fly? From Mogu to Lisa, there are several countries in between."

"You mean, it might be fake?" the drunkard wondered. "But it looks so much like it. Except for being a little thin, it looks exactly like the shooting star I remember."

“I never said it was fake,” the witch said, pursing her lips. “Maybe someone helped her and arranged a direct international flight for her. Who knows if it’s true or not?”

The drunkard looked at the shooting star and asked, "What do you think?"

The meteor remained silent for a moment, then turned to the witch and asked, "Did the poet contact you today?"

The witch shook her head: "That guy replies to messages entirely based on his mood."

Meteor pondered, “When we swapped bodies, Huangfu Miaomiao and I signed a demon contract, stipulating that the period of using the body would not exceed five days. After that period, I must do everything in my power to swap the body back. Therefore, regardless of whether the person in the news is the real Huangfu Miaomiao, I must go to Rissa.”

"What if it's a trap?" the drunkard asked worriedly.

The witch scoffed, "What's there to worry about? If she finds it's a trap, she'll just run away. With a gargoyle and a chameleon inside her now, escaping is easier for her than breathing."

"We can't just go like this. We need to have some precautions, right?" the drunkard frowned. "Do you have any rare self-defense items? Bring them out quickly."

(End of this chapter)