I'm At American Comics: I Have A Magic Simulator

That Barton arrow was like the explosion of a powder keg.

The howl of the injured monster running was like a signal of a certain frequency, instantly attracting more monsters.

The monsters used the fog rising from the forest and a large number of black trees as cover, and rushed towards the agent team from all directions.

Facing the sudden attack and the increasingly dense fog interfering with their sight, the entire tactical team composed of fifty elite agents was immediately reduced to thirty-two people, and those who were eliminated were more or less affected. hurt.

However, after the initial commotion, the agents quickly calmed down and lined up.

Under the suppression of the powerful firepower of modern weapons, the bullets began to roar, and the sound of the exchange of fire could be clearly heard for miles, like the scythe wielded by death when it began to harvest the life of monsters.

Whatever these things are, they clearly cannot violate the laws of physics.

After killing more than a dozen monsters, the rest howled and retreated to the depths of the woods, seeing that the situation was not good.

The entire battle takes no more than 5 minutes from start to finish.

But in just five minutes, nearly half of the tactical team's casualties were caused. Most of the dead comrades, without a complete body, were brutally torn to pieces by the monsters.

The battle is over, but at a great cost.

25 Everyone was still throbbing, breathing heavily, their eyes scanning the surrounding environment in horror.

"Damn it, there's a real problem here!"

Looking at the bodies of his dead comrades scattered everywhere, Barton rushed to Eric angrily, lifted the old man up, and shouted. "Why didn't you tell us in advance that there are a group of bloodthirsty monsters here!"

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

Startled by him, Eric cried out in horror. "I didn't encounter the forest last time. I entered the forest through the corridor and found the ancient tribe. "I didn't encounter these monsters at all!"

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

Seeing this, Natasha Romanoff jumped up, pulled the distraught Barton back, and yelled. "How could Dr. Eric not tell us if he saw these monsters beforehand? He almost died himself just now!"

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

Barton let go of the frightened Eric, and took two weak steps back, fingers digging deep into the roots of his hair, his face full of bitterness. "I can't help it, these people are all trained by me, they are not worthy..., so cruel."

Members of this elite tactical squad were former students Barton personally trained.

But now, after this horrific death, when the monsters tore him apart like food, it made his former instructor and teacher so sad and angry that he took it on Eric's head superior.

"No, it's not your fault, Barton."

Natasha Romanoff understood the pain in his heart, walked to him, put her arms around Barton, and whispered comfort. "We didn't expect the monsters to appear here suddenly, they came so suddenly."

Commissioner Barton, you need to see this!"

A member of the Elite Tactical Team crouching next to the dead monster waved them past.

Barton took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in his heart, walked to the team member, knelt down to examine the monster's body.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, the eyebrows of several people are deeply frowned, showing expressions of disgust and hatred.

This is a humanoid creature with obvious limbs and reproductive organs. The muscles are basically degenerated and slender like a branch. The palm is shaped like a predator's claw. Some viscous liquid oozes from the green rotting skin.

"Hmm...it stinks!"

Natasha Romanoff covered her mouth and nose: there was a foul fishy smell emanating from the thing.

How can I describe the smell.....it looks like methylindole, commonly known as a fecal odorant.

This is a non-toxic chemical substance, just a gas several times stronger than this substance, which is obvious even at close range and has an irritating sensation to the eyes and nasal passages.

"Smell is not the point, Natasha Romanoff."

With no expression on his face, Barton pulled out his saber and started picking at wounds and body parts.

Natasha Romanoff suspected at one point that the man had no sense of smell, otherwise he would have been grateful to be able to watch what was happening from such a close distance without throwing up, let alone backing away from the source of the stench with a saber.

"It's a rotting organ, and this guy is human.

Barton forcibly cut open the monster's chest cavity with a knife. Although the internal organs were almost rotten, the human organs were still clearly visible.

"Their claws are as sharp as lizards, but they don't have the corresponding intelligence." Looking at the monster's appearance, Natasha Romanoff suddenly thought of a bold idea. "Okay...these monsters are lizards that can't change?"

"You're right, we've come to the right place.

Barton exhaled, and stood up slowly: "This place must be very close to the Severn Valley, otherwise there wouldn't be so many failed products, all ready to stand guard and march towards the enemy's lair!"

After a brief adjustment, the tactical team continued on the road.

This time, however, they changed positions: teams on the left and right flanks stood guard, Barton and a few others were in charge of scouting forward, and Natasha Romanoff in the rear served as a barrier to prevent the enemy from suddenly appearing from the rear, maintaining a steady advance in standard tactical formation.

As the fog thickened in the advancing woods, a winding path of gray cobblestones emerged.

"This is it! This is the place!"

Eric pointed to the cobblestone path and exclaimed. "That's how I discovered the ancient tribes."

Barton looked towards the end of the path, and found that deep in the woods, there was no end in sight.

In such a gloomy atmosphere, there is a hand-paved path, no matter from which angle you look at it, it is full of disharmony.

And as the dense fog further narrowed the visible range, the light became thinner, and everything was shrouded in darkness, which undoubtedly increased the invisible horror atmosphere, making people breathless

"Make sure the perimeter is safe, we have to be careful."

Barton made a few tactical gestures, fingers on the bowstring, ready to strike, and walked slowly down the cobblestones.

The cobblestone road soaked in water is very slippery, so every step must be more cautious, the whole team moves forward at a slow speed, everyone's attention is stretched to the limit, and the breathing is subconsciously relieved.

The road was overgrown with weeds that looked like they hadn't been mowed for a long time.

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and the range did not exceed five meters, but the members of the scouting team and Barton stopped suddenly, followed behind everyone nervously holding their guns, and aimed forward at the area surrounded by fog.

"Barton, why did you stop?"

Natasha Romanoff asked in a low voice, sweat soaking her hands as she grabbed the gun.

"Lake.....it's a lake..."

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