Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

As soon as Chris's voice rang out, everyone could smell the faint, sweet, and metallic scent.

No one responded to Chris.

In the entire dense forest, only the heartbeats of a few people could be heard.

The creature, which was suspected to be a rabbit, continued to hop around every now and then, within a radius of about three or four meters around the group.

He didn't try to get closer to the crowd, but he also didn't seem to be leaving.

Chris kept a vigilant eye on his surroundings through his spiritual vision.

In the distance, another faint spiritual fluctuation appeared.

And that spiritual energy fluctuation was hopping and skipping towards his location.

Immediately afterwards, another spiritual fluctuation of roughly the same size appeared in another direction within Chris's perception range.

In the next few seconds, more faint spiritual fluctuations appeared in different directions, all slowly approaching the location of Chris and his group.

Everyone present noticed this situation.

No one made a sound.

They all gripped their weapons tightly, channeling their inner energy, ready for battle.

They had no way out.

The direction from which we came has already been occupied by those faint spiritual fluctuations.

These spiritual fluctuations, which were originally identified as those of small animals, are now clearly problematic.

It's perfectly normal for animals to exist in such a dense forest.

But it's definitely not normal for so many animals to appear at this time and place.

The core issue of this incident is the contamination of flesh and blood with extraordinary power.

At this moment, everyone had to consider that these animals that had suddenly surrounded them might have been contaminated.

The abnormal behavior of these animals at this moment is very likely being manipulated by the thing that contaminated them.

The thing that made the sound in the woods just now has most likely already spotted Chris and his group.

The fact that the other side sent so many animals to surround them is very likely the first wave of probing.

The experienced Ethan and Raymond quickly figured out the key to this.

Elliott and Chris had thought of similar things.

Without any prior communication, the group of men all instinctively placed their hands on the gas light switches clipped to their waists.

Four faint clicking sounds were heard almost simultaneously.

Four bright lights suddenly shone in the darkness.

The surrounding darkness was instantly dispelled.

Among the trees, some straight and some twisted, there were countless animals of all shapes and sizes.

There are deer of various sizes; some have large, crested antlers, some have only two slightly raised bumps on their heads, and some have no trace of antlers at all.

There are small animals of various sizes, colors, and patterns.

Chris glanced at them briefly and recognized many of the creatures he had seen in both his previous lives.

But there were a few creatures he didn't recognize.

But none of that matters.

Most importantly, the eyes of these animals all have a deep, dark red hue.

This dark red color seemed to possess a certain fluidity, not inanimate, but firmly floating in the pupils of these creatures.

When Chris and his companions met the eyes of these creatures, they were surprised to see a hint of complex, human-like emotion in the eyes of these creatures that lacked advanced intelligence.

Chris saw scrutiny, doubt, surprise, and even a hint of sympathy and pity mixed in the eyes of these creatures.

This feeling is extremely strange.

Chris's breathing quickened involuntarily at that moment.

The animals were standing about three or four meters away from the four people, forming a circle.

In the ten or so seconds that the crowd and the surrounding animals were locked in a standoff,

Chris suddenly noticed a problem.

Surprisingly, all the animals surrounding them were herbivores.

At least, among the animals he could recognize, he did not see any that appeared to be carnivorous.

Would the source of that blood and flesh contamination actually perform a basic screening of the targets it infiltrates?

A question suddenly arose in Chris's mind.

Elliott, who was back-to-back with Chris, also noticed this.

Although herbivores do not have sharp teeth and claws, that does not mean they are not aggressive.

Especially when there are such a large number of them.

The area illuminated by the lights was now teeming with all sorts of animals.

Chris gently rubbed the revolver in his hand with his thumb.

There were only six bullets in the revolver.

Even if a single bullet could take down a large deer-like creature, it would be meaningless.

But if the power of the Wind Avatar could be used...

With that in mind, Chris quickly made a simple estimate of the upper limit of the Wind Avatar Holy Path power he could currently unleash, combined with the yellow mist.

He felt that if there were no more animals in the areas not illuminated by the light, he should be able to defeat most of the large animals surrounding him before his spiritual energy ran out.

As for smaller animals, such as rabbits...

Under the sweeping wind, Chris wouldn't even need to target anyone; he would be swept away directly.

The problem is, he doesn't want to reveal his Holy Path power.

Moreover, no one knows how many animals are hiding in those areas where the lights don't reach.

Moreover, in the darkness deep within this dense forest, the source of the pollution may be silently watching them.

Simply dealing with the contaminated organisms in front of us does not mean they are safe.

At this moment, Ethan was the most anxious.

It was his insistence that led everyone into this predicament.

The weapons he and Raymond carried were not revolvers, but newer pistols that were less powerful but had a larger magazine capacity.

However, it still doesn't have much effect when faced with so many pollutants.

He underestimated the power of what he was about to face.

"Raymond, grenade."

Ethan's voice was very soft.

But at this moment, the people who were almost back to back could all hear his voice clearly.

Upon hearing this, Raymond's solemn expression did not change much. He gently put down the suitcase in his hand, carefully opened it, and took out several nearly spherical objects that gleamed with a silvery metallic luster under the light.

These spherical objects, gleaming with a silvery metallic sheen, are only the size of an egg, with a ring at the top just big enough for a finger to slip through.

Ethan quickly took the grenade Raymond handed him, his expression remaining largely unchanged.

Hand grenades are not commonly used by the Torchbearers.

Unlike guns, torchbearers rarely come into contact with such lethal weapons on a daily basis.

But this mission is different in nature, so this kind of thing was provided.

Chris and Elliott, who were standing nearby, felt a slight unease upon hearing Ethan's soft words.

Their gazes quickly fell upon the suitcase Raymond had opened.

When they finally saw the grenade in its true form, both the well-informed Elliott and Chris, who had watched many war movies in his past life, couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

Neither of them expected that the two torchbearers would be carrying such a thing.

Raymond took out a total of six grenades, keeping three for himself and giving three to Ethan.

He made no move to give the grenade to Chris and Elliott.

"Shouldn't we get a few of these too?" Elliott's voice rang out softly.

Upon hearing this, Chris, who was standing nearby, was slightly tempted. Whether it was to prepare for a possible conflict or simply to try something new, he also wanted a grenade.

No sooner had Elliott spoken than Ethan handed him a grenade with a silvery metallic sheen.

"Hold onto the top ring, pull out the metal rod inside, and then throw it out," Ethan said softly and very quickly.

Seeing this, Elliott quickly took the grenade.

Although he was only given one, a hint of excitement appeared in Elliott's eyes.

"I know how to use this thing," Elliott replied quickly and softly.

Seeing this, Chris's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but look at Raymond standing to the side.

Upon seeing this, Raymond hesitated for a moment.

"I can use it too," Chris said quickly.

Upon hearing this, Raymond's hesitation turned into surprise and doubt.

Ethan and Elliott, who was standing next to him, both showed similar expressions in their eyes.

Chris sensed the suspicious looks from the three men and explained, "It's just throwing stones, right? No matter how powerful they are, you can just throw them farther."

Although he said that, Chris was still a little unsure.

After all, he really had no experience.

However, his power as the embodiment of wind allows him to manipulate airflow within a certain range.

The grenade didn't look big, and he estimated it wasn't heavy. He figured he could just throw it casually and manipulate the airflow to make it travel further and be more accurate.

The bullet's initial velocity is too high and its kinetic energy is too strong, making it difficult to precisely change its trajectory using airflow.

However, if it's a hand grenade, an explosive device thrown by a human, changing its trajectory shouldn't be difficult.

Raymond glanced at Ethan, who nodded slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Raymond handed a grenade to Chris.

Chris felt the weight and coldness in his hands and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Even when faced with such a large-scale event, the members of this extraordinary organization still had to rely on such a powerful explosive device.

This made Chris feel a sense of unease.

Subconsciously, he felt that in a world with extraordinary powers, these extraordinary individuals should rely on various supernatural abilities to fight.

But in reality, it seems to be more than that.

Or rather, they are now so weak that they have no choice but to rely on these things.

He suddenly thought of that mysterious space, that mysterious astral plane, and those beings known as the Holy Spirits.

At the same time, I couldn't help but think of the most powerful weapon I had ever heard of in my past life: Tsar Bomba.

Before they knew it, they had started comparing combat strength across different worlds.

Just as Chris was staring blankly at the grenade in his hand, which gleamed with a silver metallic sheen, he suddenly...

A louder, rougher, and strange roar suddenly came from the dark, unlit area directly in Ethan's direction.

The sound was heard very clearly by everyone.

It felt as if that thing was standing right at the edge of the area outside the light, letting out a defiant roar at everyone.

Chris's attention was instantly drawn back to reality.

He gripped the revolver tightly in his right hand and the grenade tightly in his left.

At the same time, the spiritual energy within the Guardian Ring is already abundant, ready to be activated at any time, allowing its protective capabilities to be directly maximized.

The faint, fishy-sweet smell in the air became even more pronounced.

Chris began to try using the Star Key to soothe the unusual fluctuations in his spirituality.

Although I don't know what effect breathing in this fishy-sweet air will have.

However, it's never a bad thing to use the Star Key from time to time to dispel any potential anomalies, since using the Star Key in this way doesn't consume his spirituality.

Chris couldn't help but worry if this fishy-sweet air really did have an effect on people.

Even if he doesn't care, what about the other three?

At that moment, an even greater sense of crisis suddenly arose in Chris's heart.

He felt that the danger he was about to face was probably not only the animals around him that were affected by some kind of force, nor just the thing in the darkness that was suspected to be the source of the pollution, but also the three extraordinary beings who were with him at this moment.

We must act swiftly and decisively.

Chris made a decision in his mind.

He couldn't help but look at the grenade in his hand again, a bold idea forming in his mind.

Ethan faced the roar that came from the darkness.

His expression darkened, and a glimmer of intelligence flashed in his eyes.

He moved his lips slightly and, in a very low voice, recited a spell in Viser.

The next moment, in Ethan's eyes, a faint red thread suddenly darted out from the darkness beside him and stretched toward his location at an extremely fast speed.

The red thread suddenly twisted and folded into a ball in the air when it was about ten centimeters away from Ethan.

A few beads of sweat suddenly appeared on Ethan's forehead, glistening under the light.

His lips were slightly pale, and a hint of weariness flashed in his eyes.

After twisting and turning in front of him, the red thread suddenly turned and stretched out crookedly into the darkness ahead.

The others couldn't see the red thread.

But they all noticed the unusual spiritual fluctuations that suddenly emanated from Ethan's body.

The roar echoed through the forest for a moment before disappearing completely.

The red light appeared increasingly intense to the surrounding animals.

They all sensed a dangerous atmosphere.

Just as the tense atmosphere was about to reach a certain critical point.

A crisp snapping sound came from Ethan's location.

Chris and Elliott both turned their gazes quickly to Ethan, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

At that moment, Raymond, who was back to back with Ethan, did not look at Ethan's movements, but he knew what Ethan was doing just from the sound.

Ethan moved swiftly, leaning forward abruptly and throwing his arm forward in a silver arc.

The silver trail swept across the area illuminated by the light in the blink of an eye, disappearing directly into the darkness.

They were all silently counting in their minds at that moment.

1, 2, 3...

About three seconds later, a dazzling white ball of light suddenly exploded in the darkness outside the area affected by the light.

Immediately afterwards, a huge roar came from the darkness not far away.

After a loud bang.

The surrounding animals were greatly frightened. The animals that had been standing still suddenly began to emit various kinds of cries.

The dark red substance in the animals' eyes began to twist and sway, and their bodies began to run uncontrollably in different directions.

A deer-like creature with exaggerated, tree-branch-like antlers on its head charged toward Chris's position.

There was a loud thud.

This giant deer, which stands nearly two meters tall on all fours, suddenly bursts open a bright red flower on its chest, which is covered with white fur.

The giant stag let out a mournful cry, its charging momentum abruptly halted. After swaying a few times, it collapsed at Chris's feet.

Chris held up a revolver, wisps of white smoke still rising from the muzzle.

The same scene played out repeatedly around these people.

The gunfire never stopped after Chris started.

Soon, Chris's revolver was down to its last bullet.

"We're running out of bullets."

Chris couldn't help but nudge Raymond next to him with his elbow.

Upon hearing this, Raymond kicked the briefcase he was sitting on.

After Raymond took the grenade from the suitcase, he didn't lock it again; he simply closed it up.

Raymond fired at the animals that charged at them.

He quickly said, "The revolver bullets are in the box on the upper left of the second shelf."

Upon hearing this, Chris quickly squatted down, opened the box, and swiftly took out two boxes of ammunition, stuffing them into his pocket.

The box containing the bullets is about seven or eight centimeters long and about five or six centimeters wide.

The boxes weren't big, but he wanted to take a few more.

A hand suddenly reached into the suitcase and quickly took away all the boxes of ammunition that Chris had originally intended to take.

Chris knew without a doubt that this hand belonged to Elliott.

Only the other person and he use revolvers.