People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

The jeep traveled along the winding mountain road and eventually stopped halfway up the mountain.

There is an alloy door here that blends almost seamlessly into the mountainside.

The alloy door was rolled outwards, with torn edges, indicating that it had been broken from the inside.

The fog also spreads outwards from here.

Suren stepped forward, reached out and bent the metal edge, widening the opening considerably. Without hesitation, he was the first to crawl inside.

Andrei, Clancy, and Amanda followed behind, exchanging glances with a hint of timidity and hesitation.

The silent old lady stepped forward.

She looked at the timid young people and shook her head: "You young people aren't as brave as an old woman like me."

After saying that, he followed and crawled into the doorway.

Upon entering the base, a strong stench of blood assaulted the senses.

However, compared to the thick fog outside, the fog inside the base was much thinner.

The entrance is the intersection of three roads, and directly in front is a passageway that leads to a vertical elevator shaft.

Inside the passage, there were many makeshift sandbag bunkers, and guns and spent shell casings were scattered all over the ground.

The corpses of soldiers and monsters were piled up together, their blood dried and blackened.

Clancy, suppressing his nausea, raised his camera and began recording this hellish scene.

Suren scanned the battlefield before him, his gaze pausing as a corpse leaning against the corner of the wall caught his attention.

The corpse had its head bowed, wearing an orange-red protective suit with a large gash in its chest.

Beside him lay a crowbar, and next to it lay a worm that looked like a turkey, lying on its back with its four legs in the air.

Suren stared at the crowbar, sensing its unusual material, and prepared to pick it up.

Just as he bent down, the corpse suddenly reached out and grabbed Suren's arm.

"what!"

The corpse suddenly came back to life, and Andrei, who was following behind Suren, screamed in fright.

Suren glanced back at Andrei.

The man in the protective suit struggled to lift his head; his face mask was covered in blood.

"It's out of control... the underlying... device... the power must be cut off... or it must be destroyed."

Before he could finish speaking, the man's head lolled to the side, and the hand that was holding Suren fell limply to his side, and he became completely still.

"Dead...dead?!"

"Andrei asked, stammering."

Suren expressionlessly removed his mask and checked his breathing.

"So what if you're unconscious? Why are you tilting your head like that?"

He was somewhat speechless, so he casually put away the crowbar and then rummaged around on the other person's body.

I found a black and red metal card with a barcode printed on it; it looked like a pass.

"Ah! A 5.56mm assault rifle, my favorite!"

The old lady's loud laughter came from behind me.

Suren stood up and turned around. She saw the old woman holding a rifle, skillfully pulling the bolt to check the magazine.

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, the old lady raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I served in the army when I was young, and this thing is way more useful than those wooden sticks you're holding!"

Andrei gave an awkward laugh.

Suren continued walking in and came to the elevator at the end of the middle passage, looking down.

As expected, the elevator car got stuck in mid-air, and the protective glass shattered on the ground.

Returning to the entrance, Suren looked at the two paths on the left and right: "Left or right? You choose one, I'm just unlucky."

Andrei looked at the two gloomy corridors and pointed to the right.

Suren stared at him for a while, nodded, and walked to the left.

There are many rooms in the passageway on the left, most of the doors are closed, and there are blurry signs on the walls.

Suren pushed open a half-closed door, inside which were just some ordinary desks and scattered documents.

"In a typical base, the first floor is usually used for administrative offices and logistics scheduling."

The old woman held a gun, warily surveying her surroundings. This scene reminded her of her younger days.

"To prevent leaks, laboratories and quarantine areas are usually located on lower floors. Look for the escape stairs."

Suren nodded, searched along the passage for a while, and finally found a fire door that was stuck.

He kicked it open, revealing the staircase leading downstairs.

The layout of the second basement level is completely different from that of the first level, and it smells like rotten eggs.

There are no rooms here, only a large hall, in which dozens of glass petri dishes are neatly arranged.

The murky liquid in the petri dish contained the corpses of various strange creatures.

Some monsters had their upper bodies split open, and their arms were sharp blades; others were soaked in fleshy worms, like facehuggers.

A small number of culture tanks shattered, and the corpses inside disappeared without a trace.

Suren didn't examine the corpses; he stopped in front of a terminal that was still powered on.

On the screen of the control panel is an encrypted log, with an icon of three intersecting circles printed on its surface.

Suren secretly memorized the pattern, intending to investigate it further upon returning home.

He took out the metal card he had obtained from looting the corpse and swiped it in the card slot on the control panel.

"drop--"

With a soft click, the log was unlocked, and lines of cold text appeared on the screen.

[Creative code: X-89, Hermit Crab]

[Special Feature Description: Body size similar to poultry...]

……

[Creature Code: X-42, Hound]

[Characteristic Description: A three-legged, canine-like creature...]

……

[Confidential Document Update: Test]

[Please begin the first round of testing on the twelve live samples, including X-13 and X42...]

……

[Test Log: Fusion of Another World Creature Failed]

[Test Results: The target body underwent severe cellular decomposition, exhibiting extremely weak load-bearing capacity, and is unsuitable as a stable landing container.]

[Analysis Conclusion: The creatures from subspace lack certain human traits and are not adaptable. It is necessary to attempt to enlarge the spatial rift and search for other life forms for testing.]

[Additional Observation: Environmental Dependence]

[Test Log: All subspace living samples must be placed within the unusually dense fog emanating from the spatial rift in order to maintain vital signs.]

[Ingredient Analysis: None available]

[Escape reaction: Once removed from the fog or exposed to the normal world, the target will experience a rejection reaction, leading to instantaneous cell failure and death.]

Suren stared at the screen, her brows gradually furrowing.

These lunatics not only use humans as vessels for demonic descent, but now they're setting their sights on warp creatures.

He recalled the red seal on the demonic core in Miles' mind.

Such methods are beyond the reach of ordinary people and are most likely the work of a wizard.

However, this manual sealing method is extremely inefficient.

It's important to know that very few humans possess the talent for exorcism, let alone those who do; they may never even come into contact with anything related to exorcism in their lifetime.

"So, they're trying to create an assembly line for holding demonic containers using warp creatures?"

But even if such otherworldly creatures could truly serve as vessels for demons, how could they possibly escape the scrutiny of the Angel Council?

Suren was somewhat puzzled.

However, there is also good news.

The experiment at this base has clearly failed, and as long as the cracks are closed and the fog dissipates, the monsters that escape from the base will die.

"Stop filming! Clancy! Don't you want to live anymore?!"

Behind him came Andrei's devastating roar.