Volume 1 Glacial Relics Chapter 33 The Prophet's Messenger
"Remember, no one is allowed to enter the priest's room before noon tomorrow." Ke Lan said in a majestic manner.
Anyway, the intimidating enough, so it would be a waste to use it.
"Yes, yes." The two men in black said timidly.
"My people and I plan to rest here for one night. You... forget it, it's okay, you all should go out first." Ke Lan originally wanted to ask the men in black to bring some food, but when she thought of those gray potatoes, radioactive meat and so on, she immediately lost her appetite. Perhaps the canned food in those sacks was the best food in this settlement.
Ke Lan returned to the front hall, and the hound came closer nervously, pointing towards the inner room.
Not only did the man in black hear the sound made by the flesh worm, but they also heard it. Fortunately, they were able to keep their composure and did not conflict with the man in black.
"Ahem... The priest is feeling a little unwell and is resting."
The essence of human beings is indeed a repeater.
The men in black have already started packing up and preparing to leave. As for where they are going to spend the night and whether they will freeze to death, this is not something Ke Lan and the others need to worry about.
But at this moment, an uninvited guest suddenly lifted the door curtain - he was wearing the same black robe as the men in black, and wrapped in a piece of felt covered with ice. His chest was heaving violently, and the hot breath he exhaled gathered into a small cloud of rising white mist in front of him.
The man's boots were caked with mud, and his pants were covered with mud spots. He looked dusty and had obviously traveled a long way to get here.
"You are also a servant of the true God?" The man in black was confused when he saw the other person's clothes. "...praising the glory of the true God and singing the praises of the greatness of the true God?"
"'Willing to fight for the true God'... I am the prophet's messenger, bringing 'forgiveness' to your high priest. Let me in quickly." The visitor said impatiently.
The Prophet's Messenger? Bringing "forgiveness"?
Except for him, everyone present was stunned. The man in black looked at Ke Lan, then at the "envoy", with big question marks in his small eyes...
"It's better to strike first!" Ke Lan suddenly attacked, kicked a man in black to the ground, and then hit another one hard in the face with the butt of his gun!
The others also reacted quickly. When Ke Lan shouted the word "attack", the Hound had already knocked down two people with his elbows. Ivan used a sharp scalpel to cut open one person's carotid artery, and hot blood spurted everywhere.
These men in black had no professional combat training and were caught off guard, so they were all killed by the hunters in just a few rounds. Only the "prophet messenger" was left standing alone in the center of the front hall.
"...Who are you?" the messenger asked. He took two steps back, but Leighton's tall body had already blocked the door, blocking his retreat.
"It's your uncle!"
The hound spat on the ground, wiped the blood off his face, glanced at Ivan with some displeasure, and complained, "Doctor, can you please not cut the aorta in future fights? The blood sprayed all over my face, it was so sticky and fishy, it was really uncomfortable."
"If you stab the heart, the blade will break when it hits the ribs." Ivan squatted on the ground and wiped the blood off the blade with a blanket.
"You...you are heretics?"
"Fuck you, hammer!" Just when the hound was about to take action, the messenger suddenly pulled out a horn dagger from his arms and stabbed it into his chest with force!
"......?" Layton tilted his head in confusion.
Hound: "... Is this... complete despair?"
The blade of the dagger was about ten centimeters long and almost completely penetrated the left chest. If it wasn't a magic prop with a retractable blade, the heart would have been pierced through.
With this kind of injury, if he were rushed to the emergency room and given an artificial heart, he might still be saved. But in this damn place, let alone a heart transplant, there aren't even the conditions for a minor appendectomy.
This "messenger" who committed suicide can be said to be dead.
“……” He held the hilt of the knife with both hands, fell to his knees with a plop, and said something in an unclear and hoarse voice.
No one understood what he said except Ke Lan.
This is the language of the Alpha civilization...
The general meaning is: "I am willing to offer my body as a breeding ground for the seeds of erosion to awaken and sprout."
Seeds of erosion?
If he offers his body as a breeding ground... is there something parasitic inside this guy?
Thinking of this, Ke Lan immediately warned: "Everyone be careful, stay away from him!"
"What's wrong? Does this guy have a big trick?" The Hound pointed the gun in his hand at the "Messenger".
In their opinion, the words spoken by the "messenger" should be just a curse before death... As for curses, atheists who believe in science are not afraid of them at all. Of course, if it comes to a competition of foul language, even their "true God" may not be a match for the hound.
"…What is this?!" Ivan, who was standing right in front of the messenger, suddenly exclaimed.
Dozens of tentacles of varying thickness emerged from the messenger's mouth, nostrils, and eye sockets. Even his two eyeballs were squeezed out and fell to the ground.
These tentacles were tough and powerful, with dense suction cups on their surface. They wrapped around the messenger's head and easily crushed the hardest skull in the human body, completely deforming the entire head...
The body of the messenger was like a container for raising a monster. Now that the monster had grown, the human body could no longer accommodate its body - not just the head. More tentacles had drilled out from under the skin of the "container". They danced wildly, tearing the cage that was originally used to imprison them into pieces bit by bit.
The "messenger" disappeared, leaving behind only an indescribable monster made up of a mass of tentacles.
Of course, there could be more than one.
"I've never seen this thing before..." Ivan said, trying hard to suppress his fear and disgust. "I've read the 950th edition of the Alpha Planet Native Biology Atlas at least ten times, and there's no record of this thing, not even a similar species."
"This tentacle... is a bit like the octopus on Earth, except that the octopus at least has a head... This thing seems to have nothing but tentacles." The hound had retreated to the wall. The safety of the rifle was on, and it could fire as long as the trigger was pulled.
"Gulp... Gulp... Uh... Gulp..." A strange sound came from inside the tentacle ball. It sounded like a person talking with a mouthful of water. Even the pronunciation was extremely unclear.
But Ke Lan understood again!
It's saying... "Not enough! Not enough!"
