"I'll dig dig dig... I'll get in the way, the frequency is high, can I do something practical?"
"What kind of real thing is this... It's obviously something that can be solved by a rocket launcher..."
"Wow, it's a rocket launcher, what a rude daughter of the President of the United States~~"
"...I don't want to be told by you..."
"...What are you doing?" Clausa, who was all the way to the lighthouse under Louis's guidance, silently looked at Liz and the mission target named "Ashley Graham" who were squatting on the small beach by the sea...they I was still wondering if Liz had already killed the threat on the lighthouse first, but saw these two people digging sand...
"Ah!" Ashley jumped forward and hid behind Liz in shock. Even though she had been complaining just now, she was used to being protected by this otherworlder who even her father recognized.
"Don't panic, don't you know who he is as soon as this face is shown?" Liz, who had recovered from eating, clapped his hands and stood up with a smile.
"This is... ah, I get it, the face of an American soldier! Is it one of the three agents?" At last, Li didn't need to squat anymore.
"..." The answer is correct, but Clausa is really not happy... Anyway, he has been used to Liz's jokes for two years, and now it is only performed by the daughter of the President of the United States, "So, what happened to the things on the lighthouse? "
"Ah~ keep it well... together with that little dwarf!" The smile on Liz's face was a bit more malicious.
"Huh? What's the matter..." The script written was that Leeds fired a rocket launcher to kill the base on the stage, and then killed Salazar who came to the door, right
"The reason... The last batch of sand has been dug enough, so let's show it to you." Liz clapped his hands, turned and walked towards the lighthouse.
Clausa and Louis looked at each other, and could only keep up... but Pear reluctantly followed in the back.
"?!" As soon as he walked into the lighthouse, Clausa was frightened by the corpses of believers lying all over the ground. Well, that was the result of someone's struggle.
"This is also Sadler's small military base on land... But the garrison is stronger than I thought." Louis shrugged.
"I see. This also explains why there is so much gunpowder in the boxes here... The homemade explosives they use are made here, right?" The believers with homemade explosives are meaningless and the most troublesome soldiers, but the other way around. Think, if these guys are not brain-dead little zombies but normal people, the battle may be several times more difficult.
"Well, but these things have nothing to do with me... All I need is gunpowder and sand." Liz went to the workbench placed by the entrance to activate the ability, "Synthesize, TNT!"
"What?!" A red square with ominous words was placed on the ground in front of Clausa.
"Hey~ such a small amount of gunpowder can make up such a large piece of TNT~" Liz gestured with both hands. Originally, there is a big difference in the volume of a piece of gunpowder and a piece of sand, and the resulting product seems to be based on the size of the sand. .
In other words, even if the low-power gunpowder becomes the high-power trinitrotoluene, the volume is inexplicably multiplied by a hundred and a thousand? This composite effect is also very cost-effective!
"I don't think about the ability of the synthesis system..." Anyway, more bizarre effects than this have appeared, what's the fuss about, "...I just want to ask what do you want to do?"
"I just want to kill the BOSS in a gorgeous way... Of course," Liz doesn't mind telling the truth, "because I was almost beaten to death by a group of mobs here, and I don't need a 'what' to vent. will deny~"
"... Hmph, it looks quite interesting. Let me help you too."
"Oh~? It's not like your style, it's like the splitter who is picking up girls."
"Those who are close to the ink are black."
…
(dong dong dong dong) After the concrete in front of him made an abnormal noise, Salazar finally saw the light again.
However, "Ah!" He was immediately caught by Clausa in iron armor from the one-person-sized prison piled up in Leeds, and then stepped on his feet.
"Transform, you also have parasites in your body, right?" Liz held an iron sword in front of Salazar.
"You, you!" Indeed, it is hard to imagine that Sadler's loyal subordinates were not infected with parasites, and Salazar also transformed as expected, the skin began to deform, the facial features began to distort... Then there is no more!
"What the hell is wrong with you! Is he really Sadler's central subordinate!?"
Although being caught by Leeds and trapped in concrete proves that he is not too strong, at least he cannot violate the law of conservation of mass and energy to become taller, larger and heavier dozens of times, but he has to evolve into licking food. Only the strength of the person is worthy of that loyalty! ? Has he transformed, or can't even Klausa's feet break free
"Wow wow...! Woo wah!" However, his brain does seem to be mentally retarded, and he can't even speak, and it can be regarded as having the symptoms of being infected with a biochemical virus.
"It's a disappointment, soldier..." Under Liz's signal, Clausa let go of his foot and let Salazar, who was infected, escape quickly, and the direction of escape was exactly the one that Louis thought was a "significant research". One of the results" of the matrix.
"Wow! Woah!" Under Salazar's roar, seven or eight small meat strips stretched out from the base like fleshy mucous membranes and tentacles stuck to the wall and gently rolled up Salazar, just about to complete the key fusion. action.
but…
"Farewell~" The crowd didn't seem to intend to watch his only domineering sideshow in his life, so they turned around and left.
"Ugh...?" Then he saw the white long-haired man who had imprisoned him tap a red block with flint before leaving... By the way, I don't know when the top of the lighthouse was placed in a pile of This kind of block, has the leader Sadler ever made this kind of thing in the lighthouse
I'm sorry, this is the last consciousness of the eighth-generation lord of a certain castle... His mighty and domineering transformation process seems to take longer than the time it takes for TNT to detonate...
…
"Why do you have to set fire here! Can't you light it on the first floor?!"
"Death or death! I don't have your system protection!"
"... just jumping into the sea. If you have the right posture, you won't die."
"Hahaha, explosion is art!!!"
The four of them flew to the diving platform that had been set up at the same time, and this time even the most cowardly obstructed Li jumped out without hesitation.
Then…
Boom - the lighthouse has since disappeared.