One hour ago,
In the basement of Keith Whitetooth's house, William, who refused to sew up the leather door, also received the information about the changes in clothing transmitted to his retina from the gentleman's clothing at the first time.
≮Due to the large-scale access of exogenous skins, this clothing has integrated three different types of diseases, which have now been integrated into skin syndrome. In addition, due to the intervention of the apostle skin, the quality of the clothing has also changed significantly, and two new passive effects have been added. The details are as follows:
"Black Dead Skin": The clothing itself can store and express a variety of death attributes including plague fog bacteria, unknown black sea water, etc., greatly improving magic resistance and causing anti-injury effect on attackers.
In addition, the glove structure can also be derived for attack.
"The Will of the Gatekeeper": The will of Pim Lawley, the keeper of the Stitching Gate, remains in the clothing room, giving the individual an indomitable spirit.
therefore,
When William roughly deduced the overall level of the plague bed, he prepared to use the rats in the plague bed to "bless" the clothes.
The fighting skills taught by Teacher Zed were perfectly displayed with the support of the new costumes. Not only that, William also vaguely found a "rhythm" in the fighting process, a sense of rhythm learned from dancing with Mr. Rabbit.
I always feel that the power of the blows delivered in accordance with the rhythm will increase several times.
The punch that was thrown accidentally not only completely smashed the target in front of him, but also smashed the rats behind him into pieces. Even the stone wall of the factory dozens of meters away was blasted with a deep fist mark.
William was like a hell-boxer, leaving no trace wherever he went.
Thirteen just followed beside him and was responsible for dispersing the abyss matter.
"Teacher... He is much stronger than he was a month ago!"
…
at the same time.
The central laboratory of the plague bed is equipped with various experimental instruments, which are very different from those in human laboratories.
The reactors, distillation towers and other equipment here are all made by mixing stone and meat.
That is, it is made of special dark stones mined from mines, combined with the "gastric membrane" grown by the open source ratmen, which can provide a constant temperature space that is most suitable for the cultivation, reaction and fermentation of pathogenic microorganisms.
The plague product produced by the central laboratory will continue to go through multiple layers of refining and extraction, and the final "plague liquid" will be gathered in a special room called the Plague Room just below the laboratory.
This place is less than 20 square meters, and the overall design is like an indoor hot spring.
A completely different rat man was resting in the hot springs, with a three-ring mark on his forehead symbolizing the plague.
There were long black horns growing in a tangled network on his head. This type of horn did not look like something a mouse should have, as if he was infected with some other disease.
This ratman is the founder of the Plague Bed and the acting lord of Rat City - Dugarl Plagueheart, also known as the Green Prime Minister.
This secret room was built in the past ten years. In addition to being filled with plague fluid, it is also filled with endless darkness. The ore used to construct the secret room was mined from deep in the mine, and each piece of ore was dug out by him personally.
Using the plague fluid in the form of a hot spring and the dark secret room as a medium, his mind was traveling between the "paths".
In fact, he had already embarked on the "plague path" decades ago.
In the early stages of his journey, he made use of the plague resources of the entire city and his journey went quite smoothly.
But the last section of the journey seemed like a maze and there was no way out. I even felt my legs sinking into the cement and even the most basic step forward became a problem.
He was always unwilling to admit the fact that his approach had failed, and even gradually went insane due to this frustration. He began to ignore the status of Rat City and the lives of the rat people, and intensified his research on the plague beds.
But I can only stay where I am and cannot make any breakthroughs.
Until one day, whispers from the abyss came from the corner of the office...
current.
Dugar Plagueheart was enjoying the darkness and tranquility in the secret room, crawling forward along the path with his tentacles, when a disturbance from the outside world forced him to wake up.
Interrupt the path,
He absolutely could not tolerate such noise, and was determined to find out who made it, eat them alive, or even throw their heads into a plague can to torture them continuously.
However, the increasingly louder beating sounds made him feel something was wrong.
"Eye of the Plague"
The three-ring mark between the eyebrows began to wriggle, and as the skin broke, three green eyeballs stuck together emerged to replace the original mark.
These three special eyes can use the plague in the air as a medium to observe the detailed conditions between the plague beds.
A young man who was killing people in a plague bed building came into view. It was very important to first confirm that the other party was an open source patient.
However, even though it was only the open source stage, the young man seemed to be able to kill with ease, and the oppressive feeling brought by fighting with his bare hands even made him feel dangerous.
“He easily killed my carefully selected subordinates and the plague mutants that I had painstakingly cultivated with his bare hands, and he has not even received a single injury so far.
This guy should be similar to me, both at the limit of open source. It is not easy for me to defeat or even kill this guy, and I may even have to pay a heavy price.
Judging from the aura he exudes and his killing pattern, this guy is most likely a potential recruit of the Plague Knights, and is undergoing the final test of joining the group.
I heard recently that there are frequent wars and conflicts between the Original Tomb and the Cancer Palace. It seems that this new soldier of the Death Plague found our city, which belongs to the Cancer Palace, just to show off himself
You actually want to use me as a springboard? If so, why not use a borrowed knife to kill someone else? Now I only have one last step to complete, and I can't waste time because of my serious injuries.
Although we haven't sent out a distress signal for a long time, as long as we tell the Cancer Palace that there is a suspected dead person causing trouble, they will definitely send someone to deal with it, right?"
Thinking of this, an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Dugar's arms, full of sores, were gently placed on both sides of the pool, and the plague water flowed over his shoulders.
When he got up from the hot spring, he found that only his upper body was still normal.
As a ratman, his lower body had long lost the "concept of form" and was filled with all kinds of indescribable living organs that constantly flowed with black pus, connected by tentacles that were wrapped around and pierced.
It seemed as if he could only move by crawling. The loss of the lower body was very similar to that of the hotel owner, both of which were the effects of being immersed in the abyss.
Dugar put on a coat similar to the plague robe to cover up his depraved and corrupt lower body.
He began to mutter some ancient secret method, and his body was broken into tiny plague bacteria... After a few seconds, his body condensed and took shape in an office that had not been used for a long time.
A tumorous telephone is stored in a safe here and has not been called for hundreds of years.
When he tried to pick up the receiver, the call was connected instantly.
"Is there any emergency to report?"
"This is the Rat City - Pests, I am the acting city lord - Dugar, there is a patient who can express the characteristics of the Death Plague and is killing people here, so I would like to request reinforcements from the Cancer Palace."
"We have received the information. We will dispatch the nearest Tumor Knight to handle the matter. If it is later discovered that the information you provided is wrong, Cancer Palace will directly hold you accountable."
"Thank you so much."
After hanging up the phone, Dugar couldn't help but get excited. "They actually arranged for the 'Knight of the Tumor' to come directly. It seems that their relationship with the deceased is really bad~... In this way, I just need to have a good rest and wait for the incident to end.
Maybe you can even get some benefits that will help you along the way."
…
A neutral city more than a hundred kilometers away.
A woman in casual clothes and wearing a mask, holding a specially made crystal lollipop in her mouth.
In front of her lay eight obscene patients who had been beaten beyond recognition. The reason was simple: one of them had just deliberately touched the woman's butt.
Just as she was about to continue educating these impolite guys,
A burst of information came into my mind.
"Rat City... suspected dead person? Oh, I was just saying that it's boring to hang out, finally there's something to do."
As the woman turned and left,
The group of people finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as they were trying to recover their bodies, a lollipop was thrown over. It was the lollipop that the woman had mentioned before.
boom!
Violent explosions occurred in the alleys, even causing the city to sound the alarm.
The woman ignored the explosion and went back to the shop where she bought the lollipops. She took out her swollen backpack with storage function and bought all the lollipops for today.
Then he moved the mask up slightly and put one of the strands between his cherry-pink lips.