That was the day when the remnants of the military command vowed not to participate in any events on the mysterious side again.
That day was a day of guns and swords fighting against darkness.
That day was a day of disastrous defeat.
People finally realized that technology is not omnipotent, and there are things that the legion cannot resist.
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“Ahh! Stop! Stop!!! Ahhhh!!!”
The screams of his subordinates made Bass realize that the situation was beyond his control. When he looked closely at the subordinates who were screaming, he found that they had stopped screaming as he had requested.
He remained motionless and silent.
The shadow troops on the opposite side also disappeared, and except for one life lost in unknown circumstances, everything remained safe and sound.
Bass stepped forward and opened the visors on his men's helmets. Inside the armor that they were so proud of, there was nothing.
The flesh that should have been protected by the armor has now become food for some unknown creatures.
Screams began to spread throughout the army.
This is a massacre on one side.
What's frustrating is that Bass has no idea what kind of monster he is facing.
If it is a man-eating vine, they have prepared gasoline; if it is a powerful beast, they have prepared guns; if it is a creature that knows magic, their armor has exquisite enchantments.
But now the opponents can't even see it.
The only difference was the shadow under each subordinate's feet.
When their lives fade away, the two shadows under their feet will merge into one.
"Give up the game! Crush the ID card!!!"
Bass cried out at the top of his lungs the words he least wanted to say.
Victory and glory are indeed valuable, but the lives of these subordinates are more valuable.
The surviving soldiers reluctantly accepted the order to leave, but they all silently did one thing, which was to take the armor of their brothers home.
Every survivor carried two or three empty sets of armor on their hands.
The heavy armor is not heavy; what is heavy is their mood at this moment.
Everyone was ready to give a big fight before the game started, but it was a humiliation for them to exit in this way.
Bass waited for the final transmission to be completed, but he stayed where he was, looking lonely at the ground washed by gunfire.
He gave a bitter smile, and his red-veined eyes couldn't help but shed two lines of hot tears.
He didn't even know how he lost.
The reason why he hadn't left yet was because he wanted to see what had defeated him and the invincible military command system.
"Let me see your true faces!!"
Bass roared hysterically.
The creature in the dark suddenly lost its target and was naturally extremely unhappy.
They are the kings of the forest, and the dignity of the king cannot be easily crushed by these fragile humans.
They will make these outsiders pay the price for trampling on the forest, and they will turn all outsiders into nutrients for darkness.
The shadows lost their hosts, and they could only gather together abruptly.
They slowly left the ground, floated into the air, and gathered into a ball.
With the help of the sunlight, Bass finally saw his opponent clearly.
Those spores were as big as dust, but they were controlled like a swarm of bees.
There are tens of thousands of these tiny black dots, so it's no wonder that guns and cannons do so little damage to them.
A huge number of them gathered together and secreted digestive juices at an extremely fast speed. A living person would be completely devoured without knowing who the enemy was.
The armor of the military command had no meaning in front of them. Their extremely tiny size allowed them to drill into every gap and directly corrode their prey.
The spores come from humble mushrooms found throughout the forest, but they are the most important part of the entire forest.
Their bodies, those tiny mushrooms, form the bottom of the food chain.
With the help of sunlight, they continue to reproduce, and their bodies provide nutrients to herbivores in the forest.
Herbivores will be hunted by carnivores, and the spores that cannot be absorbed will be scattered in another environment along with the feces of the carnivores, and continue to reproduce through the decaying corpses and smelly feces.
These tiny mushrooms were the ones that defeated the military command.
They are the uncrowned kings of the forest.
The people in the military command rushed around recklessly while rushing on the road, causing great damage to the forest environment.
This is equivalent to destroying the home that the mushrooms have been building.
What would you do to an intruder who broke into your home
The natural thing to do is to take up weapons to drive them away, or even kill them, which also leads to the aggregation of mushroom consciousness.
It turned out to be just the consciousness hidden in countless mushrooms, gathered together.
A large number of mushrooms sprayed their spores at the same time, and the subordinates who were on the road naturally got a lot of them without knowing it.
They just thought it was dust or dirt that stuck to their bodies while they were running.
It is ridiculous that a tiny spore led to the failure of everyone in the military command system.
The shadow troops they saw did not actually exist.
That's the illusion caused by the digestive juices starting to corrode the body.
The extra shadow is the tracking mark of the spores following their prey.
They imitate the appearance of shadows, slowly eroding and slowly devouring their prey.
At this time, the spores that had lost their target gathered together, and they were preparing to attack the only human who was still standing in front of them.
Bass, on the other hand, closed his eyes in despair.
He awaited the judgment that the spores would bring.
The remnants of the military command who had already arrived outside the venue and were being treated by the medical team burst into tears. They did not want to see Bass die, and they shouted loudly,
"Run! Move!"
The aggregate formed by the robes kept changing its shape in the air, and finally they chose to become the same shape as the enemy.
The dark figure was the same height and face as Bass, but with a sneering expression.
They slowly imitated Bass's previous walking movements and walked towards Bass step by step.
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"Something happened to someone in the military command department!"
Let’s go back a few minutes.
Hearing the sound of heavy gunfire, Joet Brown rushed to the scene without stopping.
He always had this strange premonition that the indomitable military command system would lose, so he had to go and see it with his own eyes.
Demir followed behind Joe Butran in confusion.
He couldn't understand why Joet Brown wanted to join in the fun and expose himself to everyone.
You know, this is a knockout round!
If you expose yourself, wouldn't that make you a target of public criticism
Although he thought so, Demir still followed obediently, after all, Jobtran was his ally.
Run towards the direction where smoke is still coming out of the ground. The black smoke is the best signpost.
As he ran, Jobtran carefully avoided the mushrooms that were erupting with robes. It was just a subconscious evasive action, but Demir saw it.
The beast-like sense of crisis reminded Demir that these mushrooms did not look easy to deal with, so he followed Joet Brown's steps and shuttled through the jungle.
When the two of them ran out of the dense forest, the hourglass in the sky was almost counting down, and it was time to teleport to the next environment.
What's interesting is that it's now a question of whether the next transmission is necessary.
Jobtran saw Bass standing alone in the middle of the open space with his eyes closed, looking like he was waiting to die.
The dark shadow in front of him walked towards Bass step by step in an unskilled manner.
The instinctive reaction made Joe Butran do two things at the same time. First, he pulled out the ebony wood from his waist, and second, he pushed Bass, who was standing stupidly, to the ground.
The devil-like muzzle of the ebony gun let out a deafening roar after Jobtran pulled the trigger, and shot out a red light as hot as magma, vaporizing everything in its path.
The beam of light pierced through the slowly advancing black figure and left a large hole in its chest.
Suddenly, a cold thought focused on Joe Butran who shot and ruined his plan.
That was a murderous intent that was pure to the extreme.
Joet Brown's movements slowed down, but he shouted,
"Demir, set fire!"
The black figure no longer maintained its human form, but instead dispersed itself as if it were imploding.
After Demir responded, he immediately picked up a bucket of gasoline that had fallen to the ground and poured it towards the black figure, while quickly taking out a lighter.
Demir threw the fire starter, but the black figure exploded.
The spores floating in the air originally intended to disperse and devour all three people in front of them, but in the air filled with gasoline, this was not a wise thing to do.
The intense explosion effect did not last long, but it was enough to burn most of the spores floating in the air.
Bass, who was pushed to the ground, opened his eyes in confusion.
He looked at the stranger who rescued him, a stranger wrapped tightly like a mummy.
"Why save me?"
"Only by living can there be glory."
Jobtran answered, but he still looked around cautiously.
Although the murderous intent was weakened by the explosion, it still surrounded them.
"I didn't expect that the people on the school board would actually foster something like this. Aren't they just playing with fire?"
Joet Brown frowned and said with some displeasure.
"Do you know what this is?"
Bass asked eagerly, wanting to know what he had lost to.
“Death Shadow, a kind of mushroom.
Carnivorous mushrooms. "
Jobtran answered,
“They are everywhere, in forests, deserts, and cities.
They are an extremely peaceful, yet extremely dangerous plant.”
DeMille interrupted.
"Legend has it that the decline of the Mayan civilization was related to this fungus-like carnivorous plant."
"Well, no one has ever dared to keep such a thing in captivity."
As Joet Brown answered, he looked around at the shadows slowly gathering in the jungle.
"They don't intentionally invade or harm living things, but live on the remains or excrement left by living things.
In real life, they are rarely seen.
But the number of death shadows in the magic forest is so great that they have developed active consciousness.
Bass, you should ask yourself, what did you do to deserve this kind of basically unsolvable thing?"
Bass was stunned. He shook his head.
"I have no idea."
"Forget it, now is not the time to dwell on this issue.
Now there are three paths before you to choose from.
First, survive, form an alliance with us, and then take the glory you deserve on your own.
Second, crush your ID card like a coward and go back to campus.
Third, just pretend that we have never been here, and go be the nutrient for the Shadow of Death."
Joet Brown gave Bass three choices as he pulled the trigger of his ebony gun, shooting at the shadows gathering in the forest.
The reason why Jobtran wanted to win over Bass was simply because Bass was a promising talent. If he could win over one more person, he would have one more bargaining chip to fight against Arthur.
Demir stood aside, taking out some objects with historical traces from his backpack and started fiddling with them.
Joet Brown didn't ask any more questions, but let DeMille do it on his own.
Bass, who was lying on the ground, pushed himself up with his hands and crawled up.
He looked at the man shooting into the jungle with his back facing him, feeling somewhat puzzled.
Why would this man leave his back to me defenselessly
Why would this man, a total stranger, risk his life to save me
Countless questions came to his mind, but Bass didn't ask any of them.
He only did one thing, silently picked up the weapons on the ground and equipped himself.
Then Bass shouted,
"bring it on."
"Well, I'm glad you didn't become a wimp."
Joet Brown did not look back, but continued to shoot into the jungle without blinking.
The shadows of death in the jungle now seemed to be targeting the three of them, desperately spreading and erupting the spores on their mushroom bodies.
Killing intent came from all directions.
"Demir, is your protection array ready?"
Joet Brown asked abruptly.
"Almost done, almost done, just two more parts.
Eh? That's not right! How do you know that this is my protection array? ! "
DeMille responded instinctively and asked Joet Brown a question in return.
"Not only do I know this is a protective formation, I also know this is something you fished out from the lost ruins of Atlantis."
Joet Brown replied coolly, while DeMille looked as if he had seen a ghost.
“My goodness, you are such a scary man.
You can tell the whole story after just two glances."
Bass ignored Demir who was playing tricks, and looked at the mysterious man in front of him and asked,
"Who are you?"
"The man who will kill Arthur, Joe Butran."