The sun shines through the dirty clouds and emits a strange purple light.

The four people stood on a small deserted hill, and before them was the boundaries of the earth polluted by evil flesh and blood, but they did not hesitate to move forward. Because the key to saving the world is in the deepest part of that flesh and blood land.

These four people are warriors from the wild tribe, wizards from the tower city, fire controlers from the gear ruins, and mysterious believers who worship the god of wealth and deception, a despicable thief who still has a trace of light in his heart.

"Why, my description is 'despicable and there is still a trace of light in my heart'? I mean, why is my description longer than you all?" The thief pulled the bolt of the rifle.

"I think this description is suitable for you." The warrior moved his wrists, and the two toaxes with special biological toxins attached to them were as light as two straws in his strong wrists. "I wish I could take this toaxe out. This is a giant axe made of the claws of the murderous Cancer. I hunted it alone at the age of fifteen. Its body is as big as a bus, known as the 'Tearer', and it took me a whole month to prepare."

"Come on, we all know that you are allergic to seafood outside." The wizard mocked.

"But I still like these two axes."

"I know."

The four of them looked at the place that was contaminated by the abominable flesh and blood for a while, and then began to walk carefully.

"It's still inactive." The wizard used his enhanced memory to recall the nature of this devastating contagious. Thanks to the foundation's cutting-edge intelligent reinforcement technology, he was able to memorize the entire containment document. "Before attracting its attention, we find the core and destroy it, which can cause all the flesh and blood to wither in the area. But without heavy protective equipment, we will also be infected by ubiquitous spores. In fact, we need four sets of Class A hazardous environmental protective clothing."

"Well said. But it's meaningless." The warrior retorted.

"Then, it seems to be an outpost." The taciturn Fire Controller pointed to the left front. He was the oldest person in the four-person adventure group. It is said that he came from the mobile task force, the kind of person who entered hell alive and returned alive. Although he did not speak normally, he would receive enough attention every time he spoke. "There is a ruin that looks like an outpost for epidemic prevention, and there should be extra protective clothing there."

"How do you know there will be no vine creatures there?"

"You'll know when you go and have a look."

The four of them approached the outpost that seemed to have been unused for more than ten years. It is hard to imagine that after the site was abandoned. For more than ten years, the abominable flesh and blood did not spread its sphere of influence outside the isolation zone again. Even the spores that drifted with the wind could technically cover the entire isolation zone. However, the epidemic area was like being confined to a fixed area by some kind of force, which made them not only suspect that the flesh and blood might be attracted by what is hidden inside them, or even the things inside felt too dangerous.

"Haha! It's a harvest day!" The thief brought out a large amount of ammunition from the arsenal. He found a squad with machine guns, carried the ammunition around his shoulders and wrapped it around his shoulders for several times. The fire controler began to replenish his fuel tanks.

"These protective suits have not been sealed yet." The wizard moved out four heavy white protective suits from the dusty box. "It is the standard protective suit of the Russian military's biochemical forces. It is different from the foundation's safety standards. If there is a choice, I still trust the foundation's logistics department more."

"But we don't have more choices, aren't we?" The warrior began to drill into the protective suit. "These things are really hindering my movements."

"Thank you, dm!" The thief gritted his teeth and stuffed a few burning grenades into his waist.

You're welcome.

After harvesting a lot of supplies and replenishing ammunition and protective suits, four members of the World Save Squad entered the realm of flesh and blood of hatred.

The scene here is undoubtedly hell. Even if you have been mentally prepared enough, you have read the documents and records of the shelter. After seeing the photos of those infected, the adventurers still feel severe discomfort. Humans, animals, and even insects and birds have become unrecognizable. The four of them witnessed the melted villagers walking on the ground covered with fungi. The melted muscles and skin look like melted wax. Their limbs and heads are stretched and twisted. The mutations of each individual seem to be different, with bulging red sarcoma, facial features without facial features, and spores that spread from their bodies every time they breathe...

"vomit……"

The wizard vomited in his protective suit. The other three did not laugh at him because their stomach discomfort was almost the same.

"Damn it, hurry up and get the job done! The safety of this continent is tied to us!" The thief was so nervous that his face was covered with sweat. He was restraining his gun from shooting all living creatures wherever he looked. However, he was not the strongest person like this. The fire controler was breathing heavily. He had slowly raised the flamethrower, and his fingers trembled and tried to aim at the nearest infected person to pull the trigger.

"Potman, don't wake them up!" The thief noticed the abnormal movement of the Fire Controller, "We can still complete the mission!"

"Don't touch him, he can't hear what you are saying now." The warrior approached the firekeeper carefully. "He has symptoms of ptsd (PTSD) and don't stimulate him now."

"But the environment we are in now is impossible to do without irritating it." The thief's eyes were circling around. After entering this small village, the infected villagers seemed to have begun to notice them, looking confused, but their course of action had changed a little and were approaching them. "Now, only the most basic infected people appear around us. If it stimulates its immune system, the infected people will become those big guys who have only witnessed in the records."

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me." The Fire Controller recovered from his tense mental state, "Continue to carry out the mission. Don't worry about me."

"Okay. Then we... carry out the search mission." The wizard's uncomfortable voice came from behind the hood, "Try not to kill the infected person at this stage. The four of us act together and repeat the discipline. Any infected person will be executed. So everyone, please protect your protective suits. We don't want to pull the trigger on our companions."

None of the other three said anything. No one wanted to die here, be assimilated as one of these strange lives, and not want to be executed by their teammates.

"If we die here, we will have nightmares." The thief said a playful word. Everyone laughed, but the laughter was a little dry.

"I can't imagine how many times do the operatives of the Mobile Task Force face in a year?" the Samurai sighed, "Portman. Can you say something? There is no surveillance here, no confidentiality regulations."

"Cough. When I go out to write a report, I will record your speech." The mage reminded.

"Pick something you can say." The thief encouraged him.

"I can't believe that we must abide by the confidentiality regulations here." The warrior said dissatisfiedly, and the four of them acted while talking. The four of them had quickly searched two houses.

"It's less than you think, and it's very boring. Most of the time it's easier and safer than what we're facing now." The Firekeeper simply said, "The only trouble is those 'little' times."

"Yes." Everyone nodded together.

"The only thing I fear is not death. It is meaningless death." The Fire Controller sorted out his thoughts, "The Warriors who died to save others, those who sacrificed their missions, those who received the Foundation Star, those more names engraved on the memorial wall... Of course, most of them are blank. There is only a star in marble that represents them. Even after death, their identities are confidential. I sacrificed on a mission, and I will be a star without a name. You probably know. Portman is not my real name. The members of the Mobile Task Force are not afraid of death. We are all dancing with the unknown and crazy. We are just afraid that our own death is meaningless, and have made no contributions, but are just swallowed by something illogical and irrational...."

While he was talking, four people were searching in a house. The microwave oven, which had been used for a long time, was still rotating, but was wrapped in sticky secretions. In the translucent shell, the microwave equipment was still working, revealing the blood-red light wrapped in mucosa.

"Oh my goodness." The wizard murmured to himself.

At the end of the corridor is a giant worm. It has human hands and feet, like father, mother, and a pair of children's bodies fused together. It is like when a terrible plague spreads and when the doomsday comes, the four people hugged each other to meet death. This fused monster has four irregular twisted faces... No. It is not a face, it is just a melted face. Only holes that seem to be used to dissipate heat are left where the face is located. The exposed bones are twisted into strange appearances, and the dense eyeballs are staring at the four people together.

"We'll exit, the core won't be here." The thief's voice was almost whimpering.

"So where will it be?" the Fire Controller asked in a low voice.

"Look for a place with water." After saying this, the wizard vomited again.

The four of them quickly left the apartment, but found that there were already a circle of weird infected people at the door, windows, back doors... all entrances and exits were surrounded. The four of them realized that they were surrounded.

"Do you use force?" said the thief nervously.

"...Okay, force authorization." The wizard clasped the laser emitter in his hand.

Authorized, the fire controlers and thieves immediately began to spit out firepower, and the bullets and flames tear the distorted flesh and blood into pieces and burned them. The kinetic energy interrupted the joints of the infected people's limbs, but the effect was only to prevent their movement. Only the flames had a real effective attack on them. Under the adhesion of the flames, the infected people let out inhuman screams and roars, stumbled to avoid the flames.

The solemn face of the fire controler was like a god under the reflection of the flames. Under the attack of military flamethrowers, the infected people gathered on the entire street were driven away. The high heat drained the oxygen in the air, causing the four people to feel suffocated.

"Shoot. Pay attention to caves, wells, or places where vines are abnormally enriched."

Without the wizard's order, the other three people had already rushed out along the street. The four finally entered the state and searched the town with all their might. The infected town seemed to have come alive, and it felt the invaders. Some infected people began to gather, but were driven or destroyed by the powerful firepower of the four.

"Be careful on your head. The records show that some infected birds will deliberately attack our protective suits. Some infected people will jump from high-rise windows or other places to attack us, so don't get close to suspicious high-rise buildings. Also, any infected person who looks weird and powerfully lethal should be reported as soon as possible."

"I saw it." The warrior held the two axes in his hand tightly, "What did that monster change?"

It looked like a pile of flesh and blood, with the living Ford. The four of them stared at the half car and the flesh and blood, and the engine seemed to be still running, and some broken clothes were condensed on its body, some like the bulletproof vest and helmet of Russian soldiers.

"Fire!" The thief roared and began to shoot.

"Be careful!" The wizard stepped back while shooting, but found that his feet had been caught by the appendages stretched out from the manhole at the sewer. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Come and save me!!!"

The monster that half of the car roared with the roar of the engine, then started it and crashed at a high speed that the other infected people could not match.

With a muffled sound, the thief who could not dodge flew out, hit the wall covered with mucous membranes and crimson flesh, and slid softly.

The wizard screamed and was dragged down from the manhole entrance, leaving only the warriors and the firekeepers fighting.

The warrior jumped agilely on the monster's back, and then used two axes to deeply embedded its flesh and blood. The special biological poison seemed to work, and the monster began to wither. The fire controler used a flamethrower to aim the sewer manhole entrance and began to spray. The sewer of the entire street was boiled, and several adjacent manhole covers were pushed high by the erupting fire. A violent scream resounded throughout the town, as if it had finally felt the pain.

"Go to die! Monster!!"

The warrior jumped off the monster's back, but saw the shadow under his feet moving, turning around and hitting a monster holding a giant sickle. This sword was enough to cut it in half, but it was resisted by him at a critical moment. This creature holding a giant sickle actually had a shape similar to a human, except that it was more than three meters high.

"What is this?!" The warrior used an axe to resist two slashes, "Damn it, we will be the heroes who save the world! How could we die here!"

However, his arm was already weak and weak in the violent collision, and could not resist the next slash again.

A fire broke through the sickle monster.

The latter mumbled, and his small head began to turn around, as if looking for the person to attack it.

Three flames flew over the warrior's ears, tearing the body of the sickle monster into several large pieces.

"It turns out that this is the turning point." The warrior gasped, "It turns out that this is the plot. We will be saved and then move on to the next plot. Then we can complete the task and become the heroes who save the world."

He turned his head and looked at the Fire Controller for a moment, and the latter's eyes were full of confusion.

"Did you see who saved us?"

"No."

The two approached each other while cleaning up the remaining infected people.

"See if the thief is still saved, the wizard was dragged into the sewer. Under the attack of the flamethrower, he may have been sacrificed."

"Ah, Dr. Dimon, feel sorry for him." The warrior laughed twice, "The person who lives to the end will treat you to a beer, at least he won't have to pay the bill."

"So, before using flames... was that plasma? Where was the person who saved me before?" The warrior looked around, "dm? Bookkeeper? It's time to move on to the next plot?"

No, that's not the plot I arranged.
Chapter completed!