Chapter 204 Never Compromise (Four Thousand)
Jessica Jones's physical condition at this time was very bad. There were already a lot of wounds on her body, and her coat was torn into a puddle of rags by the walking corpses hanging on her body. .
The dense and innumerable wounds made her look like a character from a horror movie.
A few hazy rays of light penetrated the dark lower maze, and the hand ax left several marks on the wall during the constant fighting.
And the light came, but it was not a symbol of hope.
Now she had no retreat, with the hard wall behind her, and she had gone through all the corners of the maze. The corpses on the ground were also spread over every inch of the maze.
Now there is only one way left to go.
Jessica's attack provided a ventilated place in this sealed maze, but this supplement of air was not of much help to her tired body.
At most it made her sober up a little.
In front of her eyes was still a dense group of zombies, but she could already see the end of the team.
But the number of zombies in front of her still made her despair.
The ground was covered with disgusting corpses, and Jessica Jones felt a strong sense of panic mixed with the stench, as if she was being manipulated to attack innocent people.
The iron fist that was unable to stop her broke her heart.
Her feet were covered in sticky paste, and every move seemed to consume all her strength.
At this moment, she finally realized the despair the attacker felt before facing death.
He waved his hand with his arm bones a little feebly, and the ax in his palm also had some small cracks.
“Is this what it feels like?”
Jessica said in a weak voice, too much flesh and blood was torn from her body under the attack of the zombies. .
The legs were a lot thinner and covered with uneven bite marks, like a roasted leg of lamb that had been chewed by mistake. The fibers of the meat bounced around, which was a bit disgusting.
The pelvis can already be seen from the buttocks, and the rest of the meat has been scattered on the ground along with the fallen zombies.
Even a piece of long hair had fallen off a lot from her head at this time. It was pulled off by the zombies along with part of the scalp.
At this time, she looked like she had alopecia areata.
“Come on!”
Jessica yelled at the walking corpses that were approaching in front of her. It was a little difficult for those guys to move on the corpses of the same kind.
From time to time, he would fall to the ground and be crushed to pieces by the guys behind him, turning into corpses.
There are still many walking corpses.
Jessica swung the ax in her hand hard, but she lost her forearm muscles and let the weapon fall away!
On the holy mountain of Harrogath, Luke was absentmindedly dealing with Madoc's training, his eyes fixed on the projection above his head.
Jessica’s tragic situation fell in his eyes, making his body tense.
Madoc just looked at him without saying a word, as if he had no intention of reminding him to focus on training.
"Ancestor Madoc, does she still have a chance to come out alive?"
Luke's small voice was almost covered by the wind.
"I don't know, and neither does Orak. Only she knows now whether she can or comes out."
Madoc wanted to hand Luke a bottle of wine, but this There were no more treasures in the place that he knew of.
“You never say such convoluted words, so she is going to die?”
Luke forced a smile on his face, and then said in despair.
Bruce Wayne, who was observing everything on the Holy Mountain, also became nervous. Life should not pass easily.
He is struggling.
On the mountain peak not far away, Orak was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and a cow leg was slowly roasting in the fire in front of him.
Olac doesn't like Jessica Jones as the heir, even though it was entrusted to him by Burqueso.
Just watching a life gradually passing away in a secret realm will make this God of War feel lost.
"Are sinners worth living?"
Olac always said this sentence, and he never quite understood this question.
Especially after he died, he had a long time to think about this problem, but as he thought about it, he became more and more confused.
"What level of sinner is he? The kind who actively commits evil deeds and deserves to die? Or the kind who has to commit himself to darkness in order to survive?"
Banal looked at Orak in front of him with red eyes.
"Come on, Orak! People have to die. Who cares why? You have never done anything evil, so you still die? And your death is very miserable. Don't you think Do you deserve to die?"
Barnar grinned, revealing a mouth that was a bit too sharp.
The dark red beard undulated as he spoke.
"Trials are always like this. Those recruits also died in my secret realm, but I have never been lost."
Orak did not turn around to look at Banal behind him, but lowered his head to make his body look smaller.
"I really don't understand why you are nagging about what has happened? Aren't you on good terms with fate? He hasn't taught you to adapt yet?"
Barnar took out a pair The machete was waved around randomly.
"Destiny always observes silently and never involves changes."
Olac said quietly as if he was relaying what others said.
These are the words of Israel, the Archangel of Fate and Balance.
Israel always stands in a neutral position and tries to find solutions to problems.
But he is not involved in change and rarely takes action.
Even though he has always been devoted to fighting demons, he has never told others the final result of the Battle of Evermark.
He is like a puppet on strings, withdrawn and rarely talks.
"Could he really know everything? It's as if he had anticipated that Malthael would become a threat."
Banar was skeptical of Israel's power.
Just like a fortune teller, if everything he says can change, then what is the meaning of everything he says?
If everything he said was doomed, then it would be meaningless for him to say it all.
Banar does not believe in such a thing as fate. In his opinion, the value of fate is not as valuable as the stones that can be seen everywhere.
"Israel doesn't understand human nature, he's just looking for balance."
Olac flipped the corbel on the fire and said casually.
"Fuck Archangel! Orak! I only know what you want to do and just do it. Will you regret fighting Hamelin?"
Ba Na'er swung his two swords and slashed at Orak's shoulder.
With a harsh sound of metal friction, Orak held the God of War Blade in one hand and guided the two knives to the ground beside him.
"I will not be persuaded by you, just like I have never been able to convince you."
Orak stood up, and his huge figure completely enveloped Banal.
“But I can defeat you!”
Olac roared, and a shock wave extinguished the pile of flames, and the snow on the ground was also blown away, revealing the dense A recruit's hand ax stuck on a rock.
These were the weapons of the recruits who wanted to be his successors at that time. Each hand ax represented the loss of a life.
These recruits did not die in the fight with the devil, but stayed in his difficult secret realm.
"Come on then!" Banal's roar made saliva pop out of his mouth, and he charged towards Orak in a defenseless manner!
This kind of fighting has long been accustomed to the two of them, and it happens every time someone is about to die in Orak's trial.
This conversation has been going on between two people for hundreds of years.
...
In a room in the Heising Institution, some changes are taking place.
"Silas Victoria. Now you are my child."
Accardo showed a strange smile to the newly awakened Ms. Victoria in front of him.
In other words, Accardo's smile always carries a strange and evil aura.
Even a little crazy.
“What’s wrong with me!?”
Miss Victoria, who has just woken up, is trying hard to recall what happened before.
As an ordinary person, he rashly intervened in the extraordinary world and was taken hostage by a vampire wearing a priest's costume. Then he was asked by Akkad in front of him if he was a virgin.
The moment she answered in the affirmative, she was shot through the chest with a large-caliber pistol.
"Shouldn't I be dead?"
Silas acted like an innocent girl. As a police officer, she was not qualified at all.
But perhaps it was this innocence that gave her a new life under Accardo.
At this time, even if she became a pure vampire, she did not show anything Advantages worthy of attention.
Perhaps beauty counts as one.
"Acardo, guys from SHIELD are here, saying they want to use our power to eliminate vampires."
Integra crossed his right arm and said in a cold tone.
It is not difficult to hear her ridicule from her words.
SHIELD's style of always wanting to control everything has long made various organizations around the world dissatisfied.
Haising is no exception.
"I obey your orders, master."
Accardo left Silas, who was still in a daze, and said to Integra.
The relationship between him and Integra is a bit subtle, and both people involved in it are difficult to define.
Accardo smiled brightly, took off his blood-red hat, placed it on his chest, and bent down to salute.
A few red eyes opened in the shadows on the ground, making the room feel much colder in an instant.
"Deal with the things around you first. Those guys are not worth investing too much energy in. I will mobilize you only if necessary."
Integra turned around, she did not plan to intervene too much To the process of Accardo training his "daughter".
She can completely trust Accardo. This trip is just to find someone to relieve her inner emotions.
Vampire incidents have become more frequent in the UK recently, and Tegula has felt some pressure.
As Helsing's neighbor, she will not rashly intervene in SHIELD's battle.
In other words, she hopes that SHIELD can learn to respect other existences through constant losses. Only respect is the beginning of cooperation.
The arrival of Coulson is just the first step of respect, and Nick Fury's respect is never easy to enjoy.
Haising will not stand idly by, but the value of help will only be realized when it is truly necessary.
Accardo watched Integra leave with a smile, and then a flash of red light flashed in his eyes.
Silas, who was still fumbling for wounds on her body, felt a sudden surge of energy. She felt that she was about to know something terrible.
...
“This place is very abnormal. This door that I can’t kick open, and the car covered in blood.
There is even a faint stench coming from this place They all remind me to be careful.
Evil is everywhere, and danger can come at any time.
The stench is not the smell of rotting corpses, but it always makes me feel the presence of evil. This contradictory feeling even makes me a little confused.
I don’t understand why this is, or maybe there’s something being hidden here, but I haven’t seen the truth yet. ”
The homeless man sitting on the bench curled up and carefully wrote in a brown notebook.
There was a big difference between his performance and the normal homeless man. Differences, but that wooden sign makes these differences less noticeable.
The guys who advocate the doomsday theory have some degree of cerebral palsy. How can humans know the trajectory of fate?
Even if there are really people. Those who can predict the future will not let themselves be exposed
His body was squeezed in front of him as if curled up, his legs were on the stool, and his knees blocked the notebook, making the writing movement less conspicuous.
He saw the agents observing the place in the distance from the beginning, so he made himself act more like an ordinary vagabond.
There may be something wrong with the word "performance". He is a tramp himself, but not so normal.
So a homeless man trying to break in and find some chance of survival is not that noteworthy.
It’s just that he couldn’t kick open the door.
The blacksmith's shop made him feel like he was being guided at first, but this feeling shifted when Bulcasso left.
He understood in an instant that the feeling that attracted him came from Bulcasso.
On the first day of long observation, the goal was determined.
The homeless man scanned his surroundings again, and then walked in the direction he came from with the wooden sign that read "End of the World" written like graffiti.
He carefully avoided the sight of the agents not far away and acted like a normal homeless man.
It's just that his steps are a little nervous.
He is just an ordinary human being. Although he is somewhat capable, he cannot ignore danger.
Be cautious and concealed is his way of survival.
The ground at the door of the blacksmith shop made him particularly uneasy and even angry.
He will always be angry, but more often than not, sadness is born from anger.
Now he was going to follow that attraction-like feeling to find Bulcasso.
He felt that he could get the answer to his recent changes from Bulcasso.
Even if he doesn't know Bulcaisso's name yet, he doesn't know what Bulcaisso represents.
But "never compromise", right?
Nothing but death can stop him.
When I clicked to send the 14,000-word manuscript, I realized that I had typed it while the internet was disconnected!
Then it’s over!
Four thousand have been made up, and the rest is being coded! There are 10,000 words left to make up before 12 noon!
(End of this chapter)