Well.
This is where her blind spot of knowledge comes in.
Of course, this could also be her illusion.
The running process only lasted a few tens of seconds, and everyone's movements were quite violent. It might just be normal friction, and the caressing was her own evil intention.
"It seems that there is no danger..." Saibot said softly while patting Torres on the back, "Should we go back to the ship as Hitzfeld said?"
The white-haired priest had short legs, and wading through the water was very tiring. He accidentally fell and choked on the water, and was still coughing violently.
"I recommend staying here and observing for a while." Frick glanced at the darkening sky, "Before it gets completely dark... at least collect some remains and bones to bring back for analysis."
"I'll listen to the captain~" Carlo said in a very simple manner.
"This is just a suggestion." Frick glanced at the dark-haired woman, "Our job is to protect Miss Hitzfeld. Everything is subject to her wishes."
"Just do as you say." Hitzfeld threw away the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
Ten minutes later, they returned to the jungle cautiously, slowly and carefully, and as expected, they found more abnormal traces inside.
There is a clearing in the middle of the jungle. It doesn't look natural, but was cleared by humans.
There were five bonfires in the middle of the open space, and nearby there was a fire pit built with earth bricks, in which some burning charcoal was kept.
There were several large tents built with straw, canvas and branches near the clearing to the west, which was the direction of the jungle. There were also many sleeping bags hanging on the branches next to the tents.
Xia Yibing pulled out a pitch-black short dagger from her leather boots and used it to stir around in the campfire, poking out a number of black cans.
Likewise, Carlo also found traces of human excrement around him. All this was enough to prove that the land rescue team had not failed to come.
With a "bang", Hitzfeld looked up and saw Frick wrapping some debris with a fishing net found in the tent and throwing these horrible things on the ground.
"They died in batches."
Frick said.
"There are so many of them in the surrounding woods... I didn't count them, but I estimate there are at least 300 if not 280. There is a high probability that there are no survivors."
Hitzfeld glanced at the things in the fishing net and saw that some of the bones were as pale as ivory, and some of the bones still had sticky plasma on the surface.
"We're late."
She said in a deep voice.
The others were stunned at first, then their expressions turned gloomy.
Obviously, no one would stay in this area after being attacked by a huge, unidentified man-eating monster.
But the land rescue team did it anyway.
In addition to the fact that they had considerable firepower, sufficient water and food, the more important reason was that except for staying here and waiting for the Norayesan, they had no way to return to civilized society in the short term.
Blade Point is located at the edge of the map explored by the human world. The area further away is all gray fog.
Although they had enough water and food in the wilderness, it was not realistic for them to travel the long distance to the northern parish of Amiren.
Plus there may be a sense of luck.
Maybe we can kill it?
Maybe we can survive?
Various factors led them to decide to stay on the beach and wait for the Norayesan.
But until they died... until there was not a single one left, they never got any hope.
"Has there ever been any record of any ferocious monsters appearing in Blade Point?"
Hitzfeld looked at the two priests.
"Never heard of it."
Both Torres and Cybot shook their heads.
"In a place like this where few people go... the only things we need to guard against are wild beasts. A few guns should be enough to protect ourselves!"
That means there is no record.
"Collect some of the things here and go back."
Shaking his head, Hitzfeld felt his head a little swollen.
"That thing likes water. After eating them, it will most likely go to the sea to fish. We must be on guard against the possibility of the Norayesan being attacked... It's still too dangerous to have only Ethan and the others."
The others nodded and began to do as she said.
Frick tore off the tent canvas to replace the fishing net, wrapped the pile of bones in it and carried it on his back.
Carlo rushed into the tent and searched everywhere. He came out happily with a half-sized leather-wrapped box in his hand.
Torres found some notes and materials in other tents, as well as a large backpack full of canned fruits and meats, which required both him and Cybertron to carry with great effort.
Xia Yibing did nothing but stay with Hitzfeld all the time.
Torres was complaining. Carlo was yelling.
Hitzfeld was just watching them silently, but suddenly, she smelled a slight stench.
Frowning slightly, carefully identifying the direction of the wind, she quietly turned and stared at the jungle, her eyes locked on the shadows within.
Xia Yibing put the short sword in his left hand, pulled out the revolver with his right hand, and aimed the muzzle directly at that place.
Influenced by them, several people who were moving things stopped and looked at the black shadow together.
The stench was getting stronger.
But it's not the smell of a corpse.
It's more like the smell of blood, flesh, feces, and all kinds of indescribable filth mixed together to rot and ferment.
It smelled absolutely disgusting.
sand……
sand……
The sound of bushes being brushed.
"laugh!"
Hitzfeld took the initiative to light a fire stick and threw it over.
The fire dispelled the shadows.
It came out pink.
Standing.
About half a person's height.
It can be barely recognized as a human figure.
It looked like a monster formed from a pool of solution.
Chapter 14: Notes of the Dead
What is this?
The first time they saw it clearly, everyone's eyes widened involuntarily, revealing a hint of horror.
The personnel composition of this team is very complex, covering a variety of professions including secret police, detectives, parish soldiers, priests, etc.
Compared to ordinary people, they are all well-informed. They have seen many evil monsters that ordinary people would have a hard time surviving, and have even killed many of them.
But even so, looking back on their past lives, they had never seen anything that looked like this.
what is this?
A mixture of rotting flesh and feces?
sand……
sand……
More rustling noises came from the jungle, as if what they saw was just the beginning, and there were more monsters following.
"Sprinkle oil." Hitzfeld tried his best to suppress his uneasiness about the unknown and gave the order in a low, suppressed voice.
"Use fire."
"Burn them with fire!"
As if waking up from a dream, Carlo quickly opened the small box, took out two metal wine jug-like objects from it, unscrewed the lid, and rushed to the disgusting thing and danced wildly.
Facing this rotten meat at close range, even the pungent smell of oil cannot cover up the stench emanating from the other party's body.
After throwing the oil, Carlo ran back quickly, bent down uncontrollably, and vomited.
Fortunately, these things don't run fast.
During this process, Hitzfeld was watching coldly. According to her observation, Carlo was less than three meters away from the first mud monster. Even at such a close distance, the thing did not move.
Oh, actually there was - it seemed to be trying hard to condense its liquid tissue and stretch it to get closer. But because the distance was not close enough, it could not touch Carlo.
At this point, the mud monsters have been cleared of suspicion of murder.
With this kind of movement efficiency and lethality, it is impossible that hundreds of people in the land rescue team would die at their hands.
Frick had already thrown out the fire stick. The stick spun in the air and landed accurately in the bushes, igniting the oil that Carlo had just poured, and a wall of fire suddenly rose up.
The wall of fire rose up violently, but soon shrank back down. But its purpose had been achieved, and the flames would gradually grow with the jungle as nourishment until the entire beach was turned into scorched earth.
"go!"
Everyone else had already started to retreat. Xia Yibing saw Hitzfeld still standing there motionless, so she quickly grabbed her arm and pulled it.
Hitzfeld staggered, but did not take a step immediately.
She stared at the wall of fire with her exposed right eye, and could vaguely see the first mud monster curling up under the high temperature, with bursts of burnt smoke emanating from its surface.
The defense is also weak...it will evaporate quickly under high temperature...
really weird.
A feeling of confusion rose in her heart.
Because in her understanding, any creature born from nature - even if it is an evil nightmare - must be reasonable.
The logic is that these things should at least be able to support themselves.
Of course, when it comes to wild beasts and monsters, it means the ability to hunt.
But what she saw now were these mud monsters.
Not only are they slow in movement and reaction, their attack power is almost non-existent, and their ability to resist the environment, especially high temperature environments, is extremely poor.
How does a thing like this - she assumed it was a living creature - survive?
Do you eat shit?
Living on the feces of other large animals... this seems possible.
After all, that kind of stench was enough to make the Silver Knight vomit... This wasn't something that any random piece of shit could do.
"Let's go! Hitzfeld!"
"Ok!"
Unable to withstand the pull, Hitzfeld finally took a step forward.
She ran two steps first, then looked back out of habit.
Just this one glance made her body tremble violently.
She didn't know if she had seen it wrong... In the gradually spreading wall of fire, in the burnt and smelly black smoke, she seemed to see a ball of pink that was bubbling and expanding.
She wanted to see more clearly, but the wall of fire suddenly shot higher and black smoke blocked all views.
After such a bizarre journey, after dark, the group of six finally reboarded the Norayesan with a "rich harvest".
And immediately weighed anchor and quickly moved away from the beach.
late at night.
In the largest cabin, which is also the dining room, eight people stood around the table, watching each other pour the "trophies" collected in the evening onto the table and sort them out.
