Ten minutes passed.
The footsteps came closer and closer. Soon, the second shadow opened the tent and came in. He reported in a hurried and low voice: "A large number of oak trees have appeared in the town again. It seems that they have grown out of thin air... That thing not only eats people but also moves towards those oak trees. It can absorb them. Every time it absorbs a tree, it can directly increase its size. When the news came back, it said that it was almost 15 meters long."
He waited for a while, thinking that an order would come soon. But after several seconds, there was no response, and he felt a little confused.
what's the situation?
Wasn't the mission they received to cover the disaster in the town of Elnak?
"General," Fresius warned, "if the entire town's people are drained of their life essence by it, it might really turn into the thing in Aisuen Hitzfeld's nightmare."
"No," Soules asserted, "it's just a poor imitation... You don't know, but it doesn't matter."
"Then General, you..."
"Wait a minute." Sols interrupted him, "We still have time."
"Then wait." Fresius nodded, and at the same time quickly guessed in his heart what gave Sols such confidence.
This speculation was not made with any malicious intent, but out of simple curiosity and the sense of responsibility of an adjutant staff officer.
Sols was so sure, so there must be an imbalance in information. But the Death Tree was at least a level nine file, and Sols was not qualified to know it.
At this moment, Flesius suddenly remembered that Sols had visited the White Shadow Palace before the legion set out.
Could it be...
He raised his eyebrows and continued to remain silent in the darkness.
……
In the pitch-black darkness, Hitzfeld could clearly hear his own heartbeat.
She is now upstairs, on the second floor. Because she ran so fast, she is temporarily separated from the others.
It wasn't supposed to turn out like this... The options she had mentioned at the beginning included the basement. If anyone used their brains and recalled the scene of the wooden building collapsing rapidly after being hit by the tree demon, they would not think that going upstairs was a better option than the basement.
So Xia Yibing immediately grabbed her hand and dragged her to the basement - strictly speaking, the cellar.
The town of Elnak is close to the royal capital and to the north of Wayne Port, and not too far from the northern parish. Therefore, every household has the habit of using cellars for storage, and you can guess which way to go down by just looking at the layout of the room when you enter the door.
They ran quickly, went straight downstairs and opened the cellar door.
But at that moment, they saw at least six pairs of eyes filled with fear.
The cellar of this kind of house would not be too big, and six people would be very crowded.
In this situation, there is nothing anyone can do - you can't just forcibly pull these people out and go in yourself.
Their moral values do not allow them to do this, and neither does their basic self-esteem.
Hitzfeld was sure that many of them didn't even consider the possibility, but turned and ran at the first moment - running upstairs, and she followed them.
In the chaos, they did not communicate where they were going to hide. She only remembered this when Hitzfeld rushed to the second-floor corridor and quickly found a room to hide in.
Xia… She didn’t tell Xia how she was going to hide.
The woman might have followed him, or she might have continued to go up to the third floor.
No noise was heard, which was not bad... It meant that everyone remembered the instructions and it was too dangerous to make any noise at this time.
Hitzfeld was hiding in a bedroom, with a bed in front of her, a wardrobe on her left, a table on her right, and a half-open window above her head.
She tried her best to listen to the noise outside, but for some reason, the screams and cries disappeared, and the monster's roar could no longer be heard.
There was only the sound of the night wind blowing in.
Very light.
But clear enough.
Bang!
The room suddenly shook.
She got goosebumps and silently squeezed a little further into the corner.
The mutated police officer downstairs should have been infected by Hem.
She deduced cause and effect in her mind.
This is not difficult to guess... Hem was not subject to any restrictions after being contaminated, and he had too much time to do these things.
If Pippen hadn't attracted so much attention...
And he was the last one to be brought in...
It is impossible to say that there is no resentment, but it is also impossible to say how great the resentment is.
In any case, it was to save lives. She could blame Pippen's behavior for the consequences, but she could not criticize the motives that led to the consequences.
call--
call--
Her nerves were tense, and she suddenly felt the wind change.
It became a little heavy and irregular.
It was as if it was no longer the sound of the wind, but the breathing of something.
Is that it?
Quietly looking up at the window, Hitzfeld imagined that there might be a bloody mouth facing here at this moment.
She wasn't surprised... because the floor had just shaken, indicating that the police officer downstairs had turned into a tree.
These trees are the monster's clones. Even if it can't sense the people in the house, it will at least absorb them.
sand……
There was a slight noise in the corridor.
Hitzfeld tore off his blindfold and raised his head, just in time to see the half-closed door slowly open.
what--
The old wooden door was pushed, making a sharp groan.
With a loud "bang", Hitzfeld felt a terrible force hitting the wall behind her. She fell forward on the bed and looked up to see a cluster of twisted branches.
The tree was winding and the trunk was about as thick as a bowl. The end extended into the darkness at the corner outside the door. It must have grown directly up in a bend.
There are so many growth routes to meet your father, why did you choose to go here?
Cursing inwardly, Hitzfeld carefully retracted his feet, put the weight of his entire body on the bed, and carefully, little by little, looked back.
Thanks to this thing that can dismantle doors, she wasn't noticed just now.
But what she was most anxious to confirm was whether the thing that hit her had discovered her.
sand……
sand……
As my eyes were still turning, my ears caught a strange friction sound.
Turning her head, her pupils contracted as she saw a huge mouth with sharp teeth opening outside the window.
Ah……
A rotten, decadent, and extremely strong smell of blood hit me in the face.
Hitzfeld began to hate the vision in her left eye. She even caught a glimpse of cloth and minced meat hanging from the sharp teeth at that moment.
Clusters of branches and roots extended from the huge mouth, passed through the iron bars outside the window, pushed open the window, and completely spread into the room.
These things gathered together with the branches coming in from the door, and the scene looked like a group of snakes making love.
Hitzfeld clenched his gun tightly, his left eye aching, and he dared not breathe.
She kept praying that this thing would eat its clone and leave quickly, but something went against her wishes.
As the last section of the branch was integrated into the main body, the cluster of twisted wooden roots suddenly seemed to sense something and did not retract. Instead, it squirmed violently in the air in the room.
It quickly formed a half-body of a girl as Hitzfeld watched.
Hitzfeld's eyes widened.
She recognized that face.
That's the Ritz-Carlton.
The Source of Eric Heidegger's Pain...
Chapter 54: The Faith of the Evil Seed
The root-formed Rika still doesn't look like she has sight.
Everything about her was made of wood, including her body, facial features, and eyes. When she turned to Hitzfeld, it was like she was looking at a ball of air, without any sudden reaction.
Hitzfeld breathed a sigh of relief, then fell into deep confusion.
If it wasn't because it discovered me, why would this thing move strangely?
And why did it create a bust of Li Jia?
This grotesque appearance... the upper body is a naked wooden man, and the lower body is countless tentacle-like tree roots and branches, which pass through the window and enter the huge mouth.
It seemed to be constantly searching for something with this half human body...
What is it looking for?
"Pooh!"
At the same time, in the ruins of a house in the east, Ethan stuck his head out, spat out a mouthful of sand, and wiped it on his face with his hand.
This touch... He could imagine his current image without looking in the mirror, and it was definitely not something that could be described as a gentleman.
"This damn thing...is stuck!"
He tried to get up, but felt an obstacle half a meter above his head. He curled up and tried to use his shoulders to lift the object, but it was in vain after trying for a long time.
No, it looks like the entire load-bearing column is placed here... The wall panels above helped him block a lot of rubble, which indirectly saved his life, but at the same time also trapped him here.
He could not get out by himself, he immediately realized this, and while reaching for a flashlight he considered whether or not to call for help.
The house was knocked down by the monster. He had no hope that his companions could stop such a huge thing. If he couldn't confirm the situation outside, he might get killed if he shouted rashly.
Ethan had accumulated rich experience from his years as a detective. He first used a flashlight to explore the general situation of the confined space and determine its load-bearing structure, then used a knife to chisel through a pile of gravel/rubble that had nothing to do with the load-bearing structure, and immediately smelled a breath of fresh air.
Before he could be happy, he frowned: there was a smell of blood in the air.
Looking out from the small hole, what you can see is a wider ruin.
This is a thatched house...then the ruins in front should be the main body of the hotel.
Wait, what is that?
Squinting his eyes slightly, Ethan saw a dark shadow standing at the end of the street, about a hundred meters away from here.
It was almost impossible to detect it without careful observation, but he was sure that it was the monster that had knocked down the thatched house!
That dryad! That giant monster!
What is it doing there?
Facing the window...is there something attracting it?
Damn it, how the hell am I going to get out!
……
In the quiet darkness, Hitzfeld kept looking at "Lijia" in the air, wondering why her image was transformed by the monster.
Li Jia lived more than 40 years ago, so why is she remembered?
Yes, she is the seed of destruction.
Fell Lawrence is also a seed of destruction. This monster was bred from Fell's seeds. Could it be that the seeds of destruction are connected to each other? Or even have memories?
Even so, the memory inheritance spanning forty years was too exaggerated. Hitzfeld was not sure of his guess, so he gritted his teeth and tried to control the tentacles in his brain.
Control the tentacles first, then use them to affect the left eye.
This was her only way to indirectly control her eyes.
