"Where are two more people?"

Vernon turned around when he heard the voice, and just as soon as Jenomy and Blade came over from the room behind.

"They fell down." Vernon said, pointing to a hole in front of him, "Depending on the growth of the grass, there should be an overlapping space below."

"I can't wait so much. Let's go and go down together. I guess the goal of the mission is waiting for us below." Jenomy said and jumped in first.

The underground space was filled with smoke, and there were broken walls and ruins everywhere. The traces of shelling and bombing were clearly visible. After Frank came here, he felt his body suddenly active. He was familiar with this kind of place. He stayed in similar places for a while before he was discharged from the army.

Boom boom boom boom, the sound of the bomb explosion brought him a friendly feeling when it came to Frank's ears. In Frank's opinion, these things are much easier to deal with than those ghosts and other things.

Not long after walking in the ruins of war, Frank saw Fina's figure, said hello to his teammates, he lowered his body and quickly touched it.

Fina squatted in a corner made of two walls, covering her ears with her hands and supporting a light blue mana shield.

"Fina, Fina." Frank shouted a few times.

Fina raised her head, Frank in her eyes had a ghost. She was already shocked by the continuous explosion and was a little dizzy. "Are you all here?"

"Yes, they're behind, where is Natasha?" Frank asked back.

"She said I was not suitable for this kind of battlefield terrain, so I let me hide here. She went to solve the enemy, but there seemed to be no progress. It just happened that you came. I'll support you with a shield and hurry up and go over and help together." Fina shook her head and said.

Frank stretched his head out of the cover. The space was still bright. He could see two small dots in the distance at a glance, one was Natasha, and the other should be the enemy.

"No, I can't wait for that long. You'll wait for them to come here and give me a shield. I'm professional in this regard." Frank said very seriously.

Indeed, can Marine Corps members not be professional?

Fina didn't say much. After raising her hand and adding a shield, Frank rushed out like a cheetah, and the ruined landform did not cause any obstacles to him at all.

After getting closer at the same distance, Frank finally knew why the famous Black Widow hadn't taken down the enemy for so long.

The opponent had a cheat. Every drop of body fluid and every part of the body could be turned into a bomb. The spitting was like bombing by a bomber. At this attack frequency, Natasha could only keep dodging and had no chance of attack at all.

Natasha saw Frank approaching quickly at a glance, raised her hands and gestured to disable the gun.

"Disable guns? Are firearms ineffective?" Several thoughts flashed through Frank's mind, but his steps did not stop. Since the guns were useless, cold weapons could be assassinated directly.

So Frank made several tactical gestures for Natasha during the movement and began to move to the left. Natasha cooperated and turned the enemy in another direction, allowing Frank to successfully sneak into the blind spot of the opponent's vision.

With his feet on the ruins, Frank quickly approached the enemy. The enemy was wearing strange black clothes all over his body, and there was only a gap between his neck and his body.

Pressing his body down a little further, Frank's right wrist took three switchblades and his fingers were clamped.

Swish!

The switchblade spans more than 20 meters and hits the enemy's neck accurately. Each knife hits the hilt of the previous knife, directly allowing the first knife to penetrate the enemy's neck.

After shooting the switchblade, Frank turned around and hugged his head and rolled down the ruins. This was the best way to avoid a close-range explosion.

But after falling rapidly for more than 30 meters, Frank did not hear the explosion.

After standing up through a bunker, Frank found that the enemy did not attack anymore, but instead knelt on his knees and calmly accepted death.

As the picture changed, Frank saw a little boy who was adopted when he was almost adult. Before the boy was happy for a few days, a man in a priest robe tied with bombs on his body, becoming a consumable.

At the moment of death, the little boy's last wish is that someone can kill him before the bomb explodes.

After the picture ended, the surrounding environment also returned to the haunted house.

After the script came here, Yang Qiu sighed. This time he did not meticulously set up every part of the script. The scenes that Frank and others saw were added when the script evolved by itself and were adapted from real examples.

Every story is sad, but the overall evolution result is pretty good, achieving the result Yang Qiu wanted.

Blade, Frank, and Natasha have all truly believed in the existence of the Dark World and the Utrovada Organization.

Next is the final scene of the script - the self-destructive cultist.

After three scenes, everyone in the team felt quite angry.

They accelerated their pace of progress, and soon everyone arrived at the last scene of the haunted house, simulating the scene of the prison.

The room of the simulated prison was carved with strange patterns and patterns. Under the shaking candlelight on the ground, they saw two corpses lying symmetrically on the left and right.

The corpse had a terrifying smile on its face, and its limbs were nailed to the ground with wooden nails.

Continue to observe, the two corpses are clearly the mother who forced her daughter to jump off the building and the man who forced her child to enter the hospital.

"Anger...revenge...desire for killing will guide our Lord to come to this dirty world and bring baptism to all dirty human beings..."

A voice came from the rear of the team, and the blade turned around and turned toward it was an arrow.

The arrow feather penetrated the voiceless man but did not let him take a step back. He looked at the six people in front of him as if he had seen a rare treasure.

"The coming of the Lord requires the audience and more sacrifices. I declare that you are the audience! You are the sacrifices!"

The cultist laughed and raised his hands, revealing his scarred skin and a knife inserted into his chest.

He suddenly waved his right hand, held the knife and tore his body apart, blood splattered all over the floor, and a cry of unknown wail or something came out of his mouth.

Jenomy held the round shield tightly and prepared to face the enemy, but until the cult died, the guy he was about to descend did not appear. Instead, the Weavernos mark lit up, and the news that the newcomer's assessment ended came into their minds.

"It's over?" Frank was a little unbelievable.

"It should be that if there is really an evil god, then the assessment of the newcomer is too out of line." Vernon said to Frank.
Chapter completed!