Section 163 Brain fluid

Rand Walker pulled the black dropper out of the bottle and slowly approached Nazios's lips. He had no emotional changes on his face, which was elegant, gentle and solemn.

Nazios struggled desperately, twisting his legs and feet and rolling desperately on the cement operating table, but he was unable to free his body from the control of the corpse. Those objects that have no life and can only follow the signals are like two heavy stones pressing against him.

Nazios felt that his nerves had completely collapsed. He widened his eyes, looked at the black dropper raised high above his lips, and let out a pleading scream of despair. The tongue in his mouth stirred back and forth between the upper and lower gums, as if doing so could prevent what would happen next, but Land Walker could never make a decision based on his personal will... Soon, under a pair of interesting and fearful eyes, a drop of viscous liquid with a black luster slowly fell from the edge of the mouth of the round glass tube, and quickly sank into Nazios's mouth.

The moment the black liquid came into contact with the tip of his tongue, Nazios's face, which was flushed with excitement, immediately showed a pale paleness like death, and his whole body was as disorderly as if he was shocked. The bones of the heels, elbows, shoulder joints and other parts collided violently with the cement table, making a series of empty sounds. He seemed not to feel the pain, and the exposed skin pores on his neck and face quickly became thicker, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands, desperately pulling these already fine holes, trying to make them deeper and more conspicuous.

He turned around Nazios, looked down at his eyes that were full of blood and excitement, almost bulging out of his sockets, Rand Walker put on the rubber gloves with satisfaction, walked slowly to the opposite direction of his head, pulled open the wooden box on the table stand next to him, took out a small chainsaw with exquisite workmanship, and pressed the switch with a smile.

"Si—"

The high-speed rotating circular saw blade made a harsh roar. He pulled up the mask hanging on his chin, closed the transparent guardrail that was raised on his forehead, Rand Walker patted Nazios' cheek with mercy, smiled at the eyes that were barely awake, full of begging and praying, and pointed the rotating chainsaw at Nazios' forehead and cut it hard.

"ah--"

The friction between metal and bones was instantly covered by the sudden scream from Nazios's mouth. The thick and bright blood oozed out along the edge of the serrated spiral, revealing a clear crack.

The flesh and bone slag flying around splashed on the mask, and countless fresh red spots suddenly appeared on the surface of the white cotton fabric. The expressionless Land Walker didn't care at all. He still tightened Nazios's with one hand and controlled the chainsaw to move slowly towards the cutting position of the head.

The heart-wrenching pain made Nazios' nerves almost break. He could not break free from the suppression of the corpse, so he could only twist his legs and feet desperately to drag them to both sides. Due to excessive force, many blood vessels on his body burst due to the sudden burst of unbearable loads. His pupils instantly contracted, and the blood vessels coiled on his outer skin expanded to the extreme. Under the explosion of this original force from the inside of his body, only a few crisp sounds of "bang" were heard. The all-steel buckle, which was five centimeters thick, was actually pulled off from the cement platform by him.

Rand Walker straightened up and looked at Nazios, whose legs were unrestrained, raised his left hand with a cold expression, and pinched his fingers twice. The other two corpses standing next to him rushed forward immediately, hugging Nazios' thighs from the left and right directions, and struggling hard to both sides of the operating table.

"Click--"

The screams and bone cracks sounded at the same time, and the thick thighs were like broken puppets that had lost control, softly sliding off the edge of the platform.

The medical flashlight was taken out from his coat pocket, approached Nazios's eyes, which seemed to have lost their glory, and carefully identified the degree of pupil scaling, confirming that the other party was still alive. It was only after the severe pain that the slightly frowned Land Walker pressed the chainsaw again and continued the unexpectedly interrupted work.

A few minutes later, the complete skull was removed from the top of Nazios's skull, twisted and bent like a fat intestine being squeezed into a semicircular shape, and a thrilling pale blanched under the light. Rand Walker quickly took out the Petri dish containing pink glands from the constant temperature box, lifted the lid, and approached the position of the pineal glands that was cut off. Gradually, from the mysterious core wrapped in soft brain body, he finally secreted a drop of dull gray mucus under his burning and excited eyes.

Although there was only one drop, it immediately produced an unexpected violent reaction in the calm Petri dish. The smooth surface of the gum began to tremble, and as the mucus gradually penetrated the colloid, the pink tone also turned bright red. They were squirming desperately, just like countless new larvae that had just drilled out of the shell, climbing back and forth on each other's bodies, desperately looking for everything that could serve as food.

Randwok pulled down a blood-stained mask, and a light of brisk flashed in his green eyes. He raised the petri dish, looked at his masterpiece carefully, and said to himself: "Use a sinful bastard to create hundreds of evil bodies... Hehehehe! Lovely Mr. Nazios, I now solemnly announce that the sins you committed against your wife have been almost cleared. Even the boatman Karon, who was ferrying back and forth by the Hell River, will probably give you a cheaper ticket for this reason!"

Nazios' eyes turned completely white, his wide open lips did not breathe, and even if the corpse man let go of control at this moment, he would not move.

Holding the blood-red Petri dish, Rand Walker smiled and walked up to lying on the bed of the iron frame. He had finished thawing, and there was a corpse with a cut opening in his chest. He held a light tweezers in his hand, lifting a ball of mucus the size of a fingernail from the glass dish, and carefully stuffed it into the wound on the chest. With the help of the light falling on the head, it was clearly seen that this strange organic substance was quickly filling the entire chest cavity and spreading rapidly along the already dead nerves and ligaments. The cold heart was completely wrapped by it, and the surface slowly protruded from the surface, and the cramped heart began to expand. As more and more nerves were pulled by the mucus, the already dead body, the stiff hands and feet actually trembled rhythmically.

...

It is a long way from the city blockade to the central building of Liujincheng.

The thick rubber boots are stepped on the broken bricks and rocks, giving them a sharp and solid touch.

Burning flames were everywhere, and on the ground behind the wall were soldiers of Liujincheng with different shapes everywhere. They were stacked on each other in a row, and near the machine guns that were tilted to one side, there were scattered ammunition boxes everywhere, as well as shell shells that fell on the ground and in the gaps of sandbags, emitting copper-yellow luster.

Compared with ordinary mercenaries, Yarman, who is more than two meters tall, can indeed be regarded as a giant. While fatty fat increases the terrifying tonnage of his body, it also seems to bring him unimaginable power to ordinary people. In front of everyone, he grinned and put a multi-barrel machine gun on the ground, picked up the steel tripod that blocked the middle of the road and pushed it to the side. The metal cutting corners passed through the ground, making a harsh cracking sound. The half-ton triangle barrier became as light as nothing in his hand, and was easily pushed to a place more than 20 meters away from the wall, revealing an empty and uninhabited intersection.

The armored truck slowly moved forward, and the thick tires occasionally ran over the bodies lying across the street, leaving behind a pile of scattered muscle fibers that had become flat.

Lin Xiang, who was holding the assault rifle in a slanted manner, stood behind the wall with a complicated expression, frowned and looked at Yang Hua who had just approached, and shook his head helplessly and bitterly: "You... have you actually broken through again?"

It was not an illusion or an illusion. He could clearly feel that the powerful biological energy released from Yang Hua's body had exceeded the three-star level at which the battle began half an hour ago, and it had reached the four-star parasitic standard.

"My power... seems to be stronger than in the past." Yang Hua nodded thoughtfully, thinking.

Like when he was at Galgassoni Castle a few months ago, he also entered a breakthrough state after the battle. Obviously, fierce fighting and a battlefield that may endanger life at any time can effectively promote the virus in the body to enter an excited state in a short period of time, and at the same time, it surpasses the critical point in one fell swoop and enters a higher level of evolution.

Perhaps, the reason for inducing virus mutation is not just simply fighting. A radiation-filled environment is probably one of the key factors.

No matter which result is, Lin Xiang feels helpless - he has tried countless ways to improve his own strength, and the only way to determine the effective level is to take the blood of other advanced parasites.

Claude rescued him from the ruins of No. 96, and also allowed his ability to meet the five-star parasitic standard. Since then, Lin Xiang has not made any progress. The viruses parasitized in his body seem to be satisfied with the current state of strength, without any change, and will not bring any negative reactions to the body. Like a lazy man who has enough food and drink, curled up in a warm nest and did not want to move.

Three stars have become four stars, but Yang Hua still can't feel any supernatural power in his body. There is no biological flame, no frost freeze, and no form simulation... The changes caused by the breakthrough are the same as before, with comprehensive improvements in power, speed, and perception ability, and that's all.

But no matter what, he is still a powerful parasite.

Shaking his head and forcibly suppressing his inner displeasure and emotion, Lin Xiang smiled mockingly, turned around, followed the truck and the brigade, and walked towards the towering city building in the distance.

...

Scattered gunfire echoed over Liujin City. Judging from the direction of the sound source, it should be other entrances and exits on the city blockade line. After experiencing a terrifying night, the mercenaries who survived the claws of the undead corpse were having to fight extra battles to survive.

The convoy was getting closer and closer to Solomon's central building, and there were more and more sniper positions on the barricades and commanding heights on both streets. Perhaps it was because of the stimulation from Yang Hua or the anger caused by being deceived. For some reason, Lin Xiang suddenly felt an indescribable and impulse - he wanted to kill people, kill all the opponents who dared to block the way and resisted stubbornly.

He strode close to the body of a soldier in Liujincheng, grabbed the assault rifle pressed under his body, and pointed to the left and right sides along with the AK100 held in his right hand. The speed of running under his feet suddenly accelerated. With the crisp and rhythmic shooting, the soldiers who poked their bodies out of the street screamed and fell down. Everyone had a striking bullet hole on their foreheads.

Lin Xiang no longer needs to aim with his vision, expand to the limit of his perception range, and can detect the coordinates of the soldiers entering the radius of consciousness. If physical loss and necessary recovery are excluded, as long as the ammunition is sufficient, he can even kill everyone in the city.

For ordinary people, parasites are equivalent to gods. If the strength factors in terms of strength are eliminated, parasites and ordinary humans will be no different from ordinary humans when they are exhausted. However, under the premise of having weapons and abundant physical strength, ordinary warriors will always be ants under the feet of parasites.

Soon, the towering central building appeared in front of Lin Xiang.

The assault rifle that threw away the empty bullets and replaced AK Yibai with a new full magazine. Looking at countless pairs of fear and shock, Lin Xiang raised his foot and slowly walked up the stairs paved with marble step by step.

Christina was wearing a dress that was as seductive as yesterday. Under the escort of more than ten armed soldiers with live ammunition, she slowly walked out of the hall, looking at Lin Xiang standing opposite him with a complicated expression.

"You are not my opponent, let the way out-"

Lin Xiang flattened the muzzle that was emitting the smell of gunpowder, pointing at Christina's round and protruding chest, and said in a cold tone: "Even women, I can kill them."

He stared at Lin Xiang deeply, Christina slowly closed the formulaic smile that had just appeared on her face, turned sideways with a serious expression, stretched out her right hand towards the elevator, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Solomon wants to see you, please!"

...

The thick smoke rising from the north-south blockade was swept by cold airflow, rolling and spreading over the entire city, forming a choking smell of gunpowder under the lead-gray radiant clouds.

On the outer ring road in the east of Liujin City, a hut near the street was burning with raging fire. Several corpses in desert camouflage were limp on the surface of the chest block made of sandbags. The machine guns set on the top of the wall were crooked to one side, the barrel was obviously bent and deformed, and the ground was scattered with shells and various gun parts.

Two strangely shaped armored vehicles were parked next to the broken road pole. From the outside, they should be transformed based on heavy trucks such as the old "Red Rock Steyr". The front of the car is covered with a thick layer of sloped steel plates, which tightly wraps the entire engine part. The doors on both sides of the cab are replaced by armor up to five centimeters thick. The spacious windshield only leaves one-third of the area to see the road surface. Two layers of steel mesh are hung around the car, and hundreds of fist-sized sandbags are hung on it. A powerful multi-tube machine cannon is raised high on the top of the car. The armored cover plates are pressed upside down from both sides of the car, covering all the area above the car, leaving only a meter square opening for operators to enter and exit freely.

Just on the side of the carriage, there is a distinct white ring, and there is a sloppy ancient running script word "Fe" in the middle.

According to the standards of the old era, this is actually not a formal chariot. At best, it is an enhanced civilian armed vehicle. It is not only poor in combat power, but also has weak protection capabilities, and is incomparable to the standard chariot of the "Vulture Mercenary Group". However, in the wasteland world lacking anti-armor weapons, it can indeed exert unexpectedly powerful power, especially the amazingly thick layer of tilted armor on the front surface of the car, which cannot even penetrate the heavy machine gun bullets with a caliber of 12.7 mm.

Wearing a black leather jacket and with a cold and harsh eyes, Fei Tu jumped out of an armored vehicle, and under the escort of many armed entourages, he strode past the front of the burning stone house, and went straight to a group of prisoners of war with their hands in their arms, kneeling on the ground, with their faces full of fear.

Fei Tu, who looked arrogant, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the collar of the closest prisoner of war, pulled him close to him as he stumbled, stared coldly for a moment, and suddenly smiled invisibly without any warning.

"Hehehehe! Level 4 strengthening ability. Solomon is so rich that he actually improves all the soldiers with potions. Hehehehehe! It's good to have money. The beautiful girl will take the initiative to take off her clothes, and the little white face is rushing to clean her butt for you to fuck her. With weapons and ammunition, the voice of her speech can be much louder than others... Hehehehehe! The Fei family is indeed not as rich as Solomon, but you fools also become my prisoners. They only need a few cheap anesthetic tear gas bullets, and they all become dead pigs without any senses-"

The soldier obviously knew Fei Tu, and he begged pale and said, "Mr. Fei, I, I surrender, I am willing to surrender--"

"surrender?"

Fei Tu narrowed his eyes and sneered gloomyly: "Submit if you can't beat it? This is indeed a good way. It can survive and replace a new master at any time. If you did this half an hour ago, I would be very happy to accept your suggestions and arrange a good position for you in my army. As for now...hehehehehe! In front of the anesthesia bullet, you are a waste-"

After saying that, he threw the prisoners of war all over his body on the ground, waved his hand to the entourage behind him, and ordered cruelly: "Nail all the prisoners on the old lamp poles on both sides of the road, and nail them a little with large nails. I want them to hang them on them and rot and smelly. Let those who dare to do the right thing to the Fei family know that this is going against me-"
Chapter completed!