Plague Doctor

Destroy, destroy!

Gu Jun's face was pale, but his eyes were red. He held a sub-machine gun to shoot the newborn club members around the ruined altar. Bang bang bang. The stranger's back seat almost lifted his shoulder, but his hands barely kept him stable...

After finishing off the magazine bullets, he went to get Yang Henan, took Zhou Yi's gun, and continued firing at those who had not yet tried to escape.

Watching them all fall down after being taken through by bullets, blood splattered all over the place, making disgusting screams...

Gu Jun was the first to shoot and the first to kill... No, these things are not human.

The sorrows of childhood and the misfortunes of the past,

The haze that is buried in the depths of the heart,

Nightmares that often pop up in dreams,

The fears of those who were sacrificed, the delirium of those who suffered from alien banyan disease, the pain of those who sacrificed their colleagues in bathing blood,

Destroy them all!

Didn't I already tell you that the child will thrive, become a true man, and stand before you again?

By then, all debts will be liquidated.

Then it will be the end of you.

That time, today.

Gu Jun took a sniper gun. He had asked to learn how to use it before when resting on the spinning stone staircase. He aimed at the thermal imaging sight on the gun and locked a man in black who had fallen farthest away, pulling the trigger, bang! That black man's head should blow open, one.

Pull the bolt, click to load the bullet, aim at the other black man, boom! Broken neck, two.

Knock, knock! Straight through the back, three.

“Joon, Joon! Xue Ba shouted hastily,“ Better beat your legs, stay alive, we need more information... ”

Gu Jun aimed at the head of another black man in the distance, bang! Four more. Aim at the other one. Boom! Five.

Xue Ba was silent and raised his hand so that Yang Henan and others did not force Gu Jun's will, let him. Their bodies have not recovered at all, and Gu Jun's current S-value does not know what the situation is, and with the spell power he has just demonstrated... they should still put away their muscles and look good.

Shooting explosions were ringing, and human bodies and dying mutilations were everywhere in the corpses of wolves and beasts.

Whether it's a corpse or a mutilated body, that dead ugly face is filled with pain, frustration, and some confusion that backfires itself.

“Gu Jun...” The man in red tumbled in a beach of blood. Although his body was twisted, he did not cry. The voice remained low and weird: “It seems that your birth... is not that simple... you can destroy us and not ours...”

Boom! The Mandarin in Red is not finished yet, and suddenly his head is flowered open, his body falls on the mud, and no more dangerous words can be uttered.

“Can't destroy the next life would be?” Gu Junlan muttered, "go talk to the devil. ”

For this organization, he can guess.

The origins of newborn societies must necessarily be related to a group of secret relinquishers of different civilizations. They betrayed the goddess of life who thought that they had abandoned them and reintroduced another power, projecting their souls into another time and space, the Born, into the next life.

Perhaps sometime, the first born in the Earth world. And then the second, the third. But all they have is a broken memory and will. They secretly associate, develop and grow, study alien civilizations, create more born...

And he, one of a bunch of super-born spiritual children. There should have been plenty of calling rituals before his parents combined.

He was born not of the disbelievers, but of a devil known to them, the Son of Misery.

But... Gu Jun pulls the trigger, bang! Another one.

How do these people know that this demon “son of bad fortune”, or "son of iron", belongs to some old ruler? The finest student at Carlop College, the warrior who went into Hawk City alone to dissect a different kind of sketch, was also the one who left a suicide note.

Gu Jun now understands that his alien memories, for the gift of medicine, he alone embraced the unknown power at the bottom of the Longkan Sea... turns out there are traces.

Leroy Langton

Dark side, son of bad luck.

Bright side, Iron Son.

Now this power on both sides is awakened, intertwined with confrontation deep inside him, and pulls him constantly.

Is it true that Langton is only complaining because his beliefs are broken? “Death may give me another answer.” Gu Jun now feels that Langton may have a bigger plan, and after turning into the son of bad fortune, he still retains his will a few minutes ago, waiting for recovery, waiting for results...

He was not devoured by the son of bad fortune because of the help of the Iron Son.

Bang! Gu Jun fired another shot, but this shot did not hit him, his body swayed and almost fell.

Only after the spell, the power of darkness gradually prevailed, eating his spirit constantly...

“Jun, that's enough, that's enough.” Xue Ba finally persuaded me once again that the face of the square was very sincere, "give me the gun, you should rest. ”

“Yeah, Arjun.” Uncle Egg also persuaded him that Gu Jun's face was scary white and his lips were cyanotic, which did not bode well.

If they continue like this, they are not afraid that Li Sheng's people will really be killed, but that Gu Jun will go crazy.

“Oh...” Gu Jun took a deep breath and gave the sniper gun to Xue Ba with difficulty. "Captain Xue, I'm not crazy... I'm even sober than ever before. These inhuman animals, keep them just to give them a chance to recite the spell, we don't have the strength anymore...”

As soon as Gu Jun handed over the gun, the intent of the killing loosened, and he fell to the ground. Luckily, Uncle Egg's eyes held fast.

Sheba immediately asked the team members who were already able to move to clean the battlefield with their guns and little ammunition left to retain those who were still alive.

“Why were those people like ghosts before?” Lin Mo couldn't help but ask Gu Jun, as a researcher, really eager to know the answer, "then appeared? ”

“I think it was because... what kind of spell did they impose on themselves...” Uncle Gu Jun sat down on a broken stone and his voice shook slowly: “But I broke it... I can't spell it, that was me... with my memories... I just destroyed the altar with brute force...”

“Stop asking, stop!” Uncle Egg interrupts loudly, “I have to test your heart rate.” Gu Jun's symptoms are entirely clinical features prior to cardiac arrest.

Without waiting for Uncle Egg's diagnosis, Gu Jun suddenly convulsed the whole person. The skin revealed was all pale and cyanotic. I couldn't speak, my consciousness was losing...

“Fireman, come rescue!” Uncle Egg shouted, “The aortic pulse disappeared, his pupils widened... no heartbeat, hurry, a tachycardia! ”

Gu Jun fell on the broken stone, and the atheist stared at the gray sky and saw some ominous black raven.

He felt like everything was going away.

Destroy, destroy...