Super God Gene

After much of the day, the ship slowed down and was falling slowly. Hanson looked out through the window and saw that the ship had reached over a mountain range, as it was falling towards the mountains.

Where the ship landed, it was a canyon between the mountains, and Hanson looked up and down and thought the valley was a little strange.

The shape of the valley is like a huge hoof print, as if it were a giant beast, born hard in the middle of the mountains stepped out a hoof mark, the peaks next to it all look missing, the mountain walls are more like knife cut out, all straight 90 degrees.

“Bullshoe Valley? Fae out here?” Ryu also looked outside and frowned.

“Ryu, you know this place?” Hanson looked at Ryu and asked, and both Soto and Kun next to him looked at him.

“My house used to be in a small city near Bullshoe Valley, and I used to go to Bullshoe Valley when I was a kid," said Ryu. Legend has it that a powerful nobleman once rode a green cow through here. As a result, there was a heresy provoking the nobleman in the mountains. The nobleman didn't even care, but the blue cow under the seat was a hoof down, and then the Fae, along with the surrounding mountain peaks, was crumbled, forming today's ox and hoof valley. Then the nobleman rode the blue cow and went on. Behind him, the purple gas rolled like a dragon and circled between the valleys. Three days and three nights later, the purple gas completely dissipated. ”

“The valleys of some nearby small cities thought that there was a remnant of that powerful atmosphere in Bullshoe Valley, so many people moved into the valley and gradually formed a small town in Bullshoe Valley, called Bullshoe Town. Now it seems that the nobleman's breath failed to protect them, or that the Fae appeared in Bullshoe Valley. ”

Everyone sighed when they heard it, but Hanson felt a little strange when he heard it. The legendary nobleman, how did he feel so familiar, seemed to resemble someone in the mythology of the League.

Soon after, the ship had landed in the valley, and all the soldiers commanded the following teams to disembark the ship and wait in line in the open space in front of it.

Because the thermal weapons of the firearms category are of little use to the Fae, the soldiers use cold weapons. In addition to the genetic armor on their bodies, each soldier is equipped with a special riot shield and a metal single-knife machete, with guns on his waist, although the greatest effect of those guns is not to kill the Fae, but to alert his peers, which means that the Fae's location is discovered.

Hanson finally saw the nobility of the Black Gold Hunting Force and walked with the captain to the front of the division, a Kate of some ages, at least middle-aged, with yellow and white tiger prints on her ears and tail.

The captain called him "Lord Tiger”, and soon the captain and Lord Tiger took them into a small town not far away.

Hanson, they haven't entered the town yet, and they see a couple of dead bodies in the field outside, and they're supposed to be residents of the town, all of them Kates, one of them very miserable, one of them ripped open, one of their bodies cut in two, and one of their heads torn off, and the scene is very bloody.

Hanson measured their wounds, obviously claw injuries.

“Nine Life Bloodcat says it's not very popular in the genetic universe. Is it true that it's a Fae?” Hansen thought.

Of course, Hanson wouldn't think these Kates were the hands of an old cat, who wasn't bored enough, and claw marks were different from those of an old cat.

“Keep up, keep up, keep up the formation.” The captain kept screaming and letting them keep moving forward in formation.

Fae have a terrible hunting instinct, and it can be said that every Fae is a good assassin, and it is not easy to find their trail unless you can be certain that they have an absolute advantage.

After entering the town, the scene instantly gave rise to goosebumps all over the body, blood stains and corpses everywhere. Seven vertical mutilations transformed this otherwise quiet town into a Hell of Shura.

Even some children, who looked as young as a few years old, were ruthlessly torn apart.

“Damn it!” Ryu's eyes cursed with blood.

Thor did not speak, but the hand holding the knife was tighter, and the light of outrage flashed in his eyes.

It is only now that Hanson truly feels that ordinary people face the helplessness and sadness of the Fae. Even if they congeal up genetic armor, they cannot resist the Fae's claw teeth at all. Only the nobility can kill the Fae, which is the consensus of the entire universe.

Lord Tiger took them through the town, but did not find any Fae shadow. He spoke to the captain, who immediately ordered his teammates to search in different directions.

Lord Tiger judged that the Fae should still be in Bullshoe Valley, but it was hidden and must be found and killed.

Now is the time for Hansen and their common soldiers, the ashes, to play their part, to use the superiority of the number of carpeted searches to force the Fae out and give Lord Tiger a chance to kill the Fae, and that is the full value of Hansen.

Hanson's team searched in a southwesterly direction. The team remained in formation, with riot shield alerts in the front, back, and left, and fast forward.

Nobody jokes about their own little lives. The Riot Shield is strong, but under the Fae's claw teeth, I'm afraid it won't last long enough to be a true dependence.

Hanson pulled the Northern Gloves out of the bag and placed them in the pocket at his disposal in case of need. The spell Genetic Armor can provide him with no more power than the Northern Gloves for the time being. After all, the Northern Gloves are genetically armed and are of aristocratic class.

It's just that Hanson doesn't know what level the Northern Gloves are, because Hanson can't play the full power of the Northern Gloves either, just guessing that the Northern Gloves shouldn't be too high.

The town is full of splattered blood and mutilations, you can imagine how cruel they were when they were killed, but Ryu dared not distract them because of the tragic condition of the bodies, otherwise they would end up like the Fae.

Hanson's spirit has also been tight. Though there is no way to reach out too far, Hanson feels much stronger than the average soldier.

Boom!

Carefully moving forward, suddenly a gunshot was heard from the north, followed by a dense shooting sound and a human roar.

“Yes, sir. Eleven o'clock north of town. All units to the location immediately.” The voice of the correspondent was also heard in the transmitter.

When the captain heard the reply, he immediately took Hanson with him in that direction.

But Hanson suddenly felt a palpitation and saw a shadow flashing out in the dark alley, pounding like a ghost on the nearest Sorcerer.

And Soto was heading in the direction led by the team leader. He didn't see the shadow at all, and he didn't see the danger.

“Careful!” Hanson drank loudly, stepped out in front of Soto, couldn't even pull him, kicked him in the arm, kicked him out of the way, and Hanson himself retreated with this kicking force.

There was a shadow rushing past between Soto and Hansen, almost rubbing their bodies over, and the others heard Hansen's voice turning their heads, and then everyone's face changed dramatically, and someone screamed: “Fae! ”