The Godsfall Chronicles

Night is cold and death.

One giant rat drilled out the rubble, and the shadow and darkness merged, and the eyes of two gorillas, like beans, moved in the darkness, surrounded by water pits, thick, dark green, intensely rotten sewage, soaked with the remains of unknown animals.

Some algal plant spots are scattered around, with a faint and bleak fluorescence that is not enough to illuminate the surrounding area and can only accentuate the darkness of the night.

The giant rat cops looked around and eventually stopped at a huge hole, which could be an old underground traffic network, or some giant building corridor, or a foreign world building, but none of that mattered.

It hesitated to go in.

Because the giant rat smells something abnormal.

That was when the voices of fire and bio-intensive operations appeared.

The giant rat was immediately frightened and burst into it, screaming sharply from the passage a few seconds later. The sound continued to go away and dragged deeper into the cave. The giant rat's fierce screaming stopped, and a tear and chewing sounded.

A few minutes later.

The torch illuminated the place.

The mad dog looked at the huge rubble and frowned: “Are you sure this is it? ”

The fat man took out the matches and lit the cigarette rolls in the corner of his mouth: “The structure is very complicated. The guys are said to be cunning. It would be dangerous if we killed them directly in there, and it would be hard to beat the snakes out of the grass. ”

Crazy dog frowned: “So what? ”

“Why do you think you brought so many broilers?” The big fat guy thought the question was an insult to IQ, and he threw half his cigarettes on the floor: “Hey rookies, why don't you send the broiler in! ”

Several mercenaries walked up to Cesar's shivering desert pickers: "Are you deaf? Big Fox let you in! ”

Wastepickers are cold and scared, this pitch-black hole is like a passage to hell, and now even dumb people realize that they are simply bait, luring something to appear, that's all!

But do waste-pickers have a choice?

No one can escape from a cunning fox unless they're close to a bullet!

So the waste-pickers had to be driven away and walked in with the torch honestly.

“Be careful, you rookies.” Fatty lit another cigarette, and Slow Slow Slow Sly took a sip and laid eyes on the fire and went away in the aisle, "Don't rush, let the broilers go away. ”

The passage is shady and damp, with a strong sense of decay, surrounded by the abandonment of ancient tools filled with green moss and mosquito buzz and traces of dangerous organisms.

The cloudhawk was nervous and scared, and felt a little strange, because deep in the darkness, there was something cryptically calling out to him. Never felt like this, subtle and strange, hard to describe in language.

What are the secrets hidden here, and what are the purposes of the powerful diggers?

Wastepickers walked through places that were not entirely ancient things, more suspicious traces, broken cloth, animal wreckage, coagulated blood, etc. The structure was very complex, and after twenty or thirty minutes of walking, no one could tell the direction at all.

Knock, knock!

Somewhere unknown, a sharp voice sounds like a friction of a nail on a wall, sharp and stinging. It is intermittent, sometimes weak and sometimes intense, unable to distinguish specific locations.

Darkness can inspire the most primitive fears.

If you don't know, magnify that fear tenfold and hundredfold!

The picker stopped moving forward, stiff and sweaty, not knowing whether to go in or out. The sound of darkness on all sides makes the waste-pickers nervous harder and almost to the edge of the fracture.

“Ah!”

Wastepickers scream like torn vocal cords, and people see this unforgettable scene of life, surrounded by insects, and the vast majority of them look like beetles, and there are lots of centipede-like creatures, all on the walls, on the ground, and even on people.

The eagle hastily lifted his clothes, his thighs, abdomen and back, not knowing when to climb several insects, which were unconscious during the eating process, several of which bit off the flesh and drilled into his body. He hurried and grabbed the torch and burned himself. It was better to burn than to die of insects eating up his guts!

Bugs!

It's all bugs!

Tight and numb, like the tide!

Even those who dare to see this scene will be scared to death. It was too late for a few rough pickers standing outside to find it. When they pulled their clothes apart and looked at it, they saw that their bodies were already blurred, their skins were thick and numb and they were swimming.

“No!”

“Ahhh! ”

Several waste-pickers screamed and fell, and the surrounding bugs spread, entering from any place where the human body could be drilled, if not found, simply bite out one more drill.

“Run! ”

Wastepickers are on the verge of collapse, which is like a Mars falling into gunpowder, causing panic to be fully lit for a moment, completely burning the only reason, each picker screaming to start running in different directions.

People easily escaped from a place full of insects, but they didn't have time to relax, and the people in front of them slammed into a trap.

Wow!

A large barrel of strong green acid sewage poured on the faces and bodies of several people, intensely corrosive liquid instantly caused intense burning, large chunks of bloody scalp fell off with hair attached, their faces, hands, bulging blood bubbles.

“Ahhh! ”

A waste-picker screamed and turned to rush toward the position of a cloud hawk. At this moment, the appearance is really no different from that of a demon. Instinct scratches the face sputtered with acid. As a result, a large chunk of flesh is stripped, revealing bleeding bones. Ten fingers of both hands are still bones, but still screaming like an unknown scream.

In the face of the grim picture of the cloud hawk, it is even more unspeakable because a more terrible fact comes to mind - these are the traps that are arranged, and what is inside is intelligent!

A sharp spear lashed out.

Wastepickers are pierced through the chest like fragile paper, nailed to the wall alive by the forces of terror.

Another hook popped up and hung a deserter on the run. Half his belly was stripped alive. He was still unconscious. He ran wildly screaming and spilled blood guts for a few meters, eventually unable to fall to the ground.

It's a massacre!

“Don't be afraid, it's all a trap, as long as we're together...”

Just halfway through the scream of the wastepicker, the knife is not sharp from the dark long knife, but the power of the user is too horrible, cut from the right shoulder from the left lower abdomen, hard raw tear flesh, bring a large amount of blood and crushed flesh, instantly splash the face of the surrounding people.

Those guts are still beating.

Nor did the waste-pickers die instantly, and all the courage turned into nothing but a grievous cry of unlike men, despair and fear crumbling on others like a mountain.

Are we finally here?

Cloudhawks see a monster unheard of, naked, exposed to all skin, all with branches and roots of sarcoma, almost covered with dense numbness from head to toe.

A large bag, like a malignant tumour, with legs as anti-articular as kangaroos, gives it a stronger ability to run and jump, and their weapons are dominated by long knives, spears, and stone hammers.

Diggers aren't lying on one issue at least... they are sweepers!

Mutants are everywhere these days, but mutations are often uncontrollable, and the appearance of each mutant is often different. Not only are these sweepers exactly the same, but they also retain considerable wisdom, which is absolutely unusual.

There was a waste-picker who fought back in despair.

Pfft!

Wastepicker's knife could not cut through each other's epidermis, only stuck between tree roots wrapped in a sarcoma, while sweeper held a large stone hammer in his hands, violently smashed into the chest of the Wastepicker, flesh and bones in the fierce force, instantly creating a mixture of bone muscle and clothing dead.

No, I can't!

Hard spell!

They're so much better than humans!

Not to mention the growing number of sweepers, a large stone hammer is like a horror killing machine, crushing every flesh that comes into contact to pieces!

People have collapsed.

Running anywhere is dead.

In the face of naked death, people fled hysterically, knowing the fate of eventually turning into a piece of rotten meat. Infinite fear and infinite despair will make the human mind tickle, and only a little bit of thought and strength will turn into a crying cry. This is a voice that has never been experienced and can never be felt by imagination.

That moaning and broken bones, swinging around here like notes, weaving together a symphony from the devil, is enough to make one listen once and for all to live forever.

A warm body turns to pieces.

A living life vanishes!

The cloud eagle has never understood the meaning of hell as deeply as it is now, and his fighting spirit has long since gone from moaning and screaming to nothing but a gambler's attitude, following the surviving waste-pickers, and rushing out of a corner with little distribution of sweepers.

Boom!

The sound of flesh exploding again!

The moment before that, he followed his companion, and suddenly he was smashed by the sweeper who chased him. Several sweepers immediately surrounded him with heavy stone hammers and smashed them down. The flesh and blood on the ground was still low!

The bloody scene greatly stimulates the cloud eagle.

He concentrated his whole life on his legs and had only one thought... get out of here!

“Ah!”

At this time, a desert picker running in front fell screaming, a beast clamp clamped his foot, the homemade beast clamp was surprisingly powerful, almost crushed all the bones, even the crushed bone can be seen clearly!

“Help me! ”

“Please help me! ”

The cloud hawk had to jump without even thinking about it. Who knew the waste-picker could hold his foot, and the cloud hawk lost its balance and fell directly to the ground.

The waste-picker wept: "Help me! ”

The cloudhawk yelled, “I can't save you. Let go! ”

“Give me a break!” The waste-pickers are desperate to say, "If it falls into the hands of the devil, I'd rather die at once! ”

The cloudhawk hesitated.

He didn't kill anyone!

At that time, a dark shadow had come after us.

“Give me a good one!” Dumpster hysterical yells: “Please! ”

The eagle roared like a beast from its throat, lifted up its short sword and cut off its neck, splashed blood all over its face, bloody smell all over its nose, the eagle wiped a face, abandoned its bloodstained short sword, broke free from holding its right leg, stood up with a rolling knife, and continued to run deep into the aisle!

Kill your kind for the first time!

The desperate face of the waste-picker before his death, but he could not dissipate in his heart in front of his eyes as if it were haze.

The cloud eagle's eyes were covered in blood, and he felt a volcano depressed deep inside his mind, making him want to yell angrily, but now was not the time for this underground passage to be as dense as a spider web, and no one knew how many dangerous creatures were hidden in it.

The black figure dropped a stone hammer filled with red and white objects and pulled a spear from behind to project it.

The tsunami sounded, and when the feeling of danger overshadowed his mind, the cloud eagle opened its side almost as if it were a reflection, and the sharp spear rushed over his face, even cutting off several hairs!

The sweeper was a little surprised. I didn't expect young humans to be so sensitive!

The cloudhawk rubbed his shoulder against the reaper and continued to make his best run. He found a corner not far ahead, so he didn't hesitate to rush in. It was a fork, with three different directions. The cloudhawk gambled one, rushed towards one of them and hid behind the wall.

He's too weak to run anymore.

If you keep running, you will be chased by the sweepers.

We can only hope that the sweepers do not choose this path.

The black figure chased after him, hesitated for a few seconds, did not make a choice, the sweeper was an experienced hunter, he felt the disappearance of footsteps, indicating that the person had not gone far, must have hidden beside him, so there was no choice to pursue blindly, hoping to find this guy's position with a sharp hearing.

At this moment, the eagle is hiding less than ten meters from him.

A heart beats straight like a drum, like it wants to rush out of your chest.

This time, the sweeper will not leave. He is waiting, waiting for the cloud eagle to appear. Even if it is a little broken, it may be caught by the other party.

What should we do?

The eagle held its fist tight and the palms were covered in sweat.

Another strong sense of crisis overshadowed my mind at this time.

What the cloudhawk felt, when he looked to the left, his pupils suddenly contracted.

On a wall filled with fluorescent moss, the giant appeared silently in a huge black silhouette, with eight long legs, a joint full of steel needle-like plush, razor-sharp, twelve gorilla eyes, each showing brutal light.

Mutant beast!

A giant spider!

A spider as big as two meters!

This dangerous creature lays on the wall, and it's obviously locked in the cloud eagle, just a little closer.

Almost simultaneously, the sweepers heard voices and drew another spear from behind and were walking towards the place.

Cloudhawks are covered in sweat and it is difficult to contain fear from spreading to their hearts.

Spell it!

Close your eyes.

He jumped out of the wall screaming!

The giant spider sees the prey try to escape, and the eight legs are also a slip, almost bouncing with the prey. However, the spider is a powerful hunter, and it is much faster and must be able to catch the prey in mid-air.

The cloud eagle jumps out of hiding.

The sweeper threw the spear out of his hand, and the sharp spear shot straight at him, powerful enough to pierce the human being.

Dangerous mutants are getting closer.

This deadly spear is about to be worn.

The eagle twisted its body halfway through the sky, and the spear rubbed across its chest, drawing a large mouth, almost miraculously avoiding the past.

Hiss!

The black giant spider clamped his limbs, almost catching the cloud eagle, and the spear shooting impartially stabbed the giant spider in the head, causing the giant spider to immediately scream a painful scream.

The sweeper is slightly corrugated, and I didn't expect this to happen.

For a brief moment, the cloudhawk fell to the ground, and he rushed to one roll, stood up with his chest wound covered, and crawled into the other lane. When the sweeper was going after him, the injured mutant rose up again and rushed towards him angrily.

“Ho!”

The sweeper was instantly pulled out of the knife and stabbed into the soft stomach of the spider. The giant spider also grabbed the sweeper's shoulder with sharp poison and the two dangerous creatures twisted together.

The cloud hawk is gone.