Cthulhu Believers Sneak Into My House, and The San Value Goes Crazy

Duchamp was not a coward.

in a high position.

Coupled with the strength to enter the epic realm.

Both courage and strength are different from ordinary people.

On weekdays, he even took the lead, not knowing how many evil and terrifying forces he had destroyed.

Even in the face of pollution, he did not flinch.

But now...

In the face of the former players, he showed a rare fear.

And the reason that made him so gaffe~ is because...

Liu Yue.

Your own team member, within a distance of less than three meters from you - actually died?!

"how can that be?

In the realm of Duchamp, he already had a sixth sense of horror.

It can be said that he can instantly gain insight into any troubles and troubles, and then take precautions against evil.

In addition, before Liu Yue fell into a daze, she seemed unusually timid.

But that was nothing but excesses after the destruction of the home.

In fact, Liu Yue also has legendary strength.

Moreover, it is still the old red gloves in Liuguang City.

But it was such a strong night watchman who died quietly beside him.

How does this keep Duchamp calm?!

"Run, get out of here as fast as you can!

"Don't touch each other!

"Don't get close to each other!"

At this time, every cell in Duchamp's body seemed to be screaming and roaring.

They urged Duchamp to leave the land of right and wrong as quickly as possible.

The entire Liuguang City has completely turned into a swamp of death.

Once caught in it, the consequences are unimaginable!

For a moment, Duchamp really had the idea of ​​escape.

What streamer city?

What responsibility?

Nothing is more important than life.

But when Duchamp's heels had moved backwards, he finally took a deep breath and stopped in place.

Duchamp's eyes were fixed on the backpack behind Liu Yue.

There, there are special equipment connected to the main city.

Even if he wants to leave, even if he is cautious, he must find a way as soon as possible to inform the main city of what happened in Liuguang City.

Because what Duchamp was going through at the moment was just too weird.

Jungle rising from the ground.

Empty city.

Unconsciously dead companion.

These things are connected together like a fog, obscuring everything.

Escape is undoubtedly the best choice.

But in this world, there are always some things more important than life.

Duchamp must find a way to contact the main city and pass on everything here.

Otherwise...

The consequences could be disastrous.

Thinking of this, Duchamp didn't hesitate any longer, he stepped forward and approached Liu Yue slowly.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, what Duchamp has to accept is...

Liu Yue is dead.

And it is very likely that it has been contaminated by unknown.

According to previous experience, the best way at this moment is to take away the communication equipment and leave quickly.

As for finding out the cause of death?!

Duchamp could not take this risk.

The inability to avenge the members made Duchamp feel guilty.

But in the current situation, reporting the situation to the main city is the top priority.

For Duchamp, his goal at the moment is only the backpack.

Feeling guilty, Duchamp murmured softly:

"Sorry. 35"

"It's ok."

Duchamp was startled, and the hairs on his whole body stood on end.

If he heard right.

Liu Yue actually spoke just now?!

"It's impossible!

"She's dead!"

Du Shang clearly felt Liu Yue's breath, not even breathing, but just now...

Just when Duchamp said he was sorry, the other party responded.

A terrifying chill swept through Duchamp's body.

Duchamp only felt himself, jumped directly into the cold pool, the biting chill made his breathing difficult.

"escape!"

Once the thought arises, it cannot be removed from the mind.

Duchamp no longer hesitated, the five-fingered hook had already been caught on the backpack strap, and he only needed to pull hard to pull it off Liu Yue and take it away.

But right now...

"Crack.

Along with the sound of a bone crack, a palm was directly pinched on Duchamp's wrist.

Duchamp wanted to struggle, but found that the opponent's strength was like steel, and it was actually embedded in his own flesh and blood.

Just this one hit.

Duchamp's right hand is useless!

"Crack!"

"Crack!

But this is just the beginning.

The continuous sound of bone cracks sounded again, but Liu Yue's neck turned to the back like a twist.

What kind of face is that?

There is no blood at all, like a blank sheet of paper.

Moreover, his eyes were scattered and expressionless.

But despite this, the other party still stared at Duchamp closely, and then a smile appeared on his face:

"Captain, why are you saying sorry to me?

"Also, why did you take my bag?"

"We're already home.

The pain in the wrist and Liu Yue's strange state caused Duchamp's body and spirit to suffer a terrible impact at the same time.

But before he could think about it, when he heard a "click", Liu Yue's only arm was broken, and he grabbed it towards Duchamp's neck.

Liu Yue is contaminated!

This is the truth!

On weekdays, the opponent only has a legendary realm, and is not a rival of Duchamp at all.

But now, the other party has restricted Duchamp's freedom with this strange gesture.

Once that arm grabbed his neck, Duchamp's end was only a dead end.

"You have to break through!

Duchamp gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a difficult choice.

"Pfft!"

A harsh cracking sound sounded, and Duchamp actually urged energy to gather on the imprisoned arm.

Flesh splattered.

At this moment, Duchamp fled a hundred meters away in an instant.

0... ask for flowers...

But at this time, he who had the epic realm seemed extremely embarrassed.

The right arm to the elbow was completely broken, the bones were thick and the flesh was blurred, and ordinary people would scream in shock when they saw it.

Not only that.

At this moment, Duchamp's forehead kept dripping with sweat. Obviously, even the epic powerhouse could not bear the pain of this broken arm.

But fortunately.

At the last moment, Duchamp used the gap in his self-exploding arm to successfully recapture Liu Yue's backpack.

Liu Yue was still standing there, looking at Duchamp with strange eyes.

His eyes were full of jokes.

It seems that the other party's actions have no meaning at all.

On the other hand, at this time, Duchamp couldn't hide his fear, no longer hesitated, and fled desperately towards the distance.

Liu Yue's pollution was more terrifying and domineering than he imagined.

Obviously only the opponent with legendary strength.

After being polluted again, not only can he act like a living dead, but his strength has increased several times!

Duchamp didn't dare to stop at all. Although his arm was in unbearable pain, he knew that the most important thing at this moment was to contact the main city.

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If this pollution is not controlled, the consequences are simply unimaginable!

In this way, Duchamp endured the pain and took out the equipment to contact the main city.

He clicked the button with one hand.

"Drip drip drip..."

Immediately, there was an electronic sound.

"faster!"

"Bastard, hurry up for me!"

Duchamp was very anxious at the moment, and his face no longer had the slightest calm in the past.

Even the blue veins on the neck appeared, looking extremely ferocious.

For Duchamp, a short period of time seemed as long as centuries.

"drop!"

Just when Duchamp was passing seconds, a crisp voice came from the communication device.

Duchamp's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said:

"Please help, there is a pollution incident in Liuguang City!"

“The whole city was polluted, and no people and night watchmen were seen. 55

"Request support! Request support!"

Duchamp tried his best to express his demands.

And at this moment, a familiar voice came from it:

"Captain, why are you running?

"Why exactly?"

Duchamp froze in place.

His eyes were empty, and he looked forward in disbelief. He only felt that the road ahead seemed to be blinded by darkness, and there was no hope at all.

The voice was familiar.

It was his teammate Liu Yue.

But when Duchamp really fell into despair, two voices, one came from the communication device, and the other came from behind him.

Not waiting for Duchamp to counterattack and defend.

A pair of arms that looked like iron clamps directly imprisoned him from behind.

"Crack! 35

"Crack! 55

In just an instant, Duchamp's ribs were all broken.

At the last moment of his life, a hoarse, emotionless voice came from Duchamp's ear:

"Captain, I'll take you..."

"Go home! 55 four.