Magic Tool

An underground base of the Killing God organization, dozens of people filed out. Their task today is to leave the underground world and head to the Fenglei Empire to kill an elder in Fengleimen.

Coming out of the chaotic underground world, the leader said to the humanity behind him, "Has the problem with the holy black tree not been found? If this continues, these bases will be abandoned."

The man nodded helplessly, and said, "I still have no clue, and it seems that there is still a certain degree of contagion. There was nothing wrong with the sacred black tree here. Since the people over there, the sacred tree has been lost. control."

The thought of passing through dense tree roots every time I exited the tunnel, the leader got a tingling scalp.

The sacred tree is out of control and has a huge impact on everyone.

"Damn it, it's finally out."

The underground world is always dark, with only a little light, but from the completely dark underground passage, when you reach the door, you still feel that the outside world is very bright.

A breeze blew, and everyone felt that it was indeed outside. The air was humid, with a scent of musty and stinky, with a smell of corruption. This is the air of the underground world. Of course, there is also the fragrance of grass in the air. It's just that the ratio is not very large.

At this moment, someone behind him opened his mouth.

Mournfully.

The man sneezed firmly, and his voice was very loud.

The leader turned his head, glanced at him, and asked in confusion, "Youngest, what's the matter?"

The third child complained, "I don't know, my nose feels itchy when I first came out."

The leader said, "Be careful, the underground world feels a bit abnormal recently." He took the lead to go out.

The underground world is too dark, the ground is dangerous, most of them will not walk through the ground, it is too dangerous. After the leader came out, he took out an airship, and everyone sat on it in turn, and soon disappeared at the end of the darkness.

They quickly came to the entrance of the underground world. After receiving the airship, everyone was not doing very well. They, who had never caught a cold, actually started to sneeze one by one, even the leader was no exception.

After entering the underground passage, the cough became worse.

The smell of putrefaction is introduced into their mouths through the air, and it feels as if something is growing in the body.

"Get out of here, I don't feel able to breathe."

"Go, go, it smells so bad, I feel like I'm in the toilet."

"Can a magician catch a cold, too?"

"I don't feel like I have a cold, it seems that something is growing in my body."

"Cough cough cough cough."

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough."

A day later, they should have crossed the desert and entered the Fenglei Empire further north, but now they have not left the desert, and the airship stopped in a place full of yellow sand.

They felt extreme physical discomfort, fever, nausea, headaches, various illnesses, all erupting together, and before they got out of the desert, they fell ill on the airship one after another. Even the most resistant leader is breathing like a bellows at this moment. From time to time, coughing out some blood foam, it looks very oozing.

I thought it was just a common cold, and it would pass after taking some medicine, but I didn't expect that it would get worse and worse, and the medicine would have no effect at all.

The dignified magister, actually going to catch a cold and die, it must be said to be very absurd.

If it is a fighter, it might be better, but their team are all magicians, and their bodies are inherently weak.

I don’t know how long it has passed, one of them finally couldn’t hold it, and passed into a coma. With the first one, there was a second one. Soon, one after another, they entered the state of dying. At this time, no matter how powerful they are It's useless.

Ten days later, the airship was completely buried in yellow sand.

. . .

This thing happened anywhere in the underground world.

As long as they are below the magician, they basically cannot escape this fate. Most magicians rely on elementalization to resist the invasion of viruses, but this kind of virus is very powerful, even if they enter the elemental state, the virus is still It will not disappear, but will still exist in their bodies.

The entire underground world's killer guild fell into a dead silence.

Although they are hidden in the darkness, it does not mean that they are willing to stand in the darkness every day. Therefore, the sage stationed here, the three ninth-level magicians are fully investigating.

When they discovered that this was the virus causing it, it was already ten days after the virus outbreak, and they had to develop countermeasures.

At this time, Rowan had found their main base. As for the other bases, those people didn't need to worry about them, and they were basically incurable.

In the underground world, in front of a cliff, under a few unusually long trees, Rowan stood here, reached out and touched the cliff, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth. After a while, he lifted his foot, walked directly into the cliff and disappeared into the wall.

This piece of cliff is actually a blindfold.

. . .

In the underground world, in a laboratory that is as bright as daylight, a row of neatly arranged experimental platforms is placed on each one of them. They are covered with white cloth, and they have obviously died silently.

By their side, several mechanical puppets were busy, collecting something from the exposed skin under the white cloth, and quickly sent it to another room.

Next door, several magicians are busy together, their heads are sweating, and their hearts are a little guilty.

I don’t know how long it has passed. One of them raised his head in the workplace and said in a grim voice, “Looking at the situation, someone is targeting us. This thing is obviously targeted at us. In the past few days, a total of three This is the same virus. This is definitely someone who is targeting us and has been tested. One of the viruses is targeting our immune system.

This person is not a human race, but a monster race. He has no feet, a snake body below the waist, and a long tail. At the moment, he is standing upright on the ground. His upper body is a human, with normal hands and a human head.

As soon as his words came out, everyone else stopped, and one of them humanely said, "This situation is probably known to be man-made, but the problem now is how to crack this virus. He has no idea yet. If this situation continues. , I am afraid that our Underground World Division will be extinct."

"Fortunately, we are usually scattered around, so the casualties can be smaller."

"It has been notified, no one should come back and give up this place temporarily." A person said in a low voice.

Killing **** organizations are spread all over the world. The underground world is where they usually train core killers. Except for a saint, the strength of the other personnel is relatively low. Therefore, this time there were heavy casualties, and only a few of them survived. Level figures.

"There are only a handful of biological alchemists with this ability, and I don't know who is against them." The face of the saint was gloomy and terrifying, but there was not much sadness.

As a killer, you must have the consciousness of death. In his eyes, this is also a way of assassination, but the target is themselves.