Chapter 183 The Force of Death
"Eagle, how can you hurt us!"
With the incredible shouts of a guard battalion soldier, there was a rustling sound. I don't know when the open space of the whole barracks has grown full of small vines! Looking around, these vines grow at a speed visible to the naked eye like the tips of bamboo shoots blown by the spring breeze. As long as they touch something, these vines will invariably bind the foreign object tightly!
In the nearly 1,000-square-meter barracks, such things grew everywhere, and the sound of growth was also dense and penetrated into everyone's ears.
Before everyone could react, they heard a "bang" sound, and a heavily weathered stone was strangled by these vines!
At the same time, a huge roar suddenly came from the huge swamp far away on the right! There was no time to tell whether the broken stone was because the power of the vine was too strong, and there was no time to think about what kind of beast the roar came from. The vines under everyone's feet suddenly grew like crazy and tied everyone's feet!
All this happened in a blink of an eye, and even the soldier's incredible cry still echoed in the air. How can the changes that have taken place in such a short period of time make those practitioners who have lost their souls react? I found that these vines tied me, and a magic came up!
However, in a hurry, they all forgot that the more this kind of vine is attacked with magic, the more it will increase its ferocity!
"Ah! Help me! Help me!" The vine that had just climbed on the practitioner's feet, and after a magic attack, the climbing speed suddenly accelerated, and in just a blink of an eye, it has spread over his knees!
"Help! Help me! I don't want to die!" The practitioner kept screaming. What scared him more was that his calf suddenly tinged! These vines actually penetrated directly into their own flesh and blood! He can even feel the cold feeling of the vine wandering freely in his skin! For a moment, the practitioner was completely confused, and the magic in his hand hit the vines of his lower body more crazily!
"Come and save me! Fuck, help me! I'm going to die!"
But who can save him? Several other practitioners who were not very afraid were also confused when they were called like this by him! Any emotion can be transmitted, not to mention the most contagious fear! In panic, no one had time to think about why the vines on his body grew the fastest, but also kept attacking the vines under his feet with their own spells!
The remaining five practitioners almost followed, repeating the mistakes of the practitioner who shouted at the beginning! When these vines spread to their chests, the extreme coldness of their whole body has deprived them of their ability to release spells, and that fear also makes them lose their ability to think and ask for help! In the eyes, fear and resentment!
They will never resent the vines that have reached their death, because these vines directly bring them death and fear, and this fear of death and death is just fear. And what they resent are always those who can't directly bring them misfortune, such as these practitioners around them.
Why don't they die! Why did they make the wrong judgment and let us be buried? Why can these lowly stupid soldiers live, but die as the most noble practitioner in the world?
One of the practitioners clearly felt the vines in his body, which kept drilling, destroying his internal organs and depriving him of his vitality. He knows that he can't see it. However, if you die, you will die. Why did I die? They are still alive! Looking resentfully at the guards battalion soldiers who kept cutting off the vines under his feet, the practitioner was extremely unwilling! This unwillingness, finally accompanied by the last bit of vitality in his body, turned into a spell that drives magnificent vitality!
And this magic with a large amount of vitality actually hit the middle of the soldiers of the guard battalion!
This spell does not have special attack power, but once it falls, the vines on the ground here are directly stimulated and activated, and the growth rate is even higher. The vines on their bodies are like long whips, directly hitting the soldiers of the guard battalion!
Dong and die together!
After the spell was issued, the practitioner lost all his vitality and died. But his intention is extremely obvious! I'm dead, and you don't want to live!
This kind of deep cause of danger and hardship is not solved, but it is a desperate act before the crisis!
It was foreseen by Sun Yi's early!
As soon as Sun Yifu found that there were vines growing on the ground, he gave an order in a very low voice: "Pile guard!"
The so-called "pilling" is a more cruel military order than "death guard"! Death is still a tactical term, but this "pile guard" requires everyone not to leave the same place and defend their current position! If it is a pile guard, how can we rescue those practitioners?
Sun Yi didn't look at the six completely lost practitioners at all. He didn't see their distorted expressions after being penetrated into the body by the vines, let alone how much trouble the spell issued by the practitioner brought to him, and still single-mindedly chopped the whole body like crazy. Vines, keep your own thorough.
After marching and fighting for so many years, he will cherish the glorious human nature shining in the war, but he knows more that the so-called glorious human nature is just a drop in the sea of evil thoughts in the cruel and evil war! Just like the flames in the night, it is not eye-catching because it is bright enough to illuminate the whole night!
The appearances of those practitioners just now have made him fully understand that they will always be in the army* without making these practitioners completely familiar with life and death! With these people, the team must always be wary of internal consumption that should not exist!
Therefore, these practitioners should not exist at a critical moment!
Not only Sun Yi, but also other soldiers in the Guard Battalion did not feel that these vines were very dangerous. They all have spare time to rescue those practitioners.
However, years of marching and fighting have more or less distorted their personality. They won't think there is anything wrong with the death of these practitioners, and some soldiers who understand Sun Yi's intentions feel that these practitioners really deserve to die.
It has nothing to do with people. It is twisted. It is a march and war.
So, almost in a few breaths, six lively practitioners died instantly under their own efforts, under the observation of their teammates, and under extreme danger!