Chapter 304 The Twisted Tree
Charlotte took off her heavy diving helmet.
The moment she raised her head, her light golden-white hair seemed to be flying, especially under the light of the orange lantern, the hair shone brightly as if it were woven with gold.
But when Charlotte looked forward along the light of the lantern and saw the extermination soldiers with dry roots growing out of the cracks in their armor in the narrow tunnel in front of them, a hint of gloom came over her brows again.
Even though it had been anticipated before the operation started, it would be impossible to take down the Crossroads Cult easily without spending a single soldier.
But when Charlotte witnessed with her own eyes the tragic situation of taking on the most dangerous underground assault mission to exterminate soldiers, her compassion that should not have arisen could not help but begin to ache.
The extermination sergeant who resisted tenaciously until the last moment, until the kite-shaped shield in his hand could no longer bear it and turned into a pool of solidified silver liquid... At this time, he was sitting quietly leaning on the stone wall of the tunnel, with the wheel of emptying the bomb nest under his feet. He was holding a short gun, and in his hand was a broken steel sword covered with rust and putrid slime.
But even this elite soldier, who had gone through several large-scale annihilation operations, was not able to escape smoothly from Winfreth's evil power... The hard and indestructible Noonsteel armor had a big hole in its chest, and the armor rolled over. The edges of the film were stained with dirty, foul-smelling blood and mucus, and shocking penetrating wounds were clearly visible.
And the body of this extermination sergeant, hidden under the protection of the noon steel armor, has shriveled up like a mummy, and all his flesh, flesh and life have been swallowed up by the twisted and brittle blackened roots on the ground.
The commander of the Crossroads Cult Extermination Operation gently took off the broken and dirty face shield, and saw the familiar yet unfamiliar face inside the helmet, as old as an eighty-year-old man.
Charlotte sighed sadly and stretched out her white and delicate palms to touch the other's eyelids that would not yield even to death, allowing this battle-experienced soldier to rest completely and sink into an eternal dream with no doubts and no worries.
"RIP Cassidy, your efforts are not in vain, your sacrifices are meaningful!"
Charlotte said this, as if she was practicing silent mourning for the soldiers who died in this extermination operation, and she also seemed to be using such a great and upright excuse to convince her own compassion that was about to move.
But at the same time, her overly strong rationality also praised: Yes, we should show mercy and sympathy to the fallen soldiers like this, so as to let our subordinate operators know that we are not just ruthless. He also has excellent leadership qualities such as caring for and caring for his subordinates... This is an almost cheap way to win people over! If we can squeeze out a few tears now, we may be able to achieve better results!
Perhaps she was really following the guidance of reason, or perhaps she was just reviving her dormant sensibility. Charlotte's eyes began to turn slightly red, and her light gray eyes were filled with sparkling tears.
Under the dim yellow light, the commander with golden hair looked at the sacrificed soldiers and choked with tears. The crystal tears flowed in his beautiful eyes, adding a touch of softness to Miss Holmes, who always showed her cold and elegant face.
In the eyes of the other subordinates who followed, this scene was as beautiful as a weeping portrait of a girl painted by a classical painter.
Although all the operators were silent, the scene in front of them had obviously been deeply engraved in their hearts... Perhaps they would still recall this scene when they sleep on the couch next to the fire in their old age.
Charlotte wiped away the crystal tears from the corners of her eyes, regained her cold and determined face, and continued to move towards the underground headquarters of the Crossroads cult.
She first noticed that the edge of the door at the end of the tunnel was seriously damaged, as if it had been bombed by explosives, and the metal door as thick as a wall had deep impact dents in the middle... Apparently the annihilation troops had not been able to follow the instructions smoothly. The original plan was carried out - Melanie, who had turned from darkness to light, revealed the secret order obtained by Watson's instigation against Nero Bacchus, so that the extermination troops could easily break into the gate and destroy the evil one before the cultists could react. emerald tree.
Based on the signs in front of her, the female detective was able to reconstruct the situation in just a moment.
——The dented metal door is three feet away from the original door edge. It obviously suffered a violent impact and flew backwards. The blackened marks on the edge of the door panel and the dent marks in the center indicate that the extermination troops forcibly broke through the door. Enter.
——Furthermore, the small peeking window of the metal door was open. Apparently the gatekeeper did not notice anything unusual when he saw Melanie appear at first, and the mummy of the cultist closest to the door panel had a slender noon stick inserted in its forehead. Steel needle, that is to say that after the gatekeeper opened the window and asked, Melanie was unable to answer the correct password, so the extermination troops had to take action brazenly?
"However, Watson should have successfully instigated the rebellion of Nello Bacchus, making the deputy leader of the Crossroads cult willing to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side to provide us with the secret language for tonight."
The female detective opened her palm, and in her palm was a small crumpled piece of paper with a popular secret language written on it - this was obtained from the first dry corpse she encountered in the tunnel under the river.
She has collected handwriting samples from everyone in Crossroads Hospital, and can confirm with absolute certainty that the handwriting on this note comes from Nello Bacchus, the deputy leader of the Crossroads cult - that is, the other party provided us with a false secret language. ?
"Does Watson also know about Backus providing false news?"
"Or is it that Watson has already been involved... He has formed some kind of cooperative relationship with Backus and wants to defraud us into the game?!"
After deducing that her former assistant had most likely turned traitor, the gloominess between Charlotte's brows became more solemn, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. No one knew what she was thinking about at this moment.
The female detective just ordered to move forward. Several lantern lights intertwined and shot into the thick darkness in the underground hall. She could only vaguely see the horrifying shriveled corpses lying on the ground, but she could not completely drive them away. The thick black shadow seemed to be something ancient and strange deep in the darkness that was preventing the spread of light, still stubbornly resisting the fact that the evil cult had been destroyed and failed.
The mysterious consultant who followed the Anti-Suppression Bureau team took the initiative to step forward, bit his thumb, and smeared the unusually bright red blood on the sleeping mirror in his arms. The rich bloody smell immediately caused the alien world behind the mirror to The attention of the soul.
The beast-shaped soul from another world stretched out its tongue full of ferocious barbs and licked the mirror on the other side. Wet spots appeared on the mirror in the waking world. The bright red blood had disappeared, as if it had been sucked clean by the round mirror. The next second, the world behind the mirror emits a gentle light that is not dazzling but can dispel the darkness in front of it.
The dark underground hall was suddenly brightly lit, and every corner was illuminated as clearly as the rays of the rising sun.
Then everyone from the Anti-Suppression Bureau saw the center of the underground hall, where a broken and cracked dried emerald evil tree should have been placed. However, at this moment, there was no trace of the dried and broken tree. Instead, there was a rotten tree. White mixed with dark red weird flesh pillars.
It was a grotesque and crazy totem tree made of twisted corpses roughly mixed together!