Chapter 798

"You've thought too much; if there really was divinity protecting this group of monsters, then when D-14134 destroyed this nest, would He be indifferent? Watching His people be wantonly slaughtered?"

"No, you are not a god, how do you know that divinity would protect its people instead of watching coldly?"

"Yeah, you are not a god, how do you know that divinity would watch coldly instead of choosing to protect, or directly descending divine punishment to destroy D-14134?"

"Why are you all thinking so much? The situation is obvious now; D-14134 successfully destroyed one of the nests and will continue to repeat such things until he destroys the last nest and gets out of this godforsaken place."

Inside the light screen, the battle was still continuing.

In the room illuminated by candlelight, lamp light, and screen light, D-14134 moved around.

His movements were slightly sluggish, as if he were at the end of his rope.

But whenever a black humanoid entity tried to attack, he could always find the right angle, avoid it at the right speed, and while praying, send silver bullets to the other party.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot, another humanoid monster turned to ashes.

Sometimes, D-14134 couldn't help but imagine if his experience were made into a vampire movie, would it be a big hit.

A person who had committed a great crime, after all the vampire hunters died, like a vampire hiding in the night, hides in a vampire nest, collects weapons left by hunters, and hunts vampires.

Destroying the vampire's nest step by step, wiping out the vampires step by step.

And at the end of the story, the protagonist is recognized by the vampire hunters and becomes a legend among hunters.

Silver weapons, devout faith, and monsters that turn to ashes...

Piling these things together, it's hard not to associate them with those long-standing vampire legends.

However, having said that, did the Foundation really contain vampires?

D-14134 took a step to the left, and the moment he passed by the monster, he said "Amen", held the pistol with his right hand, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" Another monster disappeared.

In every previous "cleaning", D-14134's face would more or less carry expressions of tension, panic, etc.

But this time.

He only had calmness, composure, and even a little relaxation.

This is the last "stronghold" and the most central place of the entire house.

And, those black humanoid monsters were not even countable on one hand.

There are two reasons for this phenomenon:

One is that the monsters here are indeed very few, less than half of the previous nest;

Two is that in order to deal with this last "stronghold", the original nest, he brought almost all the silver bullets to go all out.

In this battle, he didn't save ammunition anymore.

Full firepower, without any scruples.

Venting all the suppressed, fearful, panicked, uneasy, anxious, desperate, and other emotions that had been accumulating since the first moment he entered here.

The space that was always dead silent was now filled with gunshots, the sound of things colliding, roars, and human laughter.

The silver light of flying bullets and the sparks from collisions formed a dazzling brilliance to celebrate his victory.

"Cheers!"

He laughed loudly, shot and exploded a monster's head with a backhand, and opened a glass container tied to his waist.

Instantly, a strong, pungent smell of alcohol sprayed out.

--A bottle of high-concentration alcohol for laboratory use, discovered in the storage room; I don't know where they cut the space from.

But none of that mattered anymore.

He waved his hand and sprinkled it toward the target direction.

The alcohol splashed out from the bottle mouth, floating in the air like a transparent ribbon, followed by a few scattered water droplets.

This ribbon slowly "drifted" down from the air, and directly below it was a short candle, burning tremblingly.

The moment they touched, the transparent ribbon was artificially covered with a layer of fire red, and the other end also touched the pile of hearts in the center of the room.

Like lighting a bonfire, the room was instantly illuminated.

The remaining monsters around began to melt and dissociate, collapsing into particles invisible to the naked eye, and then dissipated.

A few minutes later, the "bonfire" in the center went out, revealing the hearts that hadn't been burned out.

D-14134 looked at the embers that were about to go out for a while, slowly let out a breath, first sat down, and finally lay on the wooden floor.

He was physically and mentally exhausted, not even wanting to move his fingers.

In every tortured day and night, he would fantasize about how to celebrate after everything was over, and how excited and happy he would be.

But, he probably thought wrong.

The anticipated pleasure did not appear, and his heart was filled with an lingering sense of absurdity.

Is this the end?

Is it a bit too simple?

He asked himself, feeling like he was dreaming.

Idiot, what else do you want?

Fight another three hundred rounds with that bunch of guys?

He took a deep breath, exerted force from his core, pulled his upper body up, and then barely stood up and walked a few steps in the room.

For the past few days, he had been fully focused on how to survive and "clean up".

Now that everything was over, he was a bit lost, not knowing what to do next for a while.

He turned a few circles in the room aimlessly, his footsteps gradually hurried, and the amplitude of his hands swinging gradually accelerated.

A sense of uneasy fear spread in his heart.

It's as if, when playing a game, after going through all kinds of hardships, he finally defeated the final BOSS.

But the game didn't show the word victory, nor was there any reminder for the next step.

No matter how he hit the keyboard or clicked the screen, it was of no avail.

In an awkward situation of being neither up nor down.

And the situation D-14134 is facing now is like this.

Everything around him, nothing has changed.

Still that behemoth.

Still no exit.

Still a dead zone.

D-14134's heartbeat accelerated again, and his chest ached.

He forced himself to calm down and think about his current situation—

Could it be that destroying all the monsters still wouldn't allow him to get out?

Are the humanoid monsters and this space unrelated?

Is this really an abyss that only goes in and doesn't go out, and once you come, you can never get out again?

He pondered for a while, and finally decided to go out and see what the situation was like in other places.

It's just.

D-14134 just took a few steps, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He stopped his pace, while vigilantly looking around, while tightening his grip on the pistol.

His gaze swept quickly around, and many suspicious places were excluded by him one by one.

Finally, his gaze stayed on the wall.

Various clawing, ferocious, and strange symbols and patterns were carved on it.

If it were just this, he wouldn't be unfamiliar.

But his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his pupils dilated, the hair on his body stood up, and his heartbeat and breathing were approaching the human limit.

The originally dim reddish-brown was replaced here by a glaring bright red.

It was like fresh blood surging in the human body.

The joy of victory and the relaxation of everything ending were swept away, and he fell into hell again.

No.

He never escaped hell!

There's a problem here!

D-14134 realized that the situation was not quite right.