Chapter 117 Never Regretted Falling

As if a natural disaster had struck, Qi An ran wildly through the crowd.

Even with her small frame weighing only 43 kilograms, she carried an injured person on her back.

With such intense purification, Lin Jiaran had already undergone a level 3 mutation; it was impossible for her not to undergo a level 3 mutation as well.

Thanks to the comprehensive improvement in her physical abilities after the Level 3 mutation, Qi An was able to carry a tall male soldier on her back.

Chen Yuezhou and the others, along with the White Priest, also desperately fled when the earth shook violently.

The white priest was a little too slow, and half of his body was crushed.

However, the remaining half of his body can still grow rapidly.

With his speed, his instincts would allow him to break free from the collapsing ground, the billowing dust, and the towering flames of the explosion, only to face another wave of attacks that would test the limits of the action team's resistance to contamination, or simply escape.

However, his stunned look down at the ground delayed his chance to escape.

He lost half of his body.

He could regrow, but because of his position, Zhuang Xiao's last slug, which had run in the other direction of the command tent, pierced through the smoke and dust, hit his back, and blew up half of his body!

This seemed to inject some motivation into the White Priest, causing his suddenly dejected spirit to be suddenly and intensely invigorated!

Its body, which resembled a human upper body, transformed into a...walking virus, and darted towards the command tent!

He charged straight at Qi An, but there were still many people around Qi An!

After this crushing defeat, the White Priest realized that it was caused by many people, and that each of them had played a role!

So he looked at Qi An with his intact head again, and when they met eyes, it was Qi An who had a smile in his eyes.

Just like when she fell into the well, many people, many hands, pulled her out of hell!

When the White Priest rushed to within 10 meters of Qi An, his body was blown apart again by several bullets.

He fell.

Chen Xi swiftly reached its side, and the last three bullets struck its chest, throat, and brow respectively.

But the White Priest still managed to escape. However, one of the three places must have indeed been hiding his cyst. After running for about ten meters, he fell again.

The ground of the entire nest sank into a huge pit, and most of the vehicles and remaining buildings slid into the pit, burning fiercely along with the coal ash.

The residual sounds of explosions could still be heard, making the area quite dangerous.

The White Priest fell to the edge of the giant pit, but the place where she stood had once been a battlefield, with a large patch of half-buried green blood on the ground, resembling a verdant swamp.

In this swamp, the white priest's anger and resentment were replaced by a kind of weariness and confusion on the verge of death, and his fair skin slowly turned into a yellow like that of a human with flesh and blood!

The blast wound on his head was slowly repaired by that regenerative ability, revealing the face of a man in his early thirties with ordinary features, a deep-set eye, pale skin, and obvious introverted characteristics!

He propped his head up with the tentacles that stretched out from his body, looked at the face in the green blood, and couldn't help but feel a sense of unfamiliarity and doubt.

Qu Xingwen, that was his name when he was human.

He was a game concept artist during his human years, but he only worked there for two years before quitting to take the postgraduate entrance exam.

I took the entrance exam for a master's degree in literature, and after graduation, I worked as a public account editor at a new media company, but then I resigned to become a freelance writer.

He went around in circles, in a daze, and started over many times, but he accomplished nothing.

He seemed to have too many ideas, often lying in bed day after day lost in thought, yet he remained still.

He accomplished nothing, yet he was arrogant about his talents, despised the contempt of worldly people, and struggled with confusion and self-analysis in countless late nights, cycling between vigorous efforts and despondent abandonment.

Therefore, Qu Wenxing... the White Priest's tentacle disturbed the reflection in the green blood, and he returned to his fair skin.

That's why it says that the melody it hums is a blessing, and that being transformed by that melody is the good fortune of every human being!

Its resistance when it was transformed was incredibly foolish! Even if that resistance granted it a portion of His power, it was still foolish!

Humanity is not worth cherishing.

Thinking of this, it looked at Qi An with a mixture of doubt and inexplicable anticipation.

All the eyes on his head, body, and tentacles were looking at Qi An. The deep blackness in those eyes was like a black hole or countless mirrors.

It seemed as if something was looking at Qi An through the black hole, but it also seemed as if Qi An was seeing herself through those mirrors!

Qi An involuntarily took a step back.

The star-like cyst that the White Priest had carefully stored in the back of his heart gradually died out; he was dead.

Just before it died, its last few tentacles smeared the green swamp, turning its green blood into a huge, abstract sun-like pattern!

The white priest prostrated himself beneath the sun, calm and devout.

A few scattered female insects that had escaped from the collapsed ground and were struggling in a pool of blood saw the pattern and calmed down, quietly crawling away to die.

The true sunlight, which had triumphed over the clouds, shone upon the earth, but it seemed unable to diminish the painting composed of the enormous, dark green sun and several small, serene, gray-white corpses in the slightest.