"Aren't there any protective facilities in the city? Air raid shelters or underground caves? Has the government issued any city defense plans? Do you know where the military facilities in the city are located?"

At a wide sewer branch, Lin Feng stopped and looked back at the three people in front of him with a helpless expression: "You won't live long even if you escape like this. It would have been better if you had found the army, at least you could have gotten through the crisis of the past few days in peace."

His gaze swept over the chests of the three men, each wearing a cross. There was a reason why they were able to escape and avoid being mutated by the virus.

As for himself, although the mycelium could play a role, it still subtly made Gui Ke wary.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. Wherever you say we're going, I'll go!" Hansen hugged his simply bandaged shoulder and responded to Lin Feng's suggestion with a serious expression.

He was the man who jumped out of the car. He had witnessed Lin Feng's abilities and had been saved by Lin Feng several times, so he almost became his fanboy.

“We’ve lost our phones, otherwise we could have contacted the army.” Kelly said, clutching her shotgun, looking somewhat dejected.

Roland put down the knife in his hand, hugged Kelly's head tightly, and comforted her with the warmth of his chest.

"I saw government troops before I fled." Hansen sat on a rock nearby, winced a few times, and tried to recall what had happened: "I came from Victory Square. There were about 100 soldiers and two mechs."

“We came from the arts district and didn’t see any troops,” Roland chimed in.

After a few seconds of silence, all three looked at the silent Lin Feng.

Feeling awkward under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, Lin Feng casually made up a story: "I've been on the beach the whole time. I came out for some fresh air this afternoon after drinking too much."

"Hmm..." Hansen and Roland nodded in response quite naturally, not noticing anything amiss.

Lin Feng didn't reply, and after a moment of silence, everyone seemed to be paused, becoming stunned. Kelly, nestled in Roland's arms, stared blankly at the thin stream of water in the middle of the sewer, unconsciously hugging Roland even tighter.

The group was awakened when the occasional tremors from the ground turned into a series of ever-expanding aftershocks.

Lin Feng walked towards the direction from which the tremor came and stood in front of the sewer.

"What happened?"

Lin Feng asked in his mind, and Hong Linggui, who had been searching the surroundings, immediately replied: "The plane crashed."

The plane crash seems to fit part of the plot just revealed by Ironclad 99.

Lin Feng then asked, "Where is Victor Belmont now?"

"Arts District".

"Have you found any trace of Dracula?"

The inquiry was relayed to Ironclad 99 within the Ghost Realm via Hongling, and Ironclad 99's reply was immediately transmitted to his ears through the miniature earpiece: "No, but many demons died in the research area and the city center."

Although the location of the person cannot be traced, in a mission world where no other participants have been found to be interfering, it is extremely simple to quickly sort out the plot.

At this moment, Lin Feng heard a creaking and scraping sound coming from the sewer ahead, which immediately reminded him of the feeling of the sharp bone spurs on the horned demon's body rubbing against the wall.

The other three were immediately alerted, and they had clearly also recognized the source of the sound.

In this dark passage, sound is the most sensitive thing to them. Even the slightest noise, or a pebble bouncing at their feet, can make the seemingly most composed Hansen become nervous.

"I'll go check it out, you guys wait for me."

Lin Feng left a sentence, and Hansen, who was leaning against the wall to stand up, suddenly felt his legs go numb and fell to the ground.

A cold wind blew in from the direction of the sound, and more footsteps could be heard in the distance, along with the smell of burning engine oil, one after another.

The red-haired ghost floated out from beside him. Lin Feng followed the direction of the wind and turned through two passages, where he saw more than a dozen failed mutated horned demons crawling in from the collapsed ground.

This is not a game. Instead of a few monsters appearing on a street, there are countless monsters appearing according to the population.

According to Ironclad 99's statistics, there are at least 400,000 horned demons in the city. If we calculate it as a ratio of 100 to 1, then 4,000 of them have successfully mutated.

However, the actual mutation probability is not a percentage. For example, there are already three mutated horned demons of different sizes in front of him.

Become a demon!

The moment the shadows loomed, Lin Feng rushed out, and a demonic hand that emerged from the shadows instantly grabbed one of the horned demons by the neck, dragging him towards the other two horned demons.

As the crimson-clad demons were being slashed by the blades, a black light appeared from behind them, leaving black holes in their skulls.

Fear is ineffective.

"Freezing is ineffective."

Hong Linggui tried out her skills once. The minor skills had no effect, and although the blade's slashes were effective, the non-fatal wounds would heal completely in the blink of an eye.

The only thing that worked wonders was the laser fired from the Spirit Paper Submachine Gun after it was infused with demonic power.

At this moment, Lin Feng shook off a horned demon. There was also a green pustule on his chest, which was torn open by the demon's hand and a large amount of green liquid flowed out.

Sizzle... The liquid turned into a sizzling, burning, ghastly green flame the moment it touched the air.

Hellfire

Flames burned on the horned demon's chest, and the spreading green light gave Lin Feng a burning sensation that was both illusory and real, making him feel a sense of crisis.

Clearly, the mutations of these horned demons are not just about viruses and magic, but also involve the level of the soul—a mutation that uses their souls as fuel. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to find no souls after killing the horned demons.

This is also very much in line with the methods of Hell, and it is the only way to pose a threat to Dracula.

Lin Feng dodged the attacking claws and glanced at the monsters around him. They all had tiny, flowing green liquids inside their bodies, but the horned demons that had failed to mutate did not form a complete pustule on their chests.

"Guike, do you have a way to resist this kind of flame?" Lin Feng asked as he drew his demonic blade. The seven eyes on the blade quickly opened, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on the surrounding horned demons with each step he took.

Gui Ke replied regretfully, "It can be forcibly isolated using the power of the soul, and no means of counteracting it have been discovered yet."

"Um."

Lin Feng sheathed his sword, and cracks appeared around the wounds on the horned demon's body. The pustules on its chest were even cut open by the demonic blade, and a large amount of green flames flowed out.

Upon closer inspection, the demonic power attached to the demonic blade showed a slight corrosive effect, while the demonic power that had penetrated the ram-horned demon's body gradually dissipated as the green flames burned.

Physical attacks to the head can kill instantly, while energy attacks will be blocked by the hellfire within the opponent's body.

The best way to kill this thing is to have something that can perfectly suppress it, or you can gradually weaken it and then kill it with one blow.

boom!

This horned demon exploded, but unlike the horned demon on the road whose head was blown off, the explosion from this pustule only affected a radius of two or three meters.

At this moment, the blade in Hong Linggui's hand also showed a similar corruption. A green spark had just been ignited on the tip of the blade when it was extinguished by the power of the demon.

After the test was completed, Lin Feng quickly hid as the horned demons fell.

A dozen more horned demons, attracted by the collapse in the ground, appeared in the gap. Faintly, more creaking footsteps could be heard approaching.

Lin Feng didn't linger. Hearing several footsteps falling, he quickly turned around and followed the passage he had come from to find the three terrified people. He then led them to another sewer.

"The ground was ripped open by a plane..."

As they were explaining, another explosion came from above, followed by a tremor similar to the one before. Lin Feng urged, "We can't stay here any longer, let's go."

A sense of urgency immediately arose in the hearts of the others. Three pairs of panicked eyes seemed to see man-eating monsters crowding around them amidst the tremors behind them, constantly approaching them.