MTL - Dimensional Eroders-Chapter 64 Art is an explosion! Fried! Fried!

　　 The lively night came and walked again, and a half-cooked charcoal mutant beast suddenly appeared in the dilapidated and quiet street in the early morning.

Although carelessly did not peel off the belly, even the fur was scorched together, showing a little perfunctory, and the cook’s sincerity was not seen; but because of the sprinkling of cumin and spices, it is still the same for the monsters in the depths of the city. It is the supreme delicacy that has never been enjoyed before!

　　 No one can resist the temptation of delicious food!

　　 Soon, the monsters lurking nearby took their heads. They fought with each other for this heavenly thing; then the gunshots sounded, and they fell to the street one by one.

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　　 The city at night is a battlefield where powerful monsters fight, while the early morning is a battlefield for weak chickens and garbage.

　　 Bailang's figure soon appeared, and he dragged the trophies into the roadside shop one by one, and began the Sun Erniang-style production and processing.

　　Because this is his last action, whether this vote succeeds or fails? Will wash hands in golden basin, retreat to the world. So there is no need to save the last ‘burning blood’. Today, he wants to play a big ticket!

　　 After trying again and again, Bailang is more familiar with the wrong usage of "Burning Blood" than anyone else, and even developed his own "Prodigal Series".

Collect the blood of the monsters into a bottle (large and wide bottle), then pour an appropriate amount of medicine to react, shake it thoroughly, and let it stand; then he transformed into a large airtight jar, and broke the monsters. Pour into it, then sprinkle the last medicine, stir well, seal and marinate.

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　　 Two and a half hours later, the white waves appeared at the entrance of the subway station, fully armed.

　　 He took a deep breath, took out the big bottle filled with monster blood, pierced the bottle cap with a dagger, and gently squeezed it against the ground, spraying out a fishy sticky blood.

　　 The evil energy crystal dissolves in the blood and releases a stronger aura, quickly attracting strange birds entrenched in the sky. They screamed with excitement, alarming more and more monsters, gathering here.

　　 Bailang retreated backwards to the subway station, blasting'True Fel Blood' every few meters, leaving a trace, attracting more and more monsters to gather.

　　 When he passed through the two-story ‘metro space’, his blood of fel energy had already attracted a large number of monsters. In the darkness, a pair of reflective eyeballs were watching him greedily.

　　 Bai Lang is not too nervous at this time, but a little dissatisfied, thinking that the amount of garbage is too small. Then he shot suddenly, shooting towards the place where the monsters were the most dense in the perception, and instantly screamed countless strange screams, angering and detonating the group of monsters.

　　 A mutant beast roared and rushed towards him.

　　 Bai Lang turned on his headlights, led the trend of monsters, took the lead in the charge, and trot to the depths of the tunnel. He still sprinted all the way, turning back and shooting back from time to time, sprinkling the blood of the monsters all over the ground.

　　 The evil energy aura can't dissipate in the enclosed underground space, but becomes more and more intense, brewing even more terrible riots. The rats and reptiles living in the sewers gush out like a tide, following the smell to chase the white waves.

　　 Feel the dense, overwhelming, and rustling sounds coming from the dark tunnel that was originally dead. Under the magnification of the perception of ‘Frostwolf Totem’, his scalp numb with horror. This feeling of nausea and horror stems from instinct. Reason and will can't overcome it at all, and can only escape more quickly.

　　 A wave of monsters was just provoked by him. Outside the subway station, the more monsters were attracted and rushed into the tunnel blindly, and then became excited and violent when they were stimulated by the breath of evil energy.

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　　 fled all the way to the entrance of the ‘Evil Orc Sewer’, which had already been arranged here. He opened the trap to block the monsters behind him, and at the same time carefully put away the guns, and took out the sealed cans from the storage space.

　　 Yesterday’s exploration made him almost lose half of his life, trapped in this foul-suffocating sewer, but it also confirmed the true whereabouts of ‘Haagenda Broken Ice’.

　　 As soon as the lid was opened at this moment, the smelly evil energy detonated the atmosphere of the scene, and the monsters in the audience were instantly overwhelmed!

　　 "Today's consumption of the audience will be paid for by this son! Dog Bs, come and hi!"

　　 Without hesitation, Bai Lang kicked over the jar and rolled upside down into the depths of the sewer. The jar tumbling all the way, spilling the viscera of the successfully marinated monster all the way, and finally fell into the depths of the sewer, gurgling outwards.

　　 The violent tide of monsters, where can you withstand such a delicious temptation? One by one, they lost their minds and hit the sewer, while the white waves took the opportunity to flash one step first.

　　 He turned off his headlights, sprinkled breath-insulating powder on his body, and continued to run into the tunnel. Soon he came to the arched wall and climbed up along a row of iron frames, hiding in the air by sticking to the wall.

　　 At this time, the monsters, monsters, mutant beasts, and sewer residents were attracted by the ‘fel chopsticks’ that had been pickled for two and a half hours, completely ignoring the Lord Langzi. The smell of the oncoming rush makes me so eager to move. I have never had this feeling, Cause_I_got_acrush_on_you... They are like fans who have seen cxk, and they are madly impacting the evil sewers.

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　　 And the orcs who lived in the evil sewers were killed even more furiously!

　　Although they have died, turned into zombies, and lost their wisdom, they still retain their hatred and dislike for'burning blood'. This is the medicine made by humans squeezing the lives of their orcs. Every time they encounter it, they will be violent and want to kill everything.

　　 At this moment, someone poured a big pot of fel energy and magic soup on their doorstep. What a provocation is this? It's even more exaggerated than eating Marshal Canopy in front of msl! This group of orcs and zombies were completely violent, fighting with the influx of monsters, fighting for three hundred rounds.

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　　 As the initiator of this melee, Bai Lang waited quietly.

　　 In the darkness, he slowly moved down and came to the ground again, with his palm groping against the wall, and quickly grabbed a string. This was a gift he had prepared before. At the entrance of the sewer, he made a small mechanism with a grenade hidden.

　　 At this moment, a large number of monsters rushed into the sewer. He felt that the time was right, so he crouched in the corner, protected himself, and then kept pulling the rope. The rope covered in the dust was continuously stretched and stretched, and finally triggered the mechanism, the pull ring was pulled out, and the grenade rolled into the depths of the sewer, without alarming the monsters and undead who were fighting.

　　 Boom!

The explosion of 　　 grenade not only collapsed a section of the entrance, blocking the crowds of monsters to death; it also detonated the methane gas in the airtight ‘evil sewer’, causing a stronger explosion.

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　　 Haagenda. Broken ice has been entrenched in the ‘evil sewer’ for a long time and no one can provoke them, because they have become zombies and do not need to breathe. And this section of the sewer has already collapsed and blocked, and the orcs and zombies still drag their prey in from time to time, rot and ferment the hypoxic methane methane gas. When Bailang entered yesterday ~www.novelbuddy.com~ almost didn't suffocate in it, so there was a point. Match cannon blasting the manhole cover' inspiration.

　　 But it’s too cheap to do this. He wants to play a bigger one, so he drives away the tiger, tricks a bunch of monsters into it, and is blasting them. Isn’t it beautiful?

　　 rumbling!

　　 The white waves slumped on the ground of the tunnel, trembling violently. And he saw with his own eyes that a straight pillar of fire suddenly spurted from the ground in the dark tunnel. The speed of this thing was too fast and the range was too high. It was more like a thick flame-colored laser beam, which was fleeting and half-blocked. The entrance was reopened, and the densely blocked monsters, like anti-aircraft cannonballs, were fired out in one go, snapped to the top of the tunnel, and fell down a little bit.

The harsh explosion sounded repeatedly in the tunnel, like a billowing thunder; at the same time, the vibrating ceiling kept trembling, and a large amount of rubble and gravel fell. The shocked white waves thought they were going to be buried alive. A moment of remorse, did you get rid of it? But then I became confident, this is an exciting life!

　　 But fortunately, the quality of the subway tunnel is far beyond his imagination. When Bai Lang got up dizzy and swaying, the reptile mouse that got into the sewer was stunned to death by the shock wave and burned by the flames. The originally dull and muddy tunnel was full of stench + billowing heat + faint suffocation.

　　 Of course, the monsters on the scene were not dead, but they were all overwhelmed and mourned...and more people who had just rushed into the subway station heard the rumble explosions and vibrations, scared their farts, and turned around and ran away.

　　 Own main mission is in the process of fancy refreshing...

　　 This explosion was counted on his head, and the garbage was wiped out!

　　 "This... is art!" Bai Lang stood up straight and made a curtain call in the dark tunnel.