The Death Knell

"Okay, Cloak, let's start executing the plan." Seeing that the doctor had no doubts, Su Ming immediately started executing the plan: "The jumping ability of the bugs is unknown, so you have to take us to fly over at least 15 feet above."

The magic floating cloak let go of Holloway's head, stretched out the lower edge of the cloak and hooked it behind their belts like hands.

It bobbed up and down for a moment, probably weighing the weight, and then tapped its collar to indicate it was okay.

"Very good. Throw me down first when you get to the entrance of the cave. I will clear a small landing site for you in the shortest possible time. Then everything will go as planned, okay?"

Holloway nodded and took a few deep breaths, feeling even more nervous than the first time he went on the operating table.

Fighting strange monsters in unknown places, the two-gunman once told such a story, but the avenging angel did not expect that he would be able to participate in it so soon.

This made him nervous and excited.

But after he nodded subconsciously, the magic floating cloak impatiently led the two of them into the sky, passing over the heads of the insect swarm at extremely fast speeds, and flew towards the entrance of the cave.

Holloway couldn't help but be startled. The first flight was like flying over a crocodile pond. He screamed and could see the little tongue in his throat swaying from side to side.

It was like a big red bird flying in the sky and screaming strangely, which naturally alerted the insects below.

So these alien-like monsters raised their heads and roared. What they saw was a ball of food flying from the sky.

That's right, whether it's cloth, metal, or human flesh, it's all the same food to them.

As the bottom layer of hive consciousness, their instinct is to prey and invade. There are no other emotions in their brains at all, neither fear nor greed.

Just instinct and command.

The bugs make a shrill noise, like fingernails scratching at glass.

Su Ming didn't know if this was their way of communicating with each other, but not understanding the enemy's language didn't affect his ability to kill them.

"It's now!"

He shouted loudly to the cloak, and the cloak immediately let go of the corner that was holding him.

With the gravity of landing and the speed of flight, he hit the hole like an iron ball. The insects at the hole seemed anxious, and Su Ming saw that they seemed to be drooling with black saliva.

After getting closer, he found that their heads looked a bit like crocodiles or lizards, but the outermost layer was a chitinous exoskeleton, the most common insect species, with dark green and black patches on their body.

The whistling wind passed by Su Ming's ears. He stretched out his arms in the air and raised two big swords, one gold and one black. The ground in front of him was getting closer and closer.

Just before landing, the bugs on the ground jumped up and launched an attack. Although their reflexed hind legs were not as explosive as grasshoppers, they could indeed bounce.

Bloody mouths appeared in front of Su Ming one after another. Su Ming's excellent eyesight seemed to be able to see the faces of the dead in their stomachs.

These guys are more like snakes, their mouths can open to incredible angles and are almost as thick as their bodies.

But it doesn't matter, even if each of these big mouths can fit Su Ming, they don't have such a good appetite.

"Shua! Click!"

The sound of breaking wind was followed by a crisp sound, and the God Killer began to dance autonomously. It took Su Ming's arm to complete the chopping action first.

The bugs jumping in mid-air froze for an instant. When Su Ming landed firmly, they fell to the ground.

The almost invisible blow just now split several jumping insects into two halves at the same time, and a lot of black internal organs or blood sprayed everywhere.

Their triangular pyramid-like limbs could no longer maintain the balance of their bodies, and their locust-like chests and abdomens were all cut open.

The surrounding grass blades and soil were stained with the Zerg bodily fluids, emitting a strange fishy smell, like half-marinated fish.

Su Ming calmly turned his back to the hole and launched a short countercharge.

The carapace of these insects cannot stop the God-Slayer, and naturally they cannot stop the Night Sword. With both swords in hand, with one sweep, a small area of ​​​​space can be cleared for Holloway to stand.

The cloak in the air saw the opportunity and put Holloway down, and the doctor immediately rushed towards the golden magic shield, trying to communicate with the people inside.

"Man, open the door, we're here to help."

Su Ming split a bug open with a sword and kicked its head away. He still had the energy to pay attention to the doctor during the fight.

The doctor's statement gave him a sense of déjà vu. Why did it feel like checking the water meter or sending warmth?

Does this really work?

However, it did work. The magic shield was revoked in the next second. Holloway immediately entered the cave, while Su Ming faced the bug and slowly retreated to block the entrance of the cave.

Very good, these bugs have almost no IQ. When the road was blocked before, they would choose to dig to find other roads, but now, they all swarm towards Su Ming, because Su Ming is a kind of food in their eyes.

Maybe the insect swarm mentality affected them. If they were really a large force, such as hundreds of millions of them, they might really be able to exhaust Su Ming to death, but with just these few hundred insects, they were doomed to fail.

They have no flying ability and no long-range means. Although they have good strength and sharp limbs, Su Ming only needs to take care of his front now.

Two large swords of different colors were swung rapidly, and soon a pile of debris was piled at the entrance of the cave. The black Zerg bodily fluids gathered into a stream and flowed towards the low-lying terrain in the distance.

Su Ming felt a long-lost sense of pleasure. Although the blood of these things was cold, he felt warm in his heart. Seeing that the black and yellow armor was gradually covered with minced meat and blood, he couldn't help but smile under the mask.

He likes enemies who have no fear, will not retreat, and keep coming towards him one after another.

Just stand there and play to your heart's content.

He tried it with his arm armor, but the insect's attack could not break his defense at all, so he stood at the entrance of the cave with no fear, waving the giant sword gracefully.

The doctor immediately went to check the people in the cave.

The person in the cave was just a child, probably a little over ten years old. He had short blond hair and a pale complexion. But unexpectedly, the little mage's eyes were very calm, without any trace of panic.

One of his sleeves was missing, and blood was dripping from one arm, but he didn't seem to feel it and still looked at the new reinforcements calmly.

"Come on, let me bandage you first." Holloway, as a doctor, had regular first aid tools in addition to bullets on his belt. He walked quickly towards the mage, picked up his arm and checked it.

There was a deep wound about fifteen centimeters long on the arm. Fortunately, no bones were damaged and it only needed stitching.

"Thank you. I thought that today, my road would reach its end."

The little mage twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a very unfocused expression. His eyes fell on Holloway's mustache under his eye patch.

The cave is a little damp, some small insects can be vaguely seen moving around, and an unpleasant smell comes from the stone walls.

The doctor smiled awkwardly, what the hell is this? It would be strange for a child of this age to say something like this...

"You are very decisive. I was worried that you wouldn't let us in." The doctor took out a curved needle and performed simple disinfection.

"Because I am a mage and I need to keep calm and think at all times. I know Magic Floating Cloak and I know you from reading the newspaper."

The little mage focused his eyes on Deathstroke's back again, as if he didn't feel anything when Holloway squeezed the wounds together and sutured them with needles.