Men are running wildly.

There is no saving body, nor is there any magic to clean up the traces of action as is trained, as the literal meaning is, there is no clear direction, just to run away from the nightmarish existence behind him.

Those things are out-and-out nightmares.

It has a more uncertain appearance than mollusks, and after playing with the creatures it touches at will, it pulls it into its body and fuses it, and it will not die with a knife, and it will come back after a while when it is frozen, and it will become more stealthy and cunning.

Although the tentacles and humanoid aliens were difficult to deal with, their tactics were very monotonous, without any coordination or tactical planning, just like death squads crowded in a narrow sewer, facing the attack straight and straight, not hiding or spreading at all, and finally all the guides were frozen. But the new form after that is completely different, changing the color and shape of the body, consistent with the surroundings, quietly ambushing. After that, the mobile force is formed to lead the target into the trap area with a series of pursuits and retreats, and suddenly jumps out to merge and assimilate with the prey......

What could describe the sudden scenery of purgatory but the nightmare?

The Richelieu spies have undergone rigorous training, and after a brutal elimination, the remaining indecent skills or loyalty are the best choice, otherwise they will not be put in the base camp of the sworn enemy Walsingham to carry out the mission. But they are human beings after all, living, wounded, bleeding, painful, and fearful, and when the despair of reality overwhelms the ability to bear it, they will also collapse.

It doesn't matter what his tasks are, and what loyalty he has. He just wanted to get out of this hell, this trap as soon as possible.

Crossing the railing of the broken estuary. The man jumped into the Thames, and despite the extreme fear, he did not make the mistake of swimming in the water with a temperature of less than 10°C. Regardless of the amount of bacteria in the water exceeding the standard, swimming in cold water will lead to a rapid drop in body temperature and eventually not within a safe range, and you will drown due to spasms and exhaustion.

"Protect us from the walls of trials and scourges, and follow the sacred covenant to stand tall in all directions!"

The "Mobile Walled City" was launched.

The pale green glowing cube surrounds the spy, and the "mobile walled" is used to ensure sufficient air by using the high-density shielding defense technique. It is safe to sneak at the bottom of the river. In case those monsters learn to swim and catch up from behind, this wall of magic will be enough to resist.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and my waist, which had been rigid, was also loosened. The moment when the line of sight changes. A black lumpy object emerges from a dead end of the reef.

It looks like a humanoid silhouette skeleton. But it is not as well-proportioned as the human body, and the black mass is full of smooth arc lines all over the body, and there is no neck. The head sank into a stocky body, and its drooping wrists bore no resemblance to the palm of a human hand, but rather to the crustacean chelates.

"That's ...... What the hell?"

The Spy rubbed his eyes to see what the alien demon was, and at that moment, the "mobile walled city" that had created a safe area suddenly burst and disappeared like a soap bubble. The air that was no longer restrained rose rapidly, and in a hurry, he used his hands and feet together, trying to surface for ventilation, but the man's feet were pulled by "something", and he couldn't wait for the bubbles in his mouth to be spit out because of fright, the hook claws pierced through the chest, and the electrified blade emitted a high heat to roast the heart, lungs, and internal organs, and with a forceful flick, the pitch-black flesh and the motionless man sank to the bottom of the river.

The one eye of the demon's head in the water flashed, and the body, the UMDS-37 "Cetus", signaled "target solution" to its companions, and its whole body was painted in the special black that symbolized the pro-guard, and the latest amphibious MDS of the Alfheim Defense Force stopped releasing interference particles, swinging its two-legged frog flippers, and moving towards a new lurking location in conjunction with the water sprayed from the backpack on its back.

As the culmination of a series of prototype amphibious MDS of the Defense Force Navy, it adheres to the core design idea of high generality and develops a mass-produced model with the main model Kenpa - Setus. In addition to inheriting the advantages of various previous trial machines, the amphibious combat capability has been further strengthened. In addition to the assault rifle in the water and the high-heat combat dagger, the weapons that can be held in both hands can also be equipped with the "powerful liquid oxygen torpedo" that will be put into production. In addition, the waterproof backpack on the back can be used to store various individual weapons in the Wehrmacht Army, such as these Pro-Guardsman machines, which have submachine guns, assault rifles, or general-purpose machine guns in them.

Originally, this type of aircraft was used for beach-grabbing landings or amphibious assaults, relying on good underwater navigation capabilities to cross shallow seas that large ships cannot approach, and launch attacks on the beachhead. Or make your way through close surveillance and launch a surprise attack on the enemy's harbor. Right now, they're doing hyena-like cleaning.

Defend the exit of the sewers leading to the Thames from Lundinium, and clear the escapees from it, leaving no one alive. Wait for the signal of the consul, and after meeting with it, break away from Rundinium along the predetermined route.

Whether it's the performance of the Setters or the ability of the pro-guards, it seems to be a bit of a fuss to carry out these tasks.

What's more, the consul was on the front line in this battle.

Among the defense forces and the personal guards, there is a battlefield myth that "if the consul goes into battle, his subordinates will not be able to achieve results". There are also many people who say that with today's Alfheim's military strength and status as an archon, Li Lin no longer has to work hard to go to the battlefield, so that ambitious officers can have more opportunities to get promotions and medals. Some even think that if the Guards have nothing to do, then they are not needed at all, and they should be eliminated and the budget should be put into what is more needed.

In the eyes of the pro-guards, those who say such crazy things either have ulterior motives or are fearless and ignorant.

Those fellows don't want to think about any king like his own big boss, who has to face the most dangerous geopolitical environment and endless situations in the world? Let them face those situations themselves, learn to swallow a dagger and live a life, so as to cure the problem of indiscriminate use of cannons.

With sufficient intelligence support, with the strength and equipment of the pro-guards, it is not impossible to take down this group of armed spies in a short period of time, but in this way, it may not be possible to achieve the goal of maximizing benefits, and it is easy to increase the chances of the other party escaping in the intricate sewers. As it is now, blocking the other pipes, leaving only one escape route, and then waiting for the rabbit to stay there.

To do this, you can't invest too much combat power, and you can only rely on the consuls.

What's more-

"That guy should have gone in too, it's been like this since the beginning, and when people are in trouble, they will help me regardless of whether they are in trouble. Even if the other party wants to frame him and plan to use him, he will not hesitate to reach out. This is especially true if the other party is a woman. ”

Staring at the bottomless sewers, Caspar smiled bitterly to himself, and despite the lack of any intelligence verification, with years of knowledge and a little intuition, he was sure what his childhood friend and rival would do now.

He was sure and didn't doubt it. After all, he himself was saved by the kindness of a promiscuous man.

Caspar didn't hate that kindness, although as they grew older, their relationship with each other was a little more distant than when they were children, but Caspar felt from the bottom of his heart that such a silly Roland was very dazzling.

-- It's like the sun.

"Don't do anything stupid, and don't disobey the adult, or I'll—"

Taking a deep breath, the cold texture of the metal penetrated deep into the bones, and the body and mind were once again integrated with the out-of-specification trial model on the body, and the sewer outlet was stared at.

A little sunlight pierced through the river, illuminating the MDS suspended in the water with its limbs outstretched, and the body of the half-blood boy was wrapped in a straight line of magic mechs that were very different from those of the Situs, and the body was painted in pitch black, but it seemed that even the light was going to swallow the light, and the luster concentration was greater than that of other mechs. Bathed in a little sunlight and exuding a little violent aura, the head of the pitch-black body stretched out a single horn, which shimmered with golden light from time to time.

That posture, that shape, is like a certain exclusive MDS.

A black ...... Unicorn. (To be continued......)