Before she could finish her words, Xia Yibing hugged her.
The latter held her horizontally in his arms, supported her back with his left hand, lifted her knees with his right hand, and ran rapidly in the thick fog with big strides.
Others were also running after him... Hitzfeld was confused.
There was no time to appreciate how soft the thing behind my head was.
She turned her head slightly, and her right eye opened wide again.
Visibility in the fog was very low, but she could still roughly see the outline of the bus.
As she looked, a shadow vaguely appeared above the pale fog.
It was getting bigger and closer.
Gradually it manifested into a huge limb in the shape of a hand.
It fell from top to bottom, and with a "bang" the bus body was crushed underneath.
"..."
Never before had Hitzfeld resented his excellent eyesight as much as he did now.
The car body is about to be crushed, and the metal is broken in the process of being crushed.
Debris and blood spurted out from various gaps and cracks in the car windows.
She saw it all clearly.
This panic lasted less than two seconds, and the next moment it was obscured by thick fog.
But that scene has been forever frozen in her heart.
I will never forget it forever.
……
After running for nearly ten minutes, the team began to slow down.
After coming to his senses, Hitzfeld noticed that Ethan was also being carried by Mu Ke in a princess hug while running next to him.
The scene was funny, but she really couldn't laugh now.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Xia Yibing has started to breathe heavily.
Running at full speed in dense fog with visibility less than two meters is a very dangerous behavior.
This requires extremely high physical strength, reaction speed and agility.
A dark building appeared in front of them. Led by her, the team quickly turned in and began to rest against a wall.
"Cough cough..."
"Huchihuchi..."
Everyone was exhausted. Some elderly people simply fell to the ground and were unable to get up for several minutes.
"……what is that?"
After waiting for Xia Yibing to catch her breath for a while, Hitzfeld came up and asked her.
"The Golem, of course."
Xia Yibing sneered.
"A giant monster formed by countless golem puppets... Haven't you seen it under the car?"
I have seen it.
Hitzfeld was silent for a moment.
But I never thought they could get bigger...
"They're coming for you, Esun Hitzfeld."
Zafira stared at the girl sternly.
"Roadblocks, ambushes... this was a premeditated attack!"
"We are not necessary targets for their revenge! Only you... They must want to capture you and offer you as a sacrifice to the evil god!!"
"It's none of her business."
Ethan frowned.
"Their target is her... Didn't we know this from the beginning? Why are you bringing this up again now? What do you mean?"
"..."
The man with glasses turned his head and stopped talking.
Others who looked over also lowered their heads and took the time to recover and rest.
"Take a head count."
Xia Yibing ignored them and looked up at the shadow of the building.
The head count was completed quickly.
Including Hitzfeld, there were only 23 people left in the entire team. Compared with the team of more than 260 people when it set out, only less than one-tenth of it remained.
Of course, the missing people do not necessarily mean they have died.
According to Ethan's description, during the few minutes that Hitzfeld was trapped under the car, they were ferociously attacked by countless aggregate golems.
The casualties were heavy, and many teams were simply cut off and dispersed.
Coupled with the obstruction of view caused by the thick fog and the inconsistent directions of escape and retreat, there should have been many people who escaped but were unable to contact each other.
But this didn't make Hitzfeld feel any better.
She replayed the scene of the bus being crushed by the giant palm over and over in her mind. Because of her outstanding imagination, the wreckage and blood were even clearer.
I shouldn't have suggested taking the bus.
If so many people were not packed into the bus, they could at least disperse in case of danger, and there would not be such tragic casualties...
She sat against the wall, her legs together and her eyes dull.
I even began to hate myself for having such a weak body.
"Take it."
A wet handkerchief was handed to him.
"Wipe the blood off your face. It's scary."
like a statue.
The handkerchief was violently thrust into her face, squeezing and deforming half of her face.
The sidelong glance is Mu Ke.
"Don't take Zafira's words to heart. He is just good at talking. He knows in his heart that he shouldn't blame you."
He unfolded the handkerchief and held it forward again.
“She’s not going to stop.”
Hitzfeld stared at him.
"Are you still willing to follow her?"
"of course!"
Mu Ke raised his eyebrows wildly.
"We are heroes who are trying to stop the cultists. How can we give up halfway here?"
Hitzfeld half-squinted his right eye and looked at him. Sometimes his face was clear, and sometimes his face became blurred. His sight was focused on the woman not far away who was explaining something to others.
Nightmare...
Yes.
Anyone who is selected to join this department, even if they are just non-staff candidates, should have enough hatred towards evil.
Nightmare... Hatred...
If I must have nightmares to draw strength, what are my nightmares and hatred?
At that moment, Hitzfeld's subconscious mind thought that he would think of the tragic scene he had seen not long ago.
Or maybe that night, the terrifying night spent with the nightmare larva.
But unexpectedly, the first thing that came to her mind was a cemetery.
Tombstones with familiar names engraved on them.
Chapter 68 Nightmare
After resting for a while, the team got ready and set off again.
Having abandoned all means of transportation, we now have to race against time.
"Be optimistic." The girl heard Mu Ke's voice coming from the front, "In that situation, there was no other way but to abandon it, because there was no way to drive through so many obstacles..."
“Is he always this optimistic?” Hitzfeld asked.
"Yes." Ethan replied in the wheelchair.
"When he first came, we all thought he was as taciturn as the previous doctor...but we didn't expect it to be like this..."
"That's good." He smiled naturally with satisfaction, "An optimistic attitude helps prolong our career life..."
The wheelchair he rides in was pieced together by Zafira.
In addition to his sharp tongue, the man with glasses also has very strong hands-on skills. He and several others dismantled three cars to find parts and assembled a simple wheelchair in less than half an hour.
Don't expect it to be too comfortable, but at least you can sit on it and push it with your hands, which is already very precious to Ethan.
"Hitzfeld." Xia Yibing came to find her on the road.
"You said before that you discovered the weaknesses of those monsters? What's going on?"
When the people who were nearby heard this, they couldn't help but turn around and look at the girl.
Some eyes were filled with surprise, while others were filled with disdain.
"There's a heart-like tissue buried deep inside their bodies." Hitzfeld tried his best to ignore those looks and began to explain. "I shot at that time... It seemed that I hit that thing right, and it exploded all of a sudden, and it turned from wood back into its original flesh and blood."
The ink bottle certainly couldn't be explained away, but this matter could be explained away by making up a story.
"Heart?" Xia Yibing nodded doubtfully, "Okay, we'll give it a try if we have a chance..."
She didn't hold out much hope.
Even if what Hitzfeld said was true, it seemed like this could help them save a lot of ammunition - because it would be easier than smashing all the golems' heads.
But if you don't know the exact location of the heart and you shoot randomly and miss it, not only will you not save ammunition, you may even lose your life.
The team moved forward, walking on the dirt road.
Fortunately, it is winter now and it snowed a while ago. The dry air and snow prevented the road from becoming muddy.
But there are side effects as well. If you are not careful and slip while walking on mountain roads, it could be a fatal mistake.
At 10 o'clock in the evening, they had already reached the forest. Xia Yibing asked the girl again about her impression and got the answer that "the destination should not be far away".
Not far indeed.
Hitzfeld remembered clearly that this section of road was less than 5 minutes' drive from where Joseph had parked his car. Once they got there, they only needed to walk for a few dozen minutes - if the secret realm was really not hidden - then they would be able to find the manor by crossing the White Mist River.
Fortunately, there was no fighting along the way.
Except for one unlucky guy who slipped and fell to the next floor and sprained his ankle, the entire team suffered no losses.
"stop--"
Zafira's drawn-out shout came from the front.
Everyone walked to the front, each with a frown on their face.
The road is blocked.
