Deep in the Living

Chapter 298 Encounter
Gah!
The crows gathered outside the city wall, and the black horse they formed no longer wore a jaw-splitting device, and no longer had any metal related to the Order attached to its body.

It is more like the original raven colt that was originally sent to the Chaos Hive, and more like a mount for evil play.

An individual covered in a dark robe came to the side of the Crow Horse.

He was also holding a large, heavy bag of goods in his hands. Through the leather bag, one could faintly see a light green luster and protrusions similar to crystal minerals.

Gaga~
Not only was the Crow Colt making cawing sounds, but there were also faint cawing sounds coming from the man's hood.

Although this person has a human face hidden under his hood, there are no eyeballs between the eye sockets. Instead, there are crow heads instead.

No need to doubt.

Whether it is the crow from the dark side of hell, or the image of this person and the aura he exudes, they all point to a force called [Evil Play].

After hanging the heavy crystal cargo on the side of the horse,

The man mounted the horse, holding the rat-tail-like reins, and headed quickly inland.

And the direction he is heading will pass through a special swamp.

……

【Five minutes ago, hotel suite】

When Rody activated the camouflage feature that the squad leader had left in his brain, a scent belonging to an insect immediately emanated, and even the crow began to cackle, as if it could not recognize its master.

Both Agatha and Karen, who had just joined the team, showed vigilant expressions.

“Is this… a play?

It's not an illusion, but your physical essence has really changed. Rody, is this the corner disguise ability in your story?"

In response to Agatha's question, Rody, whose eyeballs were replaced by a crow head, nodded.

"It was a friend who taught me how to disguise myself. As long as I have personally come into contact with an individual, I can roughly disguise myself to look like him. Of course, it is only a superficial disguise, far inferior to that of my friend.

The inspiration for the current image comes from the demon slaves I killed at the Spine Recruiting Ground. It matches the Crow Pony pretty well, so it should be okay, right?"

Agatha went straight to the point and gently touched Rody's face and the crow's head between his eye sockets.

“I was almost fooled at first sight, let alone other people who haven’t seen you.

Although there are flaws if you look closely, but when combined with a creature from the dark side of hell like the Crow, it will definitely mistake you for a mischievous bug when you first meet it, and it may really lure Corleone out.

Is it possible to teach someone to change their disguise to this level? Who is so amazing? Is he your teacher among the humans? "

"She just left a part of me."

"She? Could it be... the class monitor? I guessed wrong, the class monitor must be very good at disguise!"

"talk about it later."

"it is good!"

Agatha's expectations for the story went beyond her job as a nun, and she had even begun to imagine what would happen next.

"By the way, if I stay in the city and wait, what about Karen?"

"He doesn't need to disguise himself, or he is a good disguise.

A bug that comes across the sea by boat will have something on it, right? It's reasonable for me to bring a large bag of magical crystals that contain the essence of life."

……

【Deepwater Swamp】

Muddy puddles were interspersed with black silt, a dense green carpet of dead leaves and algae floated on the water's surface, and humus deposited in rust-colored ripples.

There may be hidden pits under the seemingly solid grassland, and one wrong step may swallow you up in an instant.

If you want to travel the shortest distance from the port to the Scorched Earth Plain, you must pass through this swamp. For this reason, the Tumor People in the port paved the road here a long time ago.

It is not a very troublesome project. All we have to do is throw the large hard lumps that have grown and the garbage aggregates produced when degrading marine pollution directly into the swamp.

People come here to throw some garbage every day, and gradually it piles up to form a road.

This was Rody's destination. This swamp was the place where the most crimes were committed. A total of eight insects were attacked and disappeared here.

The Crow's speed is slightly slowed down when stepping into swampy areas.

Rodion was unable to wear a jaw-splitting device due to the need for camouflage, so he could only reduce his breathing rate to minimize the amount of pathogenic spores inhaled into his body.

After walking in the swamp for a full ten minutes, they did not notice anything unusual, and Rody's tongue did not show any tendency to tap.

We have arrived at the depths of the swamp.

There are fewer and fewer roads available for walking here, and gradually there is only one road.

The black hooves of the crow colt finally stopped, not because of danger, but because the only road ahead had come to an end.

"Dead end?" It seemed as if we had arrived at the center of a lake. There were no plants at all, only a dark and smelly swamp.

Now I can only turn back and return to the previous fork in the road to choose a new path.

Just as Rody turned his horse's head,
The spine connected to the tongue moves gently in the mouth, as if it is about to slap.

I don't know when,

A thick fog that did not belong to fungi rose from the swamp, limiting vision to twenty meters.

Rody could have activated the photography mode in the coat room, but the coat had been modified by the monastery, and once activated, metal structures would grow out from around the eye sockets, easily exposing the monk's identity.

He could only maintain normal observation with his naked eyes, and then placed his palm on the back of the crow's head.

Gajigaji~
Some kind of grey tentacle inserted into it, and the crow colt spat out a somewhat different crow from its body, with some of its feathers dyed grey, and it quickly flew into the mist in front of it.

Unexpectedly, not long after it flew into the fog, the crow began to tremble and neigh slightly, indicating that the crow had been killed.

The gray color that Rody buried in the crow's body failed to mark any existence, as if it was cut directly in half by an unrelated long-range weapon.

at the same time,

A human silhouette appeared in the thick fog, blocking the only road.

"Are you here?"

Rody was secretly delighted but also a little nervous.

Although he had not yet seen the other person's appearance clearly, nor had he been able to sense the specific characteristics displayed, Rody's intuition had already labeled the other person.

"Very dangerous"

Rody slid one hand between his clothes to touch the metal stick, but stopped when it reached his pocket.

At present, the opponent's true identity has not been confirmed, and there has been no direct contact or marking of the opponent. Once the metal related to the monastery is knocked, the opponent will most likely give up hunting and run away.

call……

Rody didn't strike the metal in the end, but continued to pretend.

He got off the horse and let the crow colt transform into its true form, which he put into his clothes and even buried between his flesh.

After more than ten days of traveling, Roddy regarded the Crow Colt as an important companion, and a companion that needed to be brought back to Earth.

As for the larger bag of crystal cargo, it was hung on the back like a schoolbag via shoulder straps.

bass!
The butcher knife was held in his hand, and the handle was decorated with crow feathers.

The crow head between Rody's eye sockets kept making hissing sounds, and he took the initiative to walk towards the black shadow in the thick fog, while the other party approached him at the same speed.

A crow-like voice came out of Rody's mouth:

"I've heard of you... the exiled spine who specializes in killing evil play. I didn't expect to meet you here. Do you dare to hunt even a being like me who rides a crow horse as a mount?"

Unexpectedly, the words just fell.

The tongue that had been moving slightly in the mouth suddenly clicked.
Rody even saw the scene of himself being beheaded for a moment. He felt a cold sensation on his neck. Even though his head had not fallen off yet, his consciousness thought that it was about to fall off.

"what!"

Rodin's hidden spine was activated instinctively, urging his arms to move, and he immediately took out the butcher knife to block his neck.

Ding!
A strong metallic sound spread out, and huge ripples spread through the swamp.

At the same time, there were also slight pig screams that quickly faded away.

The butcher knife, which already had a crack, was completely broken by the impact just now, and the pituitary gland and the knife body itself that were integrated into it were completely shattered and could not be repaired.

Even so, he was unable to completely block the opponent's attack. Rody's neck was partially scratched, almost cutting into his trachea.

His body flew backwards due to the impact, and he flew more than twenty meters before falling into the mud.

Plop! Sticky, fungus-filled mud splashed up.

It seemed as if the deep swamp with a certain life began to devour Rody quickly after sensing the living thing, trying to completely wrap up Rody, invade the plague, digest it internally and turn it into nutrition here.

Rody did not struggle, but sank down on his own initiative.

In the current situation, if we escape from the swamp, we will be killed by the enemy even faster.

It would be better to sink into the quagmire. The lung capacity of Rody's tough body is probably enough for him to hold his breath for ten minutes, and the clothes on his body can also resist the invasion of the plague to a certain extent.

The characteristics of clothing are also activated.
A metal-structured camera eye grows directly from around Roddy's eye sockets, covering both eyeballs and unaffected by the quagmire, allowing it to see the situation in the quagmire to a great extent.

As his body continued to sink, Rody vaguely saw that there seemed to be something at the bottom of the quagmire.

(End of this chapter)