#645 - No war on the Northern Line (Five)
Biochemical beasts.
Special monster troops of the Island Alliance.
Injecting the adjusted biological catalyst into the bodies of ordinary creatures will allow them to obtain extremely terrifying physical fitness in a short period of time, and transform from ordinary combat beast troops into beast groups that are enough to disperse the battle formation.
The biochemical group of the Island Alliance generally uses cats and canines as their biological blueprints.
Bring these creatures to the battlefield, provide enough food after injection, so that they can develop rapidly in a short period of time... The size of small animals after injection of enhancer will increase by 2-3 times in 10 hours, and the movement speed will be as follows: All strength has been greatly improved.
Hunger, madness driven.
The enhanced biological instinct and excellent physique make the biochemical beast group enough to pose a threat to an entire team.
It is generally not used on the human body.
It is reported that the Island Alliance is developing a special human disposable intensifier injection, and plans to name XX Dragon, so that soldiers can obtain physical fitness at the same level as the Templar in a short period of time.
But no matter how they adjust the proportion of the injection, they cannot let the testers receiving the injection live for a month.
It is theoretically feasible to manufacture strengthening soldiers, but it is not theoretically feasible to manufacture strengthening soldiers.
Life is always instinctively resisting transformation.
But one month is better than biochemical beasts. The enhancer used by biochemical beasts on the battlefield gives them only a lifespan of 48-72 hours.
"Hasn't you killed before?! Why is there still here!"
The centurion pulled out the short spear that pierced the neck of the half-hunter's high hound. The ferocious beast with brown hair immediately began to struggle. The centurion's spear was shifted three inches and pointed it at the heart below its neck. go.
"It's endless! There are so many such things lately..."
In order to test their biological weapons, the Island Alliance always regularly launches these monsters in the control area of the Pioneer Army. On the battlefield, more and more biochemical beast groups are replaced by monster infantry to attack the Pioneer Army's ground fronts.
Biochemical beasts never need to consider lifespan, after all, they survive on average less than an hour after being put on the battlefield.
No lucky person can accept this unnatural gift.
The injection made by the alchemist and the necromancer will be created in one shot, and no matter what creature is, it will not last for three days.
The trouble is that some local creatures will eat the corpses of biochemical beasts and absorb the unexecuted potions into their bodies, becoming more dangerous than other similar ones.
These wild monsters that greedily gnaw on the corpse have become the ultimate lucky ones.
They can naturally grow bigger, stronger and faster.
Continue to cause trouble to the Pioneer Army.
But they themselves are soldiers who are fighting against the existence of alien monsters, so how could they be afraid of such monsters?
"rest in peace."
Another Templar grabbed the attacking deformed hound and slammed it hard on the ground, and the mace hit its head and half of its body into mud.
"rest in peace!"
Turning around, his hand wrapped in iron armor grabbed the head of another deformed hunting dog, and smashed it into the soil with its body.
"Leave!"
His voice was as hoarse as a prayer during a sacrifice, but in a blink of an eye, he wiped out more than half of the deformed hunting dogs in front of him.
The deformed hunting dog, which can easily tear open the arms of an ordinary soldier, was as tender and weak as a little chicken in his hand. It fell to the ground like a pool of tangible rotten meat, and it twitched from time to time because of its strong vitality.
It would be better to say that this is the area they are most familiar with.
Interactions with foreign races do not rely on chanting scriptures, on illusory gods, or on thousands of worship in the church.
But the gun and the hammer.
It is difficult for pagans to communicate, and it is difficult for foreigners to communicate.
And when something is a pagan, a foreign race, a completely different alien from humans.
When you see it, hear its sound, and know its existence.
You can't help but feel disgusted.
Use a gun and a hammer to solve this problem completely.
Hate is an efficient driver of war.
In just a few minutes, only half of the aberrant hounds were left. A hound dog flew around the centurion's back and aimed at his unprepared back.
"careful!"
Meli held the hammer in his hand back, and opened the deformed hunting dog who had attacked the centurion with a beautiful blow. He wanted to help the centurion who fell to the ground, but found that he had already used his waist close to him. The standard short sword that was fighting from a distance was drawn out.
The deformed hunting dog that attacks will be cut open in the moment of flying, and its intestines will be rotten.
Before she could speak, the centurion frowned and angrily scolded her for getting out of here.
"Don't come up! Go back!"
Meli was startled by his tone, and held the scepter in his hand tightly and stood there: "I, I want to help you."
The centurion didn't say anything, but just glared and asked her to return to the back of the front.
The adventurer girl quietly watched the vanguard soldiers slaughtered all the deformed hunting dogs attracted by the bait, watching them pile up the corpses on the ground with mud and cut firewood.
The flames ignited, breaking the deformed hound and the remaining biocatalyst into ashes.
"Before, thank you for saving me."
Meli looked at the soldiers wearing red and white armbands, feeling a little aggrieved and wanted to say something.
She should have been with her teammates to meet the adventurer teammates who were going deep into the trenches, but while collecting nearby information, she was discovered by the green skin hiding in the trenches, and the entire team fled in scattered.
When she retreated, she lost her direction again and encountered these monsters with aberrant tumors growing on her body and her fur fell off and her muscles exposed... She had never seen such a monster before.
Then a gray-clothed soldier equipped with a dagger and a spear and wearing a red and white cross armband walked out of the woods, used the cold weapon in his hands to deal with the aberrant hunting dog that was besieging her within a minute, and then muttered the words "hunting" and put them down Blood bait.
The blood bait attracts the nearby aberrations of the deformed hounds at one time, and then slaughter and burn them in a concentrated manner.
"This will block the spread of the agent...the flames will deal with everything, their kind tells us."
Mellie didn't understand for a moment whether the centurion was talking about whether they were the deformed hounds burning in the flames or something else.
She couldn't understand, and the experiences learned by adventurers did not support her understanding of these things.
If she hadn't encountered these soldiers, she might have turned into a distorted hound's supper.
"Nothing, child." The Templar's hand was placed on Meli's shoulder: "We will not die, and you are different. Before accepting the gift... a little mistake will make our compatriots always come from this world Disappear on."
So stand behind and we will protect you.
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