208: Chapter 208 The Inner World

The medics of the Logistics Team reacted quickly, jogging with a stretcher and carefully lifting Zhao Meng onto the ambulance.

After a preliminary examination, there were dozens of surgical knife wounds of various sizes on Zhao Meng's body.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have died from excessive blood loss long ago.

Fortunately, his physical constitution was incredibly formidable under the bonuses of various attributes, and he managed to keep breathing.

On the other side, looking at the dozen or so Flesh-faced Nurses tied up with ropes like pieces of art, Lu Yuan poked half his body out of the red wolf heavy tank and couldn't help but exclaim repeatedly.

"Zhao Meng... you son of a bitch, you really are a talent!"

This complex and magnificent old-world rope art really couldn't be pulled off without some special research.

"Don't look!"

Xia Li had approached at some point with a flushed face, her small, warm hands directly covering Lu Yuan's eyes. She bit her red lip, her small mouth pouting high, her eyes filled with shame, anger, and vigilance.

Lu Yuan looked speechless and pulled her small hands away. "Hey! My fetishes aren't that perverted. Are you treating me like a thief?"

Xia Li snorted softly and turned her head away. "Stinky man, your eyes were staring straight just now. Do you think I couldn't tell?"

Lu Yuan loudly protested his innocence. "I was just appreciating Zhao Meng's rope art from an academic perspective!" "But... rope art, what normal man doesn't love that?"

Hearing this honest truth, Xia Li's pretty face turned completely red instantly. A wave of heat rose again from the depths of her heart.

Under the inducement of this thick mist, she felt that the desires she had finally suppressed were showing signs of spiraling out of control again. No, no, Xia Li, sober up!

She shook her head violently, forcibly throwing those strange thoughts out of her mind. Seeing this, Lu Yuan naturally noticed her abnormality and quickly took the opportunity to change the subject.

If he kept teasing her, and this Ice Mountain Queen really went into heat in the vehicle, the agonizing pain from the Divine Mark backlash would torture her again.

"Lin Zihao!" Lu Yuan pressed the communication button and ordered sternly. "Take all of these dozen or so monsters into custody and bring them to the research vehicle in the rear."

"Arrange a few... uh, women with normal fetishes to draw blood and test them. See what exactly the reorganization principle of these monsters is."

Lu Yuan emphasized, "Tell everyone to be careful and supervise each other. Don't get mentally corrupted in the thick mist again, damn it!"

Lin Zihao's voice, suppressing laughter, came through the communicator. "Don't worry, Boss! Leave this to me; I'll definitely find the most serious sisters to handle it!"

After a brief rest, the 300,000-strong Red Wolf Army, having reorganized their defensive lines, set off again. The army cautiously advanced slowly toward the central area of the city.

The mist here was even thicker than on the outskirts. Even the high-power searchlights on the roofs of the vehicles could only penetrate two or three meters, and beyond that, it was a suffocating, deathly white.

The strange phenomena on the outskirts were already this dangerous; there was no telling what was hidden in the city center.

As the army penetrated deeper, the cold wind of the wasteland wove through the abandoned buildings, emitting sharp, whistling sounds.

Within the mist, various classic old-world psychological horror elements began to appear frequently.

Inside an abandoned car on the side of the road, a long-rusted radio suddenly emitted a harsh, crackling static sound without anyone touching it. "Ssh... Ssh..."

The sound seemed particularly eerie on the deathly silent street. Furthermore, from the pitch-black windows of the surrounding buildings, the faint, lingering sound of a woman crying could be heard from time to time—resentful, cold, and hair-raising.

On the walls, rows of dark red blood handprints could be seen everywhere, extending deep into the darkness. All the Red Wolf Players following behind felt their scalps tingling.

If they had encountered zombies or abyss monsters with blades and guns, they would have long since screamed and charged up to hack them to death. But this kind of silent, heart-piercing psychological horror, along with the figures that flashed by the edge of the mist like ghosts from time to time, was what truly tortured people's nerves.

Even thick-nerved strong men couldn't help but sweat in their palms at this moment, gripping their weapons tightly.

Half an hour later, the leading war vehicle finally passed through this silent district and stopped in front of the ruins of a grand but long-dilapidated old-world grand theater.

Just as everyone was preparing to stand guard in place, "Woo—!" "Woo—!" A shrill, dull, and oppressive air-raid siren echoed crazily over the entire city of silence without warning!

The siren sounded like the dying wail of an ancient beast, shaking the rubble on the buildings so that it fell down in a patter.

"Watch out! Something is wrong!" Xia Li stood up abruptly, staring intently outside the vehicle window.

As the siren continued to echo, the originally pale, thick mist around them rapidly deepened at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few seconds, the mist turned into a glaring dark red, like a thick, inseparable blood mist!

The mutation didn't stop there. The gray-white plaster on the walls of the theater building and surrounding structures began to peel and weather crazily. It revealed the long-rusted black barbed wire beneath the plaster, as well as clumps of dark red flesh tissue that were constantly writhing and emitting a pungent smell of blood!

The entire city seemed to have been skinned in an instant, revealing its most disgusting and terrifying true internal organs. The Otherworld had descended.

"Boom..." From the depths of the blood-red mist, a heavy, dry metallic clanking sound suddenly came. Accompanying it was the hair-raising sound of chains being dragged. "Clatter... Clatter..."

The iron chains rubbed against the mottled barbed wire, and every ring seemed to strike directly and heavily against everyone's hearts.

The red mist began to roll to both sides. A massive, giant shadow three meters tall slowly walked out from the depths of the blood mist.

On the giant shadow's head was an exaggerated, almost twisted, giant inverted triangular iron helmet, covered in rust. In his hand, he was dragging a rusted, giant heavy sword that was taller than a person and as wide as a door slab.

Iron chains were wrapped around his thighs and wrists, emitting cold, crisp sounds with every step he took. Pyramid Head!

That heavy, suffocating pressure of death made many players in the rear unable to catch their breath, even from over a hundred meters away.

However, inside the cockpit of the red wolf heavy tank, Lu Yuan stared intently at the huge red dot on the holographic screen and the incredibly thick, blood-red health bar above the opponent's head.

His originally somewhat tense expression vanished instantly. Lu Yuan's eyes lit up like two large light bulbs, and he even smacked his lips in excitement.

"Holy crap... finally, a big guy with a health bar has arrived!"