NOVEL NEXT The Reiki Era of the Powerful
Chapter 211 Come, hurt each other! 1
Chapter 211 Come, hurt each other! 1
Yanluge looked ahead.
A giant figure stood up from among the ruins without knowing when.
In the previous battles, he tore up a lot of pollutants, and caused the flesh and blood of a lot of pollutants to splatter on the walls, the ground, and the ruins.
But now, at some point, those broken bodies gathered together and swelled up at an extremely fast speed, forming a swollen, decayed, huge human figure like a suture monster, about ten meters high, and it is still going on. growing up.
At first glance, it has a human-like appearance, but its form is distorted.
It has faces, but the skin is made up of different people of many colors.
It has limbs, but the limbs are made of hundreds of twisted and twisted human limbs.
It can speak, but the voices it emits come from different people and different personalities.
"Who are you? What are you thinking?" asked a student-like young man in horror.
It was the quarantined people who were killed in the hotel.
A male figure trembled and said, "Monster! There are monsters!"
It is Wang Danian's younger brother, Wang Xiaoliu, the original polluter of Huihe Town.
A young man's voice roared angrily: "I won't believe your words! I am alive and well, how could I be dead?"
He was the polluter in Northwest Base who questioned him.
There are many, many personalities that Yan Luge knows or does not know, remembers or does not remember, but without exception, they are all polluters and victims infected by pseudo-human heterogeneity.
They have been polluted and killed, and their broken personalities have truly become part of the pseudo-human alien species, and they will never be reborn forever.
"Pseudo-human heterogeneity." Yan Lige said in a low voice, "You's mythical ritual is to 'disguise yourself'.
"You pretended so much that I wondered for a moment whether to kill the polluters or just let them live.
"But a fake is a fake. No matter how much you pretend, you are not human.
"Your friend could be killed by you for touching an image from your memory deficit, and your wife could cause a pollution outbreak by mentioning a secret you don't remember.
"You are a monster."
On the huge monster, each face was crying, cursing, or laughing wildly.
"Who are you? Get away from me, get out of here—"
"Let me go, I want to go home, my daughter is still waiting for me..."
"I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"
Those imprisoned avatars howled in the bodies of the pseudo-humans, as if innocent souls were crying.
It looked at Yanluge.
"Kill you," it said.
"Kill you, kill you," it said.
"Kill you, kill you, kill you..."
Thousands of voices sounded together, and finally converged into the same sentence: kill you.
The giant roared and rushed towards Yanlvge.
It has a big body, but its speed is not slow. In the blink of an eye, it has crossed a distance of tens of meters and rushed to Yanlvge.
"The momentum is good, how much is your mythological ceremony completed? 5%? Or 10%?" Yanluge stared at the face of the pseudohuman alien, curled the corners of his mouth, and smiled happily, "You You have to thank me, after all, I contributed to the completion of your ceremony.
"The gang of supernatural beings in the action team can't beat you, and they met the fate of being wiped out by the group.
"But, who gave you the confidence to make you feel that you can deal with me?!"
The half-dragon boy in dark red dragon scales did not hide or dodge, and leaped several times in a row, and without hesitation, he took out the chest of the dummy alien.
The dummy alien roared with countless voices, raised the palm composed of countless hands, and slapped Yanluge.
But Yan Lige is not a vegetarian either, he seems to be jumping like a beast, but when he jumps to the highest point, he suddenly opens his hands and spreads thin film-like wings from his armpits.
Type III membranous wing alienation.
Under the effect of the hang glider, he successfully changed the falling trajectory, adjusted his posture extremely skillfully, avoided the slap, and glided past the dummy's face, whistling a mouthful of dragon flames on the dummy. The faces of different races.
The pseudo-human alien was bewildered and his face was burned, and he howled in pain.
"Mom, help, I'm so scared—"
"Die, you go to die! Die!"
"Go away! I tell you to go away!"
"Go away, go away, go away!"
Amidst that roar, Yan Lvge's figure was suddenly frozen, and flew back like a cannonball.
Yan Lvge adjusted his posture slightly in mid-air, crossed his hands in front of his body, and quickly opened the "air barrier" as a shield to meet the impact at a minimal cost.
His body flew back, rolled several times in the ruins, and then stopped.
Yan Luge shook his dizzy head, flicked his tail, stood up without saying a word, one arm was dangling, obviously dislocated, but he took it back with a blank expression.
In the temptation just now, the dummy alien was covered in his face, and now he is howling in the flames.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"
"Ahhhhhh—help——"
"Stop, stop, stop."
Thousands of different voices sounded at the same time, men, women, old and young, sad or happy, crazy or crazy, came out from the mouths of pseudohumans, like ghosts crying.
And when the dummy was unanimous and said "stop", the bone-eating dragon flame on its face was slowly extinguished.
Just like when it said "Get out", Yan Luge was controlled by an inexplicable force, and it really "Get out".
"Some kind of ability similar to the spirit of speech?" Yan Luge saw some clues, but there was no fear on his face, but he was a little eager to try, "Say a sentence three times, can it have the effect of speech spirit?"
It was actually a confrontation, and he had roughly figured out the ability and strength of the pseudo-human alien.
Yanluge had guessed correctly before that the completion rate of the mythical ceremony of the pseudohuman alien was about 7%.
7%, this is the progress rate of the completion of the mythical ceremony, and it is also the unit of measurement for the strength of the alien.
The higher the degree of completion of the mythical ritual, the closer to the gods, the stronger the alien.
As a heterogeneous species that has completed 7% of the mythical ritual, the pseudohuman heterogeneous species probably has the level of a fourth-order extraordinary person after devouring and merging more than 1000 personalities. Coupled with the corrosiveness of the pollution power, it may only be the peak of the fourth-order Only extraordinary people have the ability to hunt and kill it alone.
It is far superior to Yanluge in strength, but its reaction speed and skill are not as good as Yanluge, like a beast that only relies on instinct.
But even so, it was quite scary.
"No wonder the system gave this task an S grade. This question is beyond the standard." Yan Lvge said sarcasm, but there was no look of fear on his face, but he was a little eager to try.
When he was at the first level, he was able to kill a third-level extraordinary creature and eat it. Now that he is at the second level, how can he be afraid of a top-level fourth-level alien?
The self-healing ability came into play slowly, and the wound on Yanlvge's body slowly stopped bleeding.
"The warm-up exercise is over." Yan Luge raised his head slightly, his face covered with dragon scales showed a smiley expression, and he said to himself to the unknown existence, "I just like The simplest, most direct, and most efficient action, it doesn't matter if it's dangerous, I'm not afraid.
"What's the point of getting me some C-level, D-level, and E-level tasks?
"Too slow, too gentle, too unchallenging, and... so boring! I'm so bored I'm dozing off!
"Your current host is a fighting type.
"As long as it is a battle that can be won in theory, I will win it for you!"
He is Yanluge, the son of the richest man with a good life in modern society, and the strongest extraordinary person who walks thousands of miles alone in the doomsday world.
He has been through countless battles.
He has killed countless people and monsters.
He once stood on the bones and looked down on all living beings until the day they disappeared completely.
Killing is his innate instinct, the blood awakens his silent madness, and the pain will only make him more violent.
Even though he is willing to restrain minions for this world, he is still the bloodthirsty lunatic who dances on the blade all the year round.
He has never been afraid of fighting, and death.
Amidst the scorching flames and the monster's screams, Yanluge laughed loudly, stepped on the hot ground, and rushed up.
(End of this chapter)
Yanluge looked ahead.
A giant figure stood up from among the ruins without knowing when.
In the previous battles, he tore up a lot of pollutants, and caused the flesh and blood of a lot of pollutants to splatter on the walls, the ground, and the ruins.
But now, at some point, those broken bodies gathered together and swelled up at an extremely fast speed, forming a swollen, decayed, huge human figure like a suture monster, about ten meters high, and it is still going on. growing up.
At first glance, it has a human-like appearance, but its form is distorted.
It has faces, but the skin is made up of different people of many colors.
It has limbs, but the limbs are made of hundreds of twisted and twisted human limbs.
It can speak, but the voices it emits come from different people and different personalities.
"Who are you? What are you thinking?" asked a student-like young man in horror.
It was the quarantined people who were killed in the hotel.
A male figure trembled and said, "Monster! There are monsters!"
It is Wang Danian's younger brother, Wang Xiaoliu, the original polluter of Huihe Town.
A young man's voice roared angrily: "I won't believe your words! I am alive and well, how could I be dead?"
He was the polluter in Northwest Base who questioned him.
There are many, many personalities that Yan Luge knows or does not know, remembers or does not remember, but without exception, they are all polluters and victims infected by pseudo-human heterogeneity.
They have been polluted and killed, and their broken personalities have truly become part of the pseudo-human alien species, and they will never be reborn forever.
"Pseudo-human heterogeneity." Yan Lige said in a low voice, "You's mythical ritual is to 'disguise yourself'.
"You pretended so much that I wondered for a moment whether to kill the polluters or just let them live.
"But a fake is a fake. No matter how much you pretend, you are not human.
"Your friend could be killed by you for touching an image from your memory deficit, and your wife could cause a pollution outbreak by mentioning a secret you don't remember.
"You are a monster."
On the huge monster, each face was crying, cursing, or laughing wildly.
"Who are you? Get away from me, get out of here—"
"Let me go, I want to go home, my daughter is still waiting for me..."
"I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"
Those imprisoned avatars howled in the bodies of the pseudo-humans, as if innocent souls were crying.
It looked at Yanluge.
"Kill you," it said.
"Kill you, kill you," it said.
"Kill you, kill you, kill you..."
Thousands of voices sounded together, and finally converged into the same sentence: kill you.
The giant roared and rushed towards Yanlvge.
It has a big body, but its speed is not slow. In the blink of an eye, it has crossed a distance of tens of meters and rushed to Yanlvge.
"The momentum is good, how much is your mythological ceremony completed? 5%? Or 10%?" Yanluge stared at the face of the pseudohuman alien, curled the corners of his mouth, and smiled happily, "You You have to thank me, after all, I contributed to the completion of your ceremony.
"The gang of supernatural beings in the action team can't beat you, and they met the fate of being wiped out by the group.
"But, who gave you the confidence to make you feel that you can deal with me?!"
The half-dragon boy in dark red dragon scales did not hide or dodge, and leaped several times in a row, and without hesitation, he took out the chest of the dummy alien.
The dummy alien roared with countless voices, raised the palm composed of countless hands, and slapped Yanluge.
But Yan Lige is not a vegetarian either, he seems to be jumping like a beast, but when he jumps to the highest point, he suddenly opens his hands and spreads thin film-like wings from his armpits.
Type III membranous wing alienation.
Under the effect of the hang glider, he successfully changed the falling trajectory, adjusted his posture extremely skillfully, avoided the slap, and glided past the dummy's face, whistling a mouthful of dragon flames on the dummy. The faces of different races.
The pseudo-human alien was bewildered and his face was burned, and he howled in pain.
"Mom, help, I'm so scared—"
"Die, you go to die! Die!"
"Go away! I tell you to go away!"
"Go away, go away, go away!"
Amidst that roar, Yan Lvge's figure was suddenly frozen, and flew back like a cannonball.
Yan Lvge adjusted his posture slightly in mid-air, crossed his hands in front of his body, and quickly opened the "air barrier" as a shield to meet the impact at a minimal cost.
His body flew back, rolled several times in the ruins, and then stopped.
Yan Luge shook his dizzy head, flicked his tail, stood up without saying a word, one arm was dangling, obviously dislocated, but he took it back with a blank expression.
In the temptation just now, the dummy alien was covered in his face, and now he is howling in the flames.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"
"Ahhhhhh—help——"
"Stop, stop, stop."
Thousands of different voices sounded at the same time, men, women, old and young, sad or happy, crazy or crazy, came out from the mouths of pseudohumans, like ghosts crying.
And when the dummy was unanimous and said "stop", the bone-eating dragon flame on its face was slowly extinguished.
Just like when it said "Get out", Yan Luge was controlled by an inexplicable force, and it really "Get out".
"Some kind of ability similar to the spirit of speech?" Yan Luge saw some clues, but there was no fear on his face, but he was a little eager to try, "Say a sentence three times, can it have the effect of speech spirit?"
It was actually a confrontation, and he had roughly figured out the ability and strength of the pseudo-human alien.
Yanluge had guessed correctly before that the completion rate of the mythical ceremony of the pseudohuman alien was about 7%.
7%, this is the progress rate of the completion of the mythical ceremony, and it is also the unit of measurement for the strength of the alien.
The higher the degree of completion of the mythical ritual, the closer to the gods, the stronger the alien.
As a heterogeneous species that has completed 7% of the mythical ritual, the pseudohuman heterogeneous species probably has the level of a fourth-order extraordinary person after devouring and merging more than 1000 personalities. Coupled with the corrosiveness of the pollution power, it may only be the peak of the fourth-order Only extraordinary people have the ability to hunt and kill it alone.
It is far superior to Yanluge in strength, but its reaction speed and skill are not as good as Yanluge, like a beast that only relies on instinct.
But even so, it was quite scary.
"No wonder the system gave this task an S grade. This question is beyond the standard." Yan Lvge said sarcasm, but there was no look of fear on his face, but he was a little eager to try.
When he was at the first level, he was able to kill a third-level extraordinary creature and eat it. Now that he is at the second level, how can he be afraid of a top-level fourth-level alien?
The self-healing ability came into play slowly, and the wound on Yanlvge's body slowly stopped bleeding.
"The warm-up exercise is over." Yan Luge raised his head slightly, his face covered with dragon scales showed a smiley expression, and he said to himself to the unknown existence, "I just like The simplest, most direct, and most efficient action, it doesn't matter if it's dangerous, I'm not afraid.
"What's the point of getting me some C-level, D-level, and E-level tasks?
"Too slow, too gentle, too unchallenging, and... so boring! I'm so bored I'm dozing off!
"Your current host is a fighting type.
"As long as it is a battle that can be won in theory, I will win it for you!"
He is Yanluge, the son of the richest man with a good life in modern society, and the strongest extraordinary person who walks thousands of miles alone in the doomsday world.
He has been through countless battles.
He has killed countless people and monsters.
He once stood on the bones and looked down on all living beings until the day they disappeared completely.
Killing is his innate instinct, the blood awakens his silent madness, and the pain will only make him more violent.
Even though he is willing to restrain minions for this world, he is still the bloodthirsty lunatic who dances on the blade all the year round.
He has never been afraid of fighting, and death.
Amidst the scorching flames and the monster's screams, Yanluge laughed loudly, stepped on the hot ground, and rushed up.
(End of this chapter)
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