The moment he regained consciousness, Weier discerned a hint of dangerous sound from the din in the sky.
That was gunfire, real gunfire!
After reacting, she subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, and happened to see a figure wearing an iron cage crossing the crowd and throwing towards the lighthouse.
The next moment, her pupils suddenly dilated, and she discovered that a black and red tentacle was dragging out from under the latter's burqa, and snatched something away from her sister's hand.
…
Standing in the tide again, the result of the smooth progress of the plan made boundless joy rise in my heart.
On the lighthouse in the field of vision, Count Valentine was no different from the others, caught in the hustle and bustle of selflessness.
This time, Crowfeather and Wihler were still not there.
It can be called an unexpected surprise.
After all, unlike last time, sitting in such a conspicuous position with a garish look for so long, the probability that Wihler and the others didn't know about it was extremely slim.
The fact that he didn't come directly to the door for more than a day does not negate this possibility.
After all, in a sensitive period, finding trouble with a demigod in such a conspicuous position almost means giving up the plan.
But not looking for trouble doesn't mean that you don't take any precautions. The scene before you is still a bit unusual.
Are you worried that you have a tacit understanding with the night watcher, and you are trying to attract attention here by pretending to be mysterious, thereby freeing up other people to control the other two places, so that the tide of noise may not rise?
It's not completely impossible, but if you think about it carefully, it is obviously more reasonable to leave one of the two demigods here.
All these thoughts are flowing rapidly in my subconscious.
And the slightest trace of doubt brought about by this, in the face of the joy born from luck, without a trace of resistance, instantly melted away.
At this moment, the state before paying is quite special.
After wearing the headband for more than twenty-four hours, the positive emotions brought about by the achievement of the behavior never stop growing.
The massive amount of positive emotions accumulated in my heart now, and the desire to continue to grow these emotions, are tearing at my will crazily.
For example, there is a huge temptation to "take the initiative" to do anything before paying, including walking.
This is why the pace and rhythm of the steps are extremely strange, because the sense of accomplishment brought by each foot landing will have an impact on the will.
This infinitely growing sweetness will make people completely addicted to it and forget everything at some point - but not now!
The next moment, the giant body that had expanded several times landed on Hamadus' flesh and blood ship again.
While the gray-black talisman was crushed, a silver-white pistol was also thrown away.
The arm, which was mixed with almost nothing black and extremely chaotic oil paint, penetrated directly through the huge mouth, sealing Hamadus's wail within his body.
Visceral attack!
A scene that once appeared in some illusory future is happening again in this hustle and bustle.
And the emotional feedback from taking out a claw and killing the gods with your own hands directly elevates the crazy sweetness to an incredible level.
Stab!
In the dull voice, several spine-like long locks penetrated directly from Fu's front and back, stretching in all directions.
This is not a change based on his will, but a direct drive of the flesh and blood force by the crazy surging desire to kill, which is already a category similar to a knee-jerk reflex.
With this action, Ariel in the field of vision had once again decisively given up on killing, and instead stood on the spot, beginning to guide the content of the twisted tide of noise, striving to make Rohm "arrive" as quickly as possible.
There was no surprise about this, and Fu Qian took out the second claw without hesitation.
With another splash of flesh and blood, above the bone chain penetrating, a wing membrane that seemed to be covered with countless oil paints tore through the flesh and blood, expanding into a wide bat wing.
At the same time, hundreds of black spikes seeped out from various locations on the body surface, growing endlessly.
Visceral critical attack, the third time.
The gift of relief was still not triggered, and the sharp spikes oozing out from the body surface in front of him seemed to have independent wills, each tearing and elongating into different shapes, scrambling to carve up the body.
The same goes for every organ and blood vessel inside the body.
Under the repeated torture, although Hamadus's body was crumbling, it was still barely holding on and was still not completely broken.
At the same time, in the huge ravine caused by the critical attack on the internal organs, the flesh and blood rolled as if boiling, condensing into hexagonal single eyes, and quickly converging into a familiar giant compound eye.
Under the compound eyes, one can even see countless fine black limbs stretching out.
When Hamadus is weakened quickly, the efficiency of transforming into Rom seems to be much faster.
very nice!
Deeply trapped in the blood pool, looking at everything densely surrounding him, he let go of all restrictions in the midst of supreme joy.
TendrilBarrageDevastator!
The next moment, endless tentacles erupted from his body.
Centered on Fu Qian's position, the tentacles struck every angle indiscriminately with an invincible momentum.
Even under the influence of the divine blood curse, the tentacles themselves no longer have that single shape and color.
Holy, chaos, filth, pain... all kinds of power types are intertwined together.
Fu Qian seemed to be able to hear that each tentacle had its own consciousness, tearing itself apart with great excitement, striving to completely annihilate the flesh and blood of the god with the most crazy gestures - three times!
Even the gift of liberation is triggered at the same time.
Sorry, the future you don't accept is now here.
Are you ready?
…
It was like a grenade going off inside a tomato.
Inside the giant ship, with Fu Qian as the center, a terrifying cavity rapidly expanded, destroying everything it encountered and pushing it in all directions.
And the next moment, this giant ship of flesh and blood could no longer hold on.
Bones and flesh were shattered, and blood fell like rain.
The broken will carried on this giant thing finally dissipated completely.
And the certain high-level gaze that had been linked to it also faded away unwillingly in an instant.
Almost at the same time, Ariel in the wind and waves stopped moving, his body turned into flowing light, and he walked away without looking back.
Following his actions, the deafening noise that had been directed halfway suddenly became chaotic, and the various calls were no longer coordinated and even interfered with each other.
In less than ten seconds, the hustle and bustle quickly came to an end and turned into an ordinary roar.
The revelers who were originally immersed in it were like waking up from a dream, each regaining their own will.
However, the excited crowd did not seem to notice much abnormality regarding the changes before and after. After a slight hesitation, the carnival continued.
[The current mission has been completed, number 1-339 was successfully contained]
When the storm suddenly rose and surrounded Fu Qian in the sea, the notification that the containment was successful finally sounded.
And until the scene in front of him became blurry, Fu Qian didn't try to take off his headband.