Chapter 221 The advent of silence (88): the precursor of evolution
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During the short and difficult period of resistance, Laite seemed to see the red wind, but after blinking hard, everything returned to "normal".
This isn't just self-destruction... it's more like punishment for losers.
Laite sighed secretly, suppressing his face and feeling the burning sensation in his hands, he withdrew his tentacles and looked forward.
The body of the killer whale was broken at the waist and divided into two sections, as if it was torn apart with brute force. Along with it, the internal organs of scarlet, ink, and dark green liquid were scattered on the ground, as well as the smell that stimulated the stomach acid to surge.
Laite felt dizzy and retched.
Moreover, the armor on the killer whale's back finally turned into fragments. It was scattered on the ground from smooth and compact objects with a steel-like color, shining with a thin green light, like a coat of arms passed down and refined in ancient times.
An ancient, simple feeling.
Laite, who was briefly bewitched by the "beautiful thing", actually suppressed the feeling of nausea. Stepping on the red liquid on the ground, he quickly stepped forward and wanted to reach out and pick up the "coat of arms".
When his fingertips were about to touch the fragments, they trembled desperately, and then fragmented into pieces, turning into firefly-like existences, floating towards the top of the arena, into the dark and crimson air.
Because of this, Laite suddenly woke up from his semi-consciousness. He didn't bother to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly took a few steps back, with a look of fear on his face.
After all, he only had level 6: inspiration level. If Feng hadn't sacrificed himself on his own initiative, and if he didn't have the mysterious and extraordinary power of the red magic source, and he still hadn't understood the full picture, the one who fell to the ground in the lake of flesh and blood right now would be Laite himself.
Now that the wind has been sacrificed, there will no longer be anyone to guide him in the center of the Silent Highlands, a dangerous, mysterious, but charming and hopeful place.
If what Mr. Peter said in the "Special Restaurant" before, "Nature will find you and take you into the core area of the highlands," was not a lie, Laite will definitely meet him again soon.
But you have to resist the dangers behind.
Laite thought about it, quietly waiting for the situation in the arena to change.
According to common sense, since he has won the gladiatorial battle, he should receive some kind of reward. Even if not, some teleportation array or "person" will appear to guide him and welcome him into the deeper area in the center of the highland.
The development of the facts was as he expected.
Those firefly-like light spots just rose up and gathered together to form the "V" gesture used in Putua culture to describe victory.
Immediately, they slammed into the "Crimson Moon".
Once, twice... a total of thirteen times.
The cracks on the surface of "Crimson Moon" rapidly expanded, extended, and became complicated.
A few seconds later, it shattered into pieces and turned into countless mechanical parts composed of gears, screws, etc., scattered on the ground, and hit the orca's broken, flesh-moulded, messy body.
After a few more seconds, Laite noticed that an orange glow began to appear slightly in the southeast corner.
This kind of light is very soft and full of hope, which is completely different from the depression, urgency, excitement and impulsiveness brought by the "Crimson Moon".
That is the brilliance of morning light, that is the sign of the end of night!
The orange light began to condense and quickly formed into incandescent morning light, which began to tear and devour the black and red sky curtain with all its strength.
Not long after, daylight returned to the sky, and the light shone on everything. Everything in the "Crimson Moon Arena" was shrouded in endless brightness, and the long and arduous night was completely passed!
At the same time, Laite discovered that the twelve majestic and towering stone pillars that had just surrounded the "battle area" began to vibrate.
The hieroglyphics and complex patterns on the surface quickly dimmed after a final blue glow emerged.
Immediately afterwards, the stone pillar slowly escaped into the ground, lifting the siege of the "combat area".
"Is it over?" Laite guessed in surprise, looking around.
Although the surrounding environment and atmosphere had become extremely soft and full of hope, the teleportation array or passage he was expecting still did not appear.
On the contrary, the body of the killer whale in front of him slowly floated up as if in the deep sea, transforming into a chaotic and bright irregular light group.
At this time, an ancient proverb spread in the Western Continent came to his mind:
"When a whale falls, all things come to life."
The death of a huge and powerful creature will bless all weak creatures.
Even though death itself brings a short period of silence, after death comes new prosperity.
Therefore, Laite did not feel afraid and did not make any defensive posture.
This soft ball of light was well-intentioned as Laite expected, and was a reward for his victory in the gladiatorial battle.
Now that the killer whale has come to an end, it is not all things that are nourished, but him alone!
The ball of light first curled inward, showing a dizzying spiral state, and then transformed into rainbow-like energy light strips, which quickly jumped into Laite's body.
In an instant, Laite felt that his brain was clear and clear. His body also felt a strong sense of power, and the muscles all over his body were tight and slightly expanded.
Moreover, he saw an additional branded heraldic pattern on the palms of his hands, depicting a double-headed eagle holding a sunflower in its beak and holding a long-barreled gun in its claws. He simply judged that it should be related to the Crusad Empire and the
Related to "The Daughter of Mechanical Element".
But what surprised him the most was that after the severe headache and pain in his back, he glanced upwards and discovered that a pair of elk-like antlers had grown from his forehead.
Turning his head and looking, he saw a pair of brown, wide, wide wings growing out of his back, and you could see the wings of a bat.
Laite, who was in a state of shock, speculated that these tough, powerful, angular wings should...belong to the dragon clan.