Soon, other tentacles seemed to be born from the void, drilling out of the twisted and violently fluctuating air, and piercing the body of "Future" one after another.
The group of tentacles did not try to wrap around "Future"'s hands and feet to control them, but instead attempted to directly kill him.
Moreover, Wright noticed that these tentacles would quickly turn black when in contact with the air here, giving off a smell of coke, and soon turn into a paradoxical object like a piece of coal or a decayed but extremely solid object like a dead tree.
"Save...I...save...ah...uh..." "Future" opened his mouth wide, trying desperately to get more oxygen from the air like a greedy beast. His heart was not completely alienated.
The lungs were working hard, and together with the muscles in his chest, which were not very strong, they made a heavy "whirring" sound that contained the sound of death like a pulling bellows.
"Poison? Or something extraordinary?" Wright guessed that these tentacles were not ordinary things, nor ordinary monsters commonly seen, but poisonous things formed during the long-term infection of "ancient" power.
After all, the originally healthy, strong, and powerful "Future", after being penetrated by tentacles through the body, is very much like the central nervous system of the brain losing most of its control over the body in an instant. Otherwise, depending on the strength of "Future", he wants to break free.
These relatively "slender" tentacles are not difficult to create.
Wright naturally wants to help "Future" get out of trouble, but if his body is pierced by these tentacles and affected by poison, he will never have a chance to get out.
Thinking of this, Wright decided to take a half step back, chanting a mantra praising the magic power and ancient power, trying to surge the red magic power that had always been abundant in his body.
Soon, as his lips opened and closed, desperately touching, and uttering word syllables that were difficult for ordinary people to understand, the eight "touches of secret obsession" behind Wright were like dry grass that had been nourished after a long drought, and instantly turned from sluggish.
Sluggishness turned into fullness and strength.
He took a few steps back again, controlled the tentacles that were larger than a human, and smashed at the group of ugly, dirty, and evil dark tentacles.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The "Touch of Darkness" slammed away, and the tentacles that were as hard as steel just now were damaged and broken under the stronger force.
But what makes Wright feel strange is that when these tentacles were first broken, they desperately poured out a light red liquid like red wine, but once they lost control and fell to the ground, or came into contact with the "Touch of Darkness", they instantly
Dark red smoke that "sizzles" rises into the air.
After attacking like this for about five or six times, the controllers of this group of tentacles saw that the sneak attack had failed, so they no longer continued to extend their tentacles from the ripples of air like water, but instead let out a piercing sound that almost threatened to kill them.
A mournful cry that shattered the eardrums, followed by a roar like a wild beast.
"I... smelled a stronger... 'ancient' scent. Mr. Wright, this concentration of smell is something I... have never seen before." "Future" barely regained his composure.
Regardless of the dizziness caused by lack of oxygen, he staggered to Wright's side and said:
"I remembered... I remembered... the information they obtained from the Federal Council... in Choigrad... Kanosk... in Demonic City, and in the 'Bitter Relics'.
"
"Don't be anxious, 'Future', please take a moment, let's deal with the immediate danger before we talk about anything else." Wright comforted "Future", took a step forward, stretched out his hand to hold "Future" into his arms, and gradually expanded it with
The "touch of darkness" that rose up protected both sides of the body, and continued to surge the part of the red magic power that manifested as flames in the body, summoning a side of flames transformed into a shape similar to that used by the Crusaders in the human era.
energy body shield.
The shield appeared in front of him and the "future" like a projection, with a two-headed eagle holding an iris in its mouth and about to soar on its surface "carved".
The rich dark magic power and the aura of "ancient power" will naturally not be ignored by Wright. However, they cannot affect Wright's spirit at all. Even if he is trapped in this "red fantasy ruins" for thirty years,
Wright's spirit is still the same as it was in the Zine Empire, unaffected by any extraordinary power.
It will not be lost, it will not collapse, it will not be crazy, it will not be manic. If you throw away the part of human emotions, no one will be able to judge whether Wright belongs to carbon-based life or silicon-based life.
Wright, who was prepared for a sneak attack, quietly searched for the specific location of the tentacle operators just now, while waiting for the possible "monster" to attack again.
It seems that in such a field filled with "sadness" and "ancient" power, all creatures will become impetuous and lose patience.
The time did not last as long as Wright expected. After only three or four seconds, a moist dark cloud with an earthy smell quickly gathered in the sky.
Less than half a minute later, the condensed dark clouds were like a huge curtain, completely covering the scorching sun that was originally hanging high in the sky and seemed to be eternal. The falling sun caused most of the light to be blocked by the rich darkness.
engulf.
This endless world is not covered by any vegetation. It is shrouded in darkness, as if it is covered with a layer of coal ash. The remaining dead trees show a pitiful and sickly posture. The dark clouds are like ghosts that have long since died, as if they are in the sky.
From the sky, we can see the pitiful creatures struggling in the long night.
Soon, a human-like arm that was larger than the combined size of Light and "Future" emerged from the darkness, mixed with rich water vapor with the smell of blood, and headed towards the "Red Kite Eagle Shield"
Comes with a fierce attack.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The force of the beating was particularly heavy, just like the big guys in the underground boxing arenas under the control of independent armed forces in the Crusad Federation who were eager to win prizes, improve their lives, or satisfy their desires.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Not to be outdone, Wright desperately surged the red magic power in his body to "add bricks and tiles" to the shield, making its surface ignite with a thicker and brighter glow.
The red flames in the surrounding space.
Seeing that the first attack was ineffective, the manipulator behind the scenes continued to wave the giant fist and increased the frequency of bombardments.
Soon, with the bombardment, countless palm-sized flame fragments flew out and fell on the ground, blending with the yellow sand and turning into a pool of extremely solid obsidian.
Since he had to guard against sneak attacks from both sides and could not overdraw the red magic power, Wright did not dare to use all his strength, but barely maintained the existence of the "Red Kite Eagle Shield".
The owner of the giant hand seemed to understand Wright's thoughts. Finally, under a roar mixed with lightning, a layer of frightening dark flames appeared on the surface of the giant hand, as powerful as a pile driver.
The strength finally shattered the "Eagle Shield of the Red Kite".
Fortunately, Wright knew the power of the "shield" well. At the moment when the fatal punch was about to hit his head, he picked up the still semi-dizzied "Future" and jumped into the air, flying through the air nearly 10 meters high.
A beautiful fiery red parabola landed steadily on a dry river bed twenty meters away.
And just at this moment, the broken flame remnants of the "Eagle Shield of the Red Kite" flew away in all directions, dispelling more than half of the dark clouds overhead, and at the same time revealed the true identity of the "monster" hidden behind the scenes who was controlling everything.
The first second he saw the monster, Wright would never believe that such an ugly existence existed in the world.
This monster is indeed huge, about 30 meters tall, but its whole body is like a pile of worthless meat that has been forcibly and disorderly spliced together from most of the ugly and disgusting things known to mankind.
.
Yes, this monster overall looks like a meat ball composed of the meat of various creatures, but it is not a furry and cute round hedgehog, but a complete ball of squirming meat.
There is indeed a lot of skin tissue on the surface of these meats, but some are like humans, some are like "direwolves", some are like bears, and some are like old meat that has just been thawed in the refrigerator or cold cellar, without exception.
, both look like after removing the hair.
However, these pieces of meat are squirming, constantly changing their positions on the body. They seem to be infected with some kind of bacteria, and there are many concave crater-like wounds on the surface, with red blood flowing outward.
A rancid liquid intertwined with milky white.
Supporting the movement of these meats are four completely different strong limbs. One is like a tree, one is like steel, one is like a beast, and one is like a human being. They are spliced to the body in completely random ways that humans cannot imagine.
, but it can strangely maintain its ability to move fairly quickly.
What is even more difficult to understand is that there are two spreading black wings above the meat ball. If the darkness covers most parts of the body of the meat ball, leaving only two wings, then people can still misunderstand it.
I thought it was a dragon clan.
But in fact, these dragon-like wings cannot be closed, because there are two machine gun barrels forcibly installed on their surface, and one in the middle is similar to the newly engraved "Hyacinth" artillery of the Cruzeid Federation.
Huge barrel.
The tentacles just now seemed to extend straight out of the fleshy sphere, and the huge fist, perhaps its fifth limb, disappeared together with it in the sudden rise when it broke the "Eagle Shield of the Red Kite".
In the flames, it turned into a pool of pus and blood that could drown the relatively weak body of Wright or "Future".
"What I want to tell you is... Mr. Wright... 'Plamini', the Lord of Eternal Red, once he dies here... he will... not really die. 'Divinity' will degenerate.
The 'breath of mutation' and the 'ancient power' will make him a monster." "Future" reminded:
"The speed of time in the palace hall just now is only one-thirteenth of that here, and the speed of time here is one-2,000th of that of the outside world. Any being, even a god, who exists here for hundreds of years will destroy his heart.
Became a complete monster. In the old empire's information, it was called 'Plamini's Sorrow'."