No matter how huge the city is, the straight-line distance is always limited, especially for extraordinary species.
In less than a minute, Weisman followed Ronan to the steeple building where the Mercy City branch was located. However, he could not play any role as Ronan had already locked the target from the air.
All he had to do was witness the result with his own eyes.
There had been chaos, but now there was silence on the floor. Several pieces of glass on the exterior wall were broken. The violent storm before had stopped strangely. Only the strange bright moon outside the window shone slantly through the glass exterior wall.
, the more tranquil it becomes.
Ronan had already entered through the crack in the glass of the exterior wall, and Weisman had no choice but to follow.
Soon, he saw a group of ability users headed by Fahd lying on the ground sleeping.
The entire floor was silent, even though there was a figure inside that was still moving, twitching and struggling.
Although it is said to be a human figure, it only maintains a roughly human image.
His face had long been moulded, and his body was mutilated, as if it had been dissolved by strong acid. There were burnt black wounds everywhere, and black smoke was pouring out of them. However, there were countless strips of flesh and blood around him before they had time to escape.
, wrapped in bone fragments, stretched like a net or membrane, and stuck together layer by layer.
They were corroded to pieces in an instant, but they still continued one after another, and it was indeed effective - the foreign flesh and blood quickly overwhelmed the poisonous smoke and was forcibly integrated into the mutilated body.
Next, the mutilated human remains struggled vigorously, blowing up poisonous smoke, and "pushed" them out again.
It doesn't matter, the layers of flesh and blood strips and bone fragments pasted on it show incredible toughness and automatic structure capabilities.
They clung to the already mutilated human body, and following the struggle of the human body and the force of the poisonous smoke, they began to expand outwards, and this "expansion" "stretched" the entire mutilated human body.
.
Yes, it's the kind of pulling and tearing that stretches or even tears bundles of fur, quilts or packages, leaving everything inside exposed.
So much so that the skin, flesh, and bones of the broken human body were broken, and all the internal organs were exposed.
Those strips of flesh and blood continued to attack, but this time they used the soft net to support them, allowing the pouring out heart, liver, spleen, lungs, stomach and intestines to still hang in mid-air and sway gently among the thin films of flesh and blood.
, they continued to distance themselves from each other.
A broken human body was stretched out. When it was first formed, it was about twenty square meters. But when Weisman calmed down, the "tension" between the skin, flesh, bones, and organs continued to act, occupying
The space is getting wider and wider, covering almost a quarter of the floor.
And all this was carried out extremely quietly.
In addition to the friction of flesh and blood, the sound of fusion and tearing was so light and sticky that it seemed as if there were countless tiny insects crawling in human skin and internal organs... Weisman did see those strips of flesh and blood, like living insects, everywhere.
Traveling through the organs.
Even so, the blood vessels, nerves, and fascia between the skin, flesh, and bones seem to have remained basically intact, and they are still twitching in the air, with blood flowing inside, clearly still active.
Ronan was right in front of Weismann, facing the unfolding picture of the human body's divided organs. He reached out and scratched his temples, turning his head and thinking.
Weisman didn't know what Ronan was thinking.
Because as the human body is torn, stretched, and spread out into such an intuitive picture of flesh, blood, and organs, all problems no longer matter.
Even Weismann found parasites that did not belong to this human body.
It was a fleshy tissue about the size of a fist. It looked like a heart at first glance, but the real heart of the human body was right next to it. It was dark red, beating tremblingly, relaxing, and struggling to maintain the already too long blood circulation path.
The abnormal flesh and blood tissue was too dark, with many wrinkles on it, especially the upper end, which looked like a curled up and tightly tied flesh bag. There were some extremely thin tentacles and blood vessels at its corners, which seemed to be used for parasitic implantation.
Used, but now it has been stripped
come down; in addition, there are many holes in the shell, the poisonous mist is sprayed out from here, but now it has been forcibly blocked by strips of flesh and bone and bone fragments, and there is further blending, which seems to promote and replace
Its endogenous tissue completely seals the hole.
The poisonous gas could not be discharged, and the thing was also swelling and shrinking. At its maximum volume, it could expand to six or seven times its original size. Weisman couldn't help but worry that it might explode completely at any time.
Thinking about the seven consecutive "poison bombs" before, this is almost inevitable.
Thinking like this, Weisman subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to remind Ronan.
Before he could speak, Ronan seemed to startle him. He turned around and saw that it was Weisman. He nodded to him and then walked towards the "Full Picture of Flesh and Organs" display area...
Weisman was startled and then realized that Ronan was asking him to follow him?
Just go there?
The Chief Priest Knight of the Order of Justice, who had seen countless strong men in turmoil and disasters, was in a daze and hesitated for a moment.
But he still followed up, and together with Ronan, he walked into the "exhibition hall" built by flesh, blood, nerves, and organs, and it seemed like he was entering a mysterious jungle that was constructed of life tissues but played with life.
When two people passed by, the criss-crossing blood vessels and nerves here, as well as other soft nets and supports that seemed to be made of the same material, seemed to have self-awareness, automatically softening, pulling, and bypassing to make way for them, even if
Weisman was tall and strong, and he didn't need to bend down or lower his head to reach the gray-black flesh bag that continued to expand and contract.
Ronan snapped his fingers, and the hard-working heart on one side, as well as the blood vessels and nerves pulled by it, were greatly "retreated" to be displayed further away, leaving enough space.
Weisman's eyes unconsciously followed the heart, and suddenly he thought of something. He followed the layout of blood vessels and nerves and searched for it. After a few seconds, he found the half-corroded head belonging to this broken human body.
The charred head was hanging in the air. The lower part was cut off at the neck, radiating out delicate nerve bundles. It was twisting and swinging, letting the air flow through the nasal cavity and mouth, and let out, um, a light sound.
Light snoring.
"..."
Immediately afterwards, Weisman heard the lingering sounds of being squeezed, suppressed, and sealed even closer to him.
It was so dull and ethereal that he was so close and had an extraordinary ear, so he could barely hear the desperate screams and moans inside.
There is no doubt that it comes from the gray and black flesh bag, the clone from the "water tank".
It was also at this moment that Weisman realized that the "water tank" must have wanted to blow itself up again, but he couldn't.
Because he has been deeply trapped in the "booth" and "cage" of this life organization, countless flesh, flesh, and bone fragments controlled by Ronan forcibly filled it, fused, and twisted it, turning it into an unknown creation.
This clone is destined to be difficult to escape, because the option of "death" has been temporarily erased in this area.