Roland said as he withdrew the magical power of the sleeping mentor who was surrounding him.
The silver thorn pattern on his forehead melted immediately and disappeared into Roland's skin again. The silver light flickering in the surrounding space also gradually dissipated, and darkness poured out from the corner again, filling this small space again.
submerged.
As a result, everything before Roland's eyes turned into darkness again.
However, for Roland, whose perception has exceeded twenty points, vision is no longer irreplaceable. Everything around him begins to form a transparent frame in Roland's mind.
Snap.
It sounded like mud being thrown to the ground, with a thick and greasy sound.
"Edward", whose movement was blocked by ice spikes, melted away with a snap, and sticky and flexible tentacles like snakes emerged from the mud.
It seemed that he was still wary of Roland, or that he was mentally prepared for Roland - Edward did not pounce directly at the beginning, but stretched out a slender tentacle as thick as a chopstick and tentatively wrapped it around Roland's right wrist.
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Anyway, his vision was blocked by darkness, so Roland simply closed his eyes to strengthen his other senses.
He clearly felt a cold and slippery feeling spreading from the back of his right hand.
Roland subconsciously tensed his right arm. A shallow layer of silver-gray runes flashed across Roland's skin in bits and pieces.
The tentacle seemed to have been struck by electricity. With a crisp popping sound, it was suddenly ejected and froze in the air. It took about three or four seconds for it to recover.
Similar to the outline of Edward's upper body but more than ten times smaller, a mini figure emerged from the tip of the tentacle.
He spread his hands and whispered with complete malice: "Sir Roland, please relax..."
"This way I can't touch you at all."
A sharp and annoying synthesized sound sounded from the tip of the tentacle.
It was a tone similar to Edward's, but sharp and rough. It was reminiscent of the noise of fingernails scraping glass.
Roland just said indifferently: "Come again. I couldn't control it just now... I'm sorry, it's my fault for underestimating how disgusting you are."
"……hehe."
Edward chuckled, shook his head and submerged himself into the large group of amorphous tentacles again.
The next moment, the tentacle no longer hesitated and wrapped directly around Roland's wrist.
At first, it seemed to let Roland get used to it, and it stayed on Roland's wrist for a while.
"This feeling...did you climb up from the sea somewhere?"
Roland laughed in a low voice.
He wasn't exaggerating at all.
The touch of the adult Enemy of Kabbalah can be described as aquatic. However, unlike its appearance, although it has the adsorption power of octopus tentacles, it is much smoother than octopus tentacles - as far as the surface is concerned, it is smoother.
Close to catfish level.
What reminded Roland even more of a catfish was that there was a layer of slippery mucus on the tentacles.
As it stayed on Roland's right hand, the cold and viscous mucus that was constantly secreted gradually spread evenly over the entire back of Roland's hand, dripping onto the ground.
Then, one, two... more and more tentacles came up from Roland's right wrist. The smooth tentacles slowly tightened, and Roland frowned unconsciously.
"You guy... you are unexpectedly disgusting."
Roland exclaimed.
However, Edward did not respond.
In just a moment, Roland's right arm, which was bound to the cross, was swallowed whole by dozens of tentacles. Not only the wrist was bound, but also the forearm to the upper arm were bound together.
The next moment, Roland felt a very slight sting coming from the tips of the index and middle fingers of his right hand. It felt like being sprayed with a wonderful analgesic spray and then being hit by a hospital blood needle.
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...So this mucus has analgesic effect?
Roland understood immediately.
Wait, that's not right...
Almost at the same time, Roland realized something——
If this mucus is for pain relief, then if Roland lets it live in his body, does he have to let this guy crawl all over his body?
Thinking of this, Roland trembled unconsciously.
No, no, no, no, it's too disgusting...
At that moment, Roland thought of many tentacle books circulating on the forum...
……Alas.
Reading a book is a joyful thing, but publishing a book yourself is another matter.
Roland immediately decided to first define the scope of action for this ignorant Twilight Man.
"I told you first, Edward, don't crawl around. Otherwise, I will sing a prayer and kill you."
"...What is random crawling? Give me a certain range."
There is also a hint of helplessness in the sharp synthesized sound.
"First of all, don't get my hair dirty." Roland felt the fingers of his right hand that were numb and swollen due to the excessive influx of blood in a short period of time and his right arm that had been poked open three times in a row, showing an impatient look.
, "You might as well come in directly from the heart. Then pump it throughout my body with the beating of the heart."
Hearing this, "Edward"'s squirming movements stopped for a moment.
It seemed that it finally realized something was wrong in Roland's tone.
"Are you scared?"
Roland's tone was full of disdain.
"Indeed," there was a pause for a few seconds before the sharp synthesized sound sounded again, "I was wondering if you would suddenly chant a prayer when I was halfway in. In that case, it would be very troublesome for me to run away."
"If that were the case, I wouldn't be able to survive."
Roland said angrily: "You came in through my heart. If you feel a crisis, you can control your blood to burst my heart instantly - you can always do this."
"……All right."
Although he felt some uneasiness, "Edward" still chose to act according to his instinct.
What about the chosen ones of the saint? The occupying effect of the enemy of Kabbalah is absolute. As long as it is a pure-blooded human being, it dares to occupy even the pope of the saint.
Just as Roland said - after it enters Roland's heart, no matter what Roland does, it can no longer affect it. This was originally its plan.
However, in order to prevent Roland from becoming vigilant, it originally planned to quickly and gradually use its tentacles to cover Roland's body, first occupying the heart with the part of blood that entered Roland's body.
Since Roland is so confident that he lets it occupy him from the heart, then he is not polite——
The next moment, Roland could feel needles leaving his fingertips.
Then, large tentacles, like snakes, poured in very quickly from Roland's sleeves. Roland felt the touch like steel nails as thick as little fingers piercing into his chest and abdomen, and a large amount of cold liquid was injected.
Once inside the body, the body temperature of the entire person began to drop extremely rapidly.
Afterwards, Roland's consciousness began to become blurred. His limbs gradually became numb, becoming cold and weak.
As large tentacles poured in, Roland's robe was suddenly bulged, as if something was squirming inside.
But the tightness of the robe only lasted for a moment, and then Roland's sleeping embrace slowly deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and completely returned to calm in the fifteenth second after the last sentence was spoken.
Roland's face showed an almost eerie calmness.
The wound on his right hand that was bitten by the enemy of Kabbalah left dark red traces. But the silver-gray light gradually covered it, hiding it bit by bit.
If a third person looks at Roland at this time, he will probably be frightened by Roland.
Starting from Roland's heart, large dark red scars like lava appeared in a radial shape near Roland's heart, then disappeared, and then reappeared - the frequency was like a heartbeat.
At the same time, silver-gray runes were flashing on Roland's body in random order. It felt like the light spots left behind on a mechanical keyboard with flashing keys when someone typed quickly.
However, as long as you stare at it for a while, you can see that there are fewer and fewer dark red scars on Roland's body, while there are more and more silver-gray runes.
This silent stagnation lasted for nearly ten seconds. Then, Roland's face showed a trace of painful struggle.
"You're not..."
The hoarse voice stopped suddenly as soon as it came out of Roland's throat.
Roland twitched suddenly as if he had been shocked by electricity, shook his body, and dropped his head heavily.
Later, when Roland raised his head again, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Ah, yes. I'm not a pure-blooded human... I'm a half-elf."
Roland coughed twice, then raised his head, with a certain light shining in his eyes.
At this moment, a huge mouth suddenly appeared on the dark Embrace of Sleep, and bit Roland's neck.
The sound of gurgling and swallowing blood could be heard faintly in the darkness.
"If I didn't make a mistake in my bet, An Ruosi never mentioned this when he was trading with you from the beginning, right? I'm sorry, I won this round."
The next moment, the Embrace of Sleep, filled with blood, began to slowly deform.
Sharp black spikes pierced out from the activated Embrace of Sleep, cutting the two thick hemp ropes that trapped Roland at the same time.
Then, Roland squatted down and placed his right hand on the shackles. Silver-white sparks shot out from between his fingers.
And his left hand moved in the air, opening the [Plague Nest] that he had never used once since he obtained it. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian