"Although Marisula is very troublesome and has a particularly strong reproductive capacity. I don't know how many they have reproduced during this period of time." Wilson said calmly and confidently, "But I still have special methods to deal with them."
Although this special method refers to transforming and kicking Marisula as a ball.
"My seniors also encountered Marisula, but they were defeated in the end. In other words, even though their reproductive ability is particularly strong, they are definitely not invincible."
"I will definitely destroy them again."
"I will not let them continue to spread and endanger more lives."
Wilson's tone was extremely determined, and his eyes were shining with an extremely firm and bright light, just like a beacon, dispelling the darkness and leading the way.
The painter was about to say something, but after seeing those bright honey-colored eyes, he couldn't continue to say anything.
Mr. South was extremely persevering and confident, and his perseverance and courage to move forward deeply touched him.
He suddenly realized that the person in front of him was definitely no ordinary being.
Firm, confident and powerful, beneath that frail human body is an extremely dazzling soul.
That dazzling light of confidence is something that no one can ignore.
The painter has seen countless human beings in his life. Many people live a busy and mediocre life, only focusing on some vulgar things. Even their souls are so heavy and vulgar.
Pursuing inspiration and art, he simply cannot tolerate the boring and plain waking world, nor does he want to live with those ignorant ordinary people.
He has only seen such a transcendent spirit in two people in his life, always firm in his will, persevering in implementing his beliefs, so confident, so dazzling.
In addition to Mr. South, there is another person he admires extremely, the outstanding and outstanding human dreamer-Randolph Carter.
Although Mr. South and Carter are very different, they both share a noble spirit.
This may be what outstanding people have in common.
Although he despises those ordinary people, in fact, he is not much different in nature. He cannot move forward as bravely as Mr. South and Randolph Carter.
He is just a painter pursuing this strange thing.
If you continue to follow Mr. South, you will probably be holding him back.
The painter suddenly showed a relieved smile, walked step by step in front of Mr. South, and handed the revolver he carried on his waist to him:
"Then, I leave all this to you, Mr. South."
Mr. South's light yellow pupils under his gold-rimmed glasses showed a little surprise, but he quickly accepted the painter's revolver.
"Don't worry."
Wilson repeated again, although his tone was calm, it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
The painter's uneasy heart also became firmer, and he showed a smile towards Mr. Soth.
Then he turned around and shouted to the ghoul:
"Jiguji, Migu (is gone)."
"Mi Xin (won't you follow along)?"
"Gu (can't)."
Then, the two of them disappeared into the cave they just came from.
The painter took one last look at Mr. South.
Under the dim light, there was only a tiny silhouette of Mr. Soth walking towards the huge stone, but that figure seemed to burst out, lighting up the ground with bright light like the sun.
So small, yet so grand.
This picture was deeply imprinted in the artist's mind.
He firmly believed that Mr. South would be able to do it.
…………
"I quite like that painter."
Wilson couldn't help but talk to his system while heading in the direction of the City of the Guge Giants.
"I feel that he is a real-hearted person and a very cheerful guy. At least he is not like that guy William. In the end, I have to play life and death with him."
"Of course, I also exposed a lot of things in front of him, but I'm not ready to transform into Ultraman directly in front of others."
[As long as the host is happy]
"..."
Wilson twitched the corners of his mouth.
Zhuomu is good at everything, but sometimes he is just too smart, and you can't tell whether he means it literally or if he is mocking you.
He sighed helplessly and changed the topic to the most important thing at the moment:
"Do you think Marisula has not turned into a giant monster now? It would be better if she turned into a monster, but I am worried that it will keep multiplying and spreading... I don't know when it came out and how many babies it has."
[The specific time cannot be determined, but according to the situation mentioned by the ghoul, Marisula probably only appeared in the recent period. Moreover, Marisula's individual has not yet spread to the group of ghouls.
.]
Zhuomu calmly analyzed the current situation.
Wilson nodded slightly, and then Zhuomu continued his analysis: "In other words, the Gug giants may have suffered a disaster, and the nearest ghoul to them has not yet appeared, Marisula."
He breathed a sigh of relief and said in a more relaxed tone: "In other words, Marisula's breeding range is probably in the area of the Gug Giant, and there will not be a situation where the entire dreamland is filled with blue balls."
"This way, the situation seems to be a little better."
[Please host not to be happy too early]
Zhuomu poured a basin of cold water on it.
Wilson was a little speechless, but it still made him feel slightly better.
until……
He walked through the thirty-foot-high stone gate at the front and entered this dead city of ancient giants.
A large number of brightly colored blue balls appeared in his sight. They waved their fluff wantonly under the dim light, revealing a vitality.
Just like a lawn full of flowers, it is full of vitality and beautiful as a dream.
However, buried under them were the mummified corpses of the ancient giants whose original appearance could only be vaguely seen.
Black corpses are scattered all over the streets, but no one cares about them at all. Only the gorgeous blue balls are dotted on them, sucking their life.
No matter how cruel or lofty they are in front of them, they will eventually become nutrients equally.
What a weird scene this is.
Beautiful murderous intent covers the entire city.
Wilson watched all this in almost suffocating silence.
Until finally, a cute little blue ball hit his face.