Chapter 2088 The fierce poison corrodes the body, and the forest and swamp are silent
After releasing all the poisonous psychic power in his body, Hastur returned to the soul butterfly form again. Perhaps there is no way back, or failure means that he will leave sadly. In short, Hastur seems very calm.
No longer irritated, no longer paying attention to everything outside.
The dark soul butterfly was still floating in mid-air, and the sea of fog that was completely condensed by the power of poisonous spiritual energy was like a ferocious beast that devoured space, looking extremely violent.
However, this ferocious beast was powerless against the Dark Soul Butterfly. On the contrary, it looked a little frightened, as if its palm-sized body contained some kind of terrifying thing.
Looking back at Hastur, he is completely indifferent and completely ignores the changes around him. Now he does not have any spiritual power in his body, and it can be said that he is worse than an ordinary beast.
This is also a certain characteristic of the transformation of relics. As the saying goes, "it cannot be established without destruction." Being entangled with the past self is always not a good thing.
Three days later, Hastur, who had calmed down, let out a long breath, and then a black light appeared on the surface of his wings. That look was particularly decisive.
The poisonous mist that originally filled the foggy tidal flats began to slowly pour into Hastur's body. The speed was extremely slow, but there was no sign of stopping.
Although with Hastur's strength, he has already been able to freely control his own spiritual power. But because he has now embarked on his third transformation journey, and the necropolis Philecht Nalantis has exerted great influence on various people,
The amplification effect of the psychic power caused the total amount to far exceed his expectations.
However, Hastur didn't say a word about this, let alone complained about his ill-fated fate. He is the kind of person who either doesn't make a decision or will execute it without hesitation.
On the first day, the poisonous psychic power that was originally missing from Hastur's body had reached saturation. This also heralded his complete recovery.
The next day, more poisonous psychic power invaded Hastur's body, and two lines of blood and tears were seen dripping continuously, and large mouthfuls of blood continued to spurt out from his mouth.
On the third day, Hastur's organs were shattered due to the excessive poisonous psychic power in his body, the blood vessels bulged together, and the frequency of his heart beat became slower and slower.
On the fourth day, the bones in Hastur's body began to break one after another, and all the muscle tissue was completely dissolved by the poisonous psychic power.
On the fifth day, from a biological point of view, Hastur was dead. However, he always floated in the air relying on his belief in "living".
Finally, with a soft sound, the skin burst. Large amounts of poisonous psychic power spurted out, and a new sea of mist instantly formed.
However, compared to a few days ago, this sea of fog now seems to be full of spirituality. The sea of fog no longer disturbs Hastur, but always presents a certain stable state.
It was a small piece of vague black haze, carefully wrapped in the sea of mist, as fragile as a baby. That was the breath of Hastur, and it never disappeared even if the body collapsed.
The Misty Beach fell into deathly silence. Hastur had anticipated various difficulties and obstacles in the journey of transformation, but he did not expect that this would happen.
After all, in essence, the most distinctive feature of a living thing is that it has a physical body. But now Hastur has been reduced to a black mist, but it is not even as good as the ghost in the rumors.
He couldn't make any sound, and Hastur never intended to do that. As long as his consciousness was still clear, he would never compromise and beg for mercy from anyone, even if he was doomed as a result.
Since he has chosen to become an assassin, since he has chosen to assist his companions and to retreat behind the scenes, Hastur should try his best to turn himself into a "transparent person" and hide all his aura as much as possible. After all, assassins usually only
Take one shot and try to kill the enemy in one shot.
It was a heartbreaking pain, so painful that the soul began to tremble slightly. The sea of fog suddenly shrank, and the concentration of the poisonous psychic power reached a certain limit.
And the black haze that had always been in the depths of the sea of fog began to twist and turn. From a sarcoma the size of a bean, to the sarcoma swelling into a heart, to the regeneration of the skeleton and organs, to the patchwork of muscle tissue and skin.
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Antennas that resemble stamens, intact thin wings, and a pair of bright red pupils that seem to be condensed from plasma. The reborn male soul butterfly rises and falls in the sea of fog, and the entire sea of fog begins to flow into it again.
Inside the body, the speed is crazy.
But this time, the male soul butterfly did not "explode and die". On the contrary, it seemed to enjoy it, enjoying the power brought to it by devouring poisonous spiritual energy.
Looking at the poisons in the world, whether they are some poisonous beads that will cause body ulcers if they come into contact with the skin, or some poisonous insects that may seem insignificant, but can actually cause instant death. In fact, they are not the most perfect poisons, at least they all have weaknesses.
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Looking back at the reborn male soul butterfly, it cannot be called sinister. Every organ, every muscle, every inch of bone, every blood vessel, and every drop of tissue fluid contains a huge amount of poisonous spiritual energy.
force.
It can be said that Hastur today is the truly poisonous thing. He completely gave up his body as a living creature and chose to integrate the power of poisonous spiritual energy. This extreme presentation method has never appeared even if it dates back to the ancient magic era.
Yes, even the masters of soul butterflies in the past.
This is Hastur's decisive intention. He uses the power of poison psychic energy to hide himself invisible. If it is supplemented by the shadow technique, it can be said that he is already superior to any assassin, even if he is
Four-Winged Killer (Dark Elf Queen).
But correspondingly, from now on, he can only go to the dark side in one way. He can only trust the power of poisonous spiritual power without reservation, and he can only rely on the power of poisonous spiritual power to get what he wants.
Already.
However, poisonous psychic power is a very rare mutant psychic power. In other words, in this world, even if Hastur can complete his journey of transformation, it can be said to have come to an end.
Moreover, the companions' wish is to start a plane journey one day in the future, but if the dimensional space they arrive at is not ideal and the poisonous psychic power is too weak, then Hastur will stop moving forward.
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But he has no regrets about his decision, nor does he regret giving more glory to his companions, while he retreats out of sight.
Hastur is a very realistic person, similar to Boom in some respects. He feels that fame is dispensable, and living a good life is what he should strive for.
He doesn't care about the world's opinion of himself, let alone boring jobs. He likes to patrol the dead area of the cemetery regularly, likes to wander in the flower pavilion every day, and likes to silently guard the entrance to the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis in the dead of night.
He prefers to barbecue and drink wine with his friend Perseus.
Even though no one in the group of seven dared to provoke him now, if Hastur thought about it, a more powerful enemy would appear one day in the future, and then it would be time to show off, instead of jumping up and down like a clown all day long.
The soul butterfly had no expression, or it could be said that it was difficult for aliens to see through it. In the end, Hastur passed out and fell to the ground for the first time since he started his transformation journey.
The remaining poisonous psychic power collapsed, and the fog sea seemed to have never appeared. The foggy beach was completely restored to its original state, except that the screams of the poisonous insects were missing.
However, Hastur, who fell into a coma, did not enter any dreams again this time. It was a simple deep sleep, a simple removal of all defenses, and a simple disregard of the disturbances in the world.