Faye Florsalin was not surprised at all by Judas Priest's slipping behavior——
——Because he is that kind of person.
From ancient times to the present, this greedy parasite has not only inherited the principle of the supremacy of capitalist interests, but also inherited the weakness of the bourgeoisie.
For a moment, Fayi even felt that the imam could kneel down in time, call for help in time, and beg for mercy in time. This in itself is an excellent and outstanding quality of life.
Not many people in this world can change their faces at the speed of light, put down their ridiculous dignity, not care about honor and disgrace, and deny themselves - even if Judas just said that the most terrifying emotion is "shame", according to this statement, at this moment,
Billy Horn is stronger. He can please the violent machine with peace of mind, please the violent machine, and continue to use the violent machine.
There is an old saying in China: He who can bend and stretch is a husband——
——In order to survive, Judas had to take both the best and the dross.
He hugged Billy Horn's thigh, threw away all the majestic demeanor of a priest, and squeezed out a few fake tears from his distorted facial features. Maybe it wasn't fake - it was real.
He was extremely scared and never wanted to be swallowed by the blood eagle.
Although [Tianshi] can resurrect him, how can we say that the other self from the parallel universe is the real self?!
It was just a substitute, a puppet, a puppet created to fulfill the contract. It was the trading partner chosen by the goddess Io.
It does not matter who fills the cauldron of Dagda; what matters is that the cauldron of Dagda must be filled.
"Hero! Help me! Help me! Save me!" Judas was so hungry that his eyes turned blue, but he did not dare to bite Billy Horn's leg. If the true form of the blood donor was exposed, the man in front of him would be full of blood.
A man of superior strength would smash his head - he would die earlier than Blood Eagle.
"Get out of the way." Billy pushed Judas away to prevent this crazy "civilian" from getting in the way.
When he stepped forward, his legs and feet were not very agile, and the callus on his ankle seriously affected his balance, so he could only limp forward.
After fully recovering my vision, I looked out from the cabin door on the dark side of the deck and saw that the blood eagle monster had just climbed up.
Its limbs were not in control, and it was in the same state of disarray as Billy. The flesh and bones that were originally part of the hybrid were broken by the geological hammer, and it had to slowly adapt to the nature of fish, shrimp, and rivers - its movements were also much slower.
In Billy's eyes, the blood eagle's intention was very clear. It wanted to slowly crawl towards the corpses of its companions, eat the stumps and broken arms, and swallow the headless bodies.
"Damn..."
Billy Horn cursed in a low voice, turned back to Judas, and grabbed him fiercely with his big hand.
"Bring it!"
Judas still had Billy's backpack hanging on his shoulders, and he stumbled and fell due to such a pull. His head hit the wooden floor of the cabin, and he gritted his teeth in pain and looked at him with resentment, and a bloody gash was opened on his forehead.
He quickly covered the wound, fearing that the blood-giving monster's super-fast healing ability would be exposed in front of Billy's eyes - he didn't dare to say anything.
"Billy!" Faye asked hurriedly: "Do you want my help?!"
Billy Horn hesitated for a moment, and his eyes became extremely clear.
He never told these two strangers his real name -
——But there is no time to worry about this, he has no extra brain power.
"Stay here, little sister!"
Under the dim light of the cabin, Faye Frosalin's young face, only 21 years old, had a pale complexion with weak vitality, even though her skin was wheat-colored, the bags under her eyes were purple and black, and her stomach was empty.
The holy blood was out of balance, and there were a lot of tiny pimples and measles from the Vita brand crawling up her neck - in Billy's opinion, it was a blessing among misfortunes for this girl to be able to withstand Blood Eagle's spiritual pressure and maintain consciousness.
He took out the rock pick from his backpack. This pick was harder to control than the pickaxe of the geological hammer, but Billy Horn had no other choice.
His expression was solemn, his brows were furrowed and his facial features were distorted. He looked like a bad student who was about to enter the college entrance examination room, but his heart gradually calmed down.
It's not that he gave up, gave up, or completely collapsed. It's that after experiencing the blood eagle's spiritual pressure, his mental attributes were slowly rising, and his will to survive and resistance to spiritual pressure were getting stronger and stronger.
The most terrifying and powerful attack method of these Vita Brand derivatives is the mental damage caused by inspiration pressure.
They can frustrate the fighting will of the officers and soldiers of the regiment, make accurate shooters lose their accuracy, pollute the five senses of Homo sapiens by bursting capillaries, and feed back the damage and perceived pain to the enemy, further weakening human beings.
Killing ability.
Their twisted and deformed heads and limbs make people lose their courage and slowly fall into a state of crazy despair.
Panacea can heal the body, but it cannot cure a heart that is riddled with holes and is filled with fear.
There are very few soldiers who can survive this level. If it is regarded as a test, its fatality rate is too high. The organized group army must use long-distance artillery bombardment to deal with the incarnation butterfly, rather than directly facing the butterfly.
to it.
Once you get close to it and come within thirty meters of a straight line, this kind of mental damage will turn a warrior with full ammunition and superb martial arts into a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Before he knew it, Billy Horn had completed his transformation. He had crossed two or three levels in a row, rising from the pupation stage to the emergence stage - but he didn't know it yet, as he couldn't feel the changes in his spiritual body at all.
He picked up the rock pick and approached the blood eagle monster little by little. His heart rate gradually increased with the increasingly stronger spiritual pressure. The moment he fell into the "deep water zone", the familiar numbness and tingling sensation struck again.
His right arm gradually lost control. The handle of the overly long rock pick was stained with blood and rain, and slipped from his palm. The pick was about to hit the tiger's mouth. At this moment, a ball of emerald green emerged from Billy Horn's shoulder.
of aura.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The raging spiritual fire instantly dried the tattered clothes on his shoulders and neck, and he grabbed the pickaxe with strong arms.
"Ha!" Billy felt excited, his facial features suddenly relaxed, and all the haze was swept away.
The blood eagle monster has crawled to the body of its companion. Its belly has turned into a big mouth, and almost no human form can be seen. After the spine was broken, its material form was mixed with the genes of many oviparous animals, and it became
It is a mass of twisted flesh that is constantly squirming. Its skin becomes softer and more elastic. Six arms grow from the limbs of the torso, but there are no fingers or palms.
It can't find more psychic catalysts, it can't have more "chirality" - it can't delve deeply into the field of human flesh, it can only develop vertically to make itself bigger and increase the efficiency of eating.
Compared with the last time we met for the first time, the spiritual pressure emitted by this blood eagle has not become stronger because it cannot eat human flesh and cannot obtain more spiritual energy resources.
Billy Horn did not hesitate, and swung the pickaxe vigorously according to the point where he hit the old injury last time!
"Pfft!——"
The pickaxe hit his soft waist and opened a bloody wound.
At this moment, Billy Horn heard screams, which came from three places.
Six "mouths" emerged from the wound. They were the fleshy skirts of river oysters squeezing each other, imitating the structure of human vocal cords and emitting high-frequency whistles. It seems that in order to protect this fragile spine, the blood eagle has
Use all your strength.
In the cabin, Fayi covered her head and screamed uncontrollably. She felt like there was a big hole in her stomach, penetrated by a rock pick, and even her intestines were about to be pulled out!
Judas was in pain and held on to the window sill, retching continuously. There was a gurgling sound in his throat, and his mind was on the verge of collapse.
As soon as the pickaxe went down, Billy Horn also felt the phantom pain coming from his abdomen. His face turned pale and he wanted to lift the handle of the pickaxe to continue to expand the wound. His arms became weak and weak, and the severe pain took over again.
of his body.
He just felt incredible - how did the gunsmith teacher bear this kind of pain? How did he do it?
Stay focused! Stay focused!
Billy Horn! Stay focused!
The blood eagle monster was severely injured, but it did not fight back immediately. It hugged the body of its companion with its big mouth and refused to let go.
Its back is facing Billy Horn (if based on the orientation of its head, this mass of flesh and blood can still be called "back"), with two "blood eagle wings" composed of ribs and strips of meat spread out from the back.
Sixteen eyes were slowly drilled out. They evolved into part of the fleshy eyelids and pupils, staring blankly at Billy.
At this moment, Billy's mind was tested again.
He fell into an illusion of disorientation and spatial dislocation, and seemed unable to control the weapon in his hand.
He couldn't feel the distance of space, as if everything had turned into an overlapping two-dimensional and three-dimensional image. The raindrops hit the back of the butterfly, and immediately turned into a flat water splash. The handle of his pickaxe seemed infinite.
It was far away from him, and how to grasp it became a problem.
This is an illusion created by the incarnation butterfly. This blood eagle has eaten part of its companion's essence and slowly evolved towards a complete body.
The thick flesh on both sides of Billy's shoulders and neck burst out with more turbulent and brilliant emerald green aura! He was like a Fudo Ming King! Two balls of flame came out of his eyes!
The spiritual threads gradually twisted into a solid mass, and gradually gathered into the left and right arms, completely lifting the rock pickaxe!
Soon enough, eight bunches of bone fragments gathered in the blood eagle's wings, and the tough muscle fibers were intertwined with each other, and the sharp tawny bone blades were fiercely stabbed at the unscrupulous human warrior!
The sharp weapon passed through his body, and Billy could hardly react at all——
——He had bleeding from his mouth and nose, but instead of flinching, he closed his eyes directly. He couldn't use his eyes to observe the distance, and his vision became a drag, so he simply gave up his eyes!
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[Part2·Standing in the same boat]
The blood eagle wanted to do the same thing, but many pits had appeared on the front half of its body, and the abdominal muscles used for bite had been moved to the "back", gradually forming new flesh and blood spear thorns. Four more fierce stabs,
It penetrated Billy Horn's soft ribs, penetrated into the lungs, and tore the diaphragm.
The monster could feel that this Homo sapiens was getting weaker and weaker. It was reluctant to part with the meat in its mouth, and it wanted to allocate more essence to deal with the sharp weapons behind it, and allocate more muscle segments to deal with this warrior.
Billy Horn held his breath. He couldn't breathe. He could feel these hot strips of meat constantly stretching and stirring inside his body. They were tarsal maggots, capable of expanding and shrinking. The hard bone razor destroyed him again and again.
cardiorespiratory system.
The pain was driving him crazy, and his eyes were gradually covered with bloodshot eyes, but it was so difficult to pull away the pickaxe and swing the weapon again.
"Ah!!! Ah!!!"
He vomited out pieces of dirty blood and let out a shrill scream from his throat.
"Ah!————Ahem!——Ahem!——"
He couldn't suppress his body's instinct, his lungs felt extremely itchy, and the Vita brand penetrated deep into his spinal cord again.
Blood Eagle lowered the warrior's body bit by bit, stabbing the soft flesh with the spear to restrain the powerful body, making Billy slowly kneel down - after losing the advantage of the high point, the pickaxe did not move from the top.
The process of accelerating the force through the two arms also lost most of its lethality.
Billy had no choice but to use his spiritual body to escape. As soon as the two arms made of spiritual threads left the rock pick, new tentacles shot out from the sky!
This is the blood eagle's last bit of strength! It has completely stopped eating——
——The protein-rich shrimp and crab muscles have left its abdominal cavity and no longer ask for the flesh and blood of its companions.
The thick carapace gradually collapsed and collapsed without the traction of flesh and blood. Many shells were loose and fell off from the twisted limbs.
It has used all its strength to kill this enemy.
Billy Horn passed the first hurdle, passed the second hurdle, and seemed about to fall at the third hurdle—
——He has gone very far, but there is no saying that he is destined to be a man of destiny. There is no goddess of luck in this land to favor him. There is no coincidence that changes his destiny. There is no miracle that turns the tide and suddenly bursts out the power of his soul.
If you can continuously overcome the three difficulties of pupation, cocooning and emergence, it is already the end.
Dr. Maguire's superb soul power evolution process also received help from Belloberg, but Billy didn't have the sharp blade of Shirakami at hand to save the situation.
Even if the gunsmith teacher wants to use this kind of scrap metal to deal with the incarnate butterfly, he will have to shed his skin even if he doesn't die.
finished?
Billy Horn's ghostly arms gripped the spear--
——Catch these four fatal attacks aimed at your head!
The pickaxe gradually slipped from his palm. He gritted his teeth and held his breath again. He half-knelt and raised his body, trying to stand up again.
"Hey!! Yeah!!!——"
Use all your brute strength to wrestle with the primary form of this mythical unit.
Pulling and struggling again and again - a full minute passed.
He was in so much pain that he couldn't control his spirit body several times. At the moment when his consciousness was lost, he used his flesh and blood body and his palms to continue the relay, tightly holding the bone spur in front of his forehead and grasping the swollen tendrils of the flesh and blood spear.
As soon as his knees were slightly off the ground, the blood eagle began to drag the spear thorn, causing his center of gravity to move forward, causing his entire body to pounce into the arms of this terrifying monster.
He wanted to use his free hand to pick up the pickaxe, but he felt a terrifying crisp sound of broken bones coming from his heart and lungs.
He was almost desperate - just hoping that Foianini would wake up soon.
A warrior is never alone and should never die alone.
Foianini did not respond to him——
——What responded to him was a pair of rough, brown-skinned palms.
Judas' face was covered in cold sweat. He came to Billy's side unexpectedly and repeatedly confirmed that Billy was still alive——
——He watched for too long in these few minutes that determined life and death. Every time Billy fell into decline, he thought the story was about to end.
But this tough body and this strong soul seem to be jumping in and out repeatedly in front of the gate of the underworld.
The capillaries in Judas's eyes had long since exploded, and he could only see a vague outline struggling in front of another mass of flesh and blood that was constantly twisting and squirming, spraying out blood and exhaling hot breath.
He grabbed the rock pick and knocked it down on the Blood Eagle's back!
The severe pain made Judas lose his mind!
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck your mother!!! Fuck your mother!!!"
Billy Horn yelled, "You hit the wrong place!"
"How do I know where to hit?!" Judas covered his chest and his heart stopped beating for several seconds due to the severe pain.
Billy freed up one of his spirit arms, and it followed the blood eagle's muscle segments to the center of the wings, and touched the seventh spinal joint of the head and neck.
"The transverse foramen of the seventh cervical vertebra is the smallest. See it clearly! See it clearly!"
"It fucking hurts me so much! Damn it!" Judas dragged the rock pick and used ten percent of his strength again!
For a moment——
——The rain and blood on the deck are flying towards the sky.
They lifted Billy's body and floated it in mid-air.
The same was true for Judas. The moment the pickaxe smashed the door of death, the terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly disappeared. He was at a loss. The wind and waves rolled up the passenger ship, causing his body to lose balance and fall to the side of the river.
Billy grabbed Judas' arm tightly, and the two of them hit the hardwood mast first, and then fell back to the deck.
Right now, right now.
Judas could see clearly that among the shadows of the ups and downs of the river, and in the rapid water flowing from the upper reaches of the Wujiang River to Taizhou, there seemed to be many monsters hiding - they were all Fickwood's minions, and they were
The fish-human hybrids in the Laibei government have turned into all kinds of weird blood eagle monsters.
He felt that he was trapped in hell, living in a bloody sacrifice, and the sacrifice was himself.
It won't be long before these monsters come to your door.