Clark felt that his body was in better shape than ever before. Some kind of thick and long tentacles stretched out from his lower abdomen and inserted into the ceiling, fixing him on it. But in Clark's view, this was just a part of evolution.
But if Herzog were still alive, seeing Clark's appearance, he would definitely think of those creatures infected by the flesh and blood of the next generation. Their desires became pure, leaving only eating and mating. The organs under their crotch became twisted and enlarged, and they transformed.
Use their tentacles to pierce into any creature that dares to approach them.
Contrary to what Clark thought, he did not gain immortality, but was about to die. The last impulse of his body urged him to leave his genetic information to prove to the world that he had lived.
The moment he saw Lu Mingfei, Clark felt extremely hungry. There was no doubt that that sweet body was giving him a physiological impulse. The twisted organs protruding from his abdomen rippled, and Clark felt like a puddle of rotten flesh.
It fell down like meat.
At that moment, both Caesar and Lu Mingfei felt an urge to vomit in their hearts. This posture was completely different from the Deadpool they usually saw. It was so twisted and evil that it directly struck the soul.
"It looks like our Mr. Assassin was eaten," Ender pointed his flashlight at the corpse nonchalantly: "You are so lucky, what you encountered was not a dangerous hybrid, but a monster without reason.
"
As he spoke, he took two chairs from the side and asked Chu Zihang to sit down. He also took out a bottle of Coke from the space bag and shouted while drinking: "This way we won't interfere, Caesar. You guys can solve it yourself.
And don’t destroy the corpse, it’s a precious experimental sample.”
Caesar and Lu Mingfei no longer had the time to care about the two people drinking tea and watching a show. Lu Mingfei looked at the monster getting up from the ground with fear, approaching each other carefully and slowly.
Clark raised his head and looked at Lu Mingfei, who was holding a shield in front of him. He wanted to say something, but found that his throat had long been corroded by dragon blood, and all his words could only turn into a low roar.
"I said: let there be light." Caesar's voice came from behind. Clark raised his head in confusion, but saw light coming from the shelf with cans on the wall. A can of beans gave off a dim light, barely lighting up.
Dark cellar.
This is a trick called light magic, which can make an object glow.
Clark may have been stimulated by Caesar's tricks, so he tried to bypass Lu Mingfei and rush towards Caesar.
But Lu Mingfei was one step faster. His thin body was faster than Clark's swollen and twisted body. He held a shield with one hand to block Clark's claws, and with the other hand he pressed the gun against Clark's bloody face and pulled the trigger.
trigger.
The impact pushed Clark's head back, and his muddy body fell to the ground. Lu Mingfei looked at his sore left hand and gasped:
"Kill him?"
"No, you missed. Remember to empty the magazine next time." Chu Zihang's voice came from behind: "The angle of your gun was wrong just now. You were too nervous, and the bullet grazed his head.
."
Clark shook his head as he fell to the ground. The bullet just scratched a mark on his skull, revealing the pale bone tissue inside, but some things are always one step faster than the brain.
The mutant tissue protruding from the waist suddenly stretched, and one of its sharp points stabbed towards Lu Mingfei's lower abdomen, hitting the shield with a sound of metal collision.
The other bypassed Lu Mingfei and hit Caesar who was protecting him behind him. The one-handed hammer in Caesar's hand was very useful against heavy enemies, but it could only barely resist against the soft tentacles.
"I said, if there is a knife, there is a knife." Caesar was drawn by the tentacles, and he took the time to quickly chant a prayer. A dagger with a faint blue light appeared in the air, and the dagger was cut off with a swing.
The stinging tentacles instantly filled the room with an unpleasant smell of ammonia.
On Lu Mingfei's side, as the twisted tentacles collided again and again, the complicated patterns on the shield glowed faintly. Upon seeing this, Ander took out a pair of sunglasses and handed them to Chu Zihang.
"I added a small spell to that shield. Remember to put on your sunglasses later." Ander said to Chu Zihang.
Chu Zihang reluctantly put on his sunglasses, and then saw the shield in Lu Mingfei's hand burst out with a burst of intense light, creating a terrifying flash bomb in the originally dark basement.
Clark, who had just raised his head, let out a strange cry, and the twisted tentacles stopped for a moment, giving Lu Mingfei a chance to breathe.
Lu Mingfei looked at the monsters on the ground in shock. At this time, Caesar behind him finally prepared the spell: "I say: Those who cannot be beaten to death must be beaten to death."
The white-gold aura flickered, coating the weapon in Lu Mingfei's hand with a silvery light. A surge of courage suddenly spread from Lu Mingfei's chest to his limbs, giving him even the strength to joke.
"Boss, there's something wrong with you every time you pray." Lu Mingfei stared at Clark rushing toward him, but he didn't seem nervous at all.
"The content of the prayer is not important, as long as the meaning is achieved." Caesar stepped forward and took out the AR-15 with magic added: "This move is called the Crusader's Cloak, but actually I call it the Wings of Bahamut.
, but it doesn’t matter, the name is not important.”
With that said, Caesar filled the magazine, loaded the .50 caliber destructive bullet, and hit the screaming monster with unparalleled kinetic energy. Obviously, even if he was not dealing with Chu Zihang, he still remembered it very clearly.
What Chu Zihang said just now.
Empty the magazine!
The modified AR-15 can hold ten rounds of .50 destructive ammunition, and each round of this terrifying ammunition is enough to beat a person into flesh and blood. With the faint light of the muzzle, the bullets have already been discharged.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!…
When the gunshots stopped, the part below the neck had long since disappeared and turned into meat mixed with cans, but he was not dead yet. The vitality brought by the dragon's blood kept him alive with only one head.
Probably in his last flashback, Clark's vocal cords returned to normal: "Can I live forever?"
This is the last thing Clark wants to say. When he was looking for the secret of eternal life, he read the famous Chinese novel Journey to the West. He also imagined that he would go to sea to find the fairy mountain like Sun Wukong and seek a way to immortality. In the end, it was nothing more than a mirror, a mirror, a mirror, a mirror, a mirror, a mirror, a mirror, a mirror, a moon, a moon, and a bamboo basket.
The water is empty.
"Hiccup! How old are you?" Ender's voice reached the unconscious Clark's ears: "I have not considered this issue for more than two hundred years."
I don't know if this sentence stimulated Clark's last nerve. He opened his eyes and stared at Ender with his dim golden pupils unblinkingly, as if he wanted to remember Ender's appearance.
"I..." Before Clark could finish his words, Caesar came over and swung the hammer hard.
With a snap, the red and white tissue flew away, leaving only the fleshy paste on the floor to prove that Clark had been here.