"Do you have any other abilities?"
Lu Xin walked forward along the street, smiled kindly, and asked softly:
"I can feel that these are not your real abilities, so what exactly are your abilities?"
When he asked this question, the god who had been chased all the way in the laboratory at the end of the street was looking at it indifferently.
Of the six eyes, four were confused and the other two were staring at him.
Under his feet, there was a piece of squirming and swelling flesh, like a sticky sea of blood.
In front of him, three things similar to "chrysalis" hung down.
These three "chrysalis" were suspended from above the street by thin blood threads, hanging in mid-air.
The two "chrysalis" have broken open, and now the third "chrysalis" is left.
Judging from what he encountered along the way, the two "chrysalis" were Xinmo and Ying from the Hell Team. These two monsters should have been killed by Central City's ability users, but their power appeared on this monster.
Lu Xin thought to himself, this should be a certain link in the final experiment?
Transplant other abilities to this monster?
So besides Xinmo and Ying, what else is there?
... I can't remember it, maybe it's gone, right?
As Lu Xin walked forward, his eyes also saw the third "chrysalis", and he heard a slight "click" sound.
The "chrysalis" also burst.
A table knife stretched out from the inside of the "chrysalis" and cut open the flesh and blood coat.
Then, Little Nineteen, with black hair hanging down and wearing a small white skirt, emerged from the "chrysalis".
The next moment, more Little Nineteen emerged from the flesh and blood. Some of them appeared in the empty windows on both sides, some emerged from the squirming flesh and blood, some emerged from the ground, and some slowly dropped down from mid-air.
More than a dozen Little Nineteen surrounded Lu Xin.
Each one holds a table knife in his hand, his head and limbs are hanging down, and the thick knife scars are obvious, like puppets.
Lu Xin stopped slightly, looked up, and said softly, "Little Nineteen, I finally found you."
The first time he hugged Little Nineteen, he knew that he was not hugging Little Nineteen.
What I am holding should be a kind of spiritual transformation of people.
But now, the real Little Nineteen has finally been found.
"Kekeke..."
There was a sound made when the wooden joints collided, and they became one.
All Little Nineteen looked up at Lu Xin at this time, their eyes empty and lifeless.
Lu Xin continued to walk forward, his voice trying to be patient. "Be obedient, will you come back with me?"
"I'm not very good at coaxing children, but I know that you must have had a very difficult and painful life these past few years."
"So..."
"..."
"Uh-huh!"
When Lu Xin took the second step, Little Nineteen beside him suddenly rushed forward in a strange shape.
The sharp table knife instantly scratched Lu Xin's neck.
Lu Xin's shoulders suddenly collapsed, and his neck tilted to one side as if broken.
At the same time, he pulled out his hand and penetrated Little Nineteen's body.
This Little Nineteen's body seemed to have an obstacle in its parts. It moved sluggishly for a few times and then tilted its head.
Lu Xin continued to walk forward, saying, "... I'll take you home!"
"Cackle, cluck..."
The sound of twisting joints all around suddenly became one, and all Little Nineteen rushed towards Lu Xin at the same time.
The knife in his hand created interlaced streaks of cold light, and countless white skirts flew chaotically in the air.
A kind of thread invisible to the naked eye has been intertwined on the entire street in an instant.
Lu Xin sighed and said, "Sister!"
His body instantly became as if he had no bones, and he quickly jumped forward.
In the interlacing of invisible threads, the space is divided into small pieces one by one.
No one can pass through this small square.
But Lu Xin seemed to have broken these common senses. His body was moving rapidly, making one after another gestures that were not in line with human common sense, but from a certain angle, they had a strange beauty, and he quickly passed through the threads.
He used this method to avoid the attacks of more than a dozen Little Nineteen, and suddenly appeared in front of the innermost Little Nineteen.
That Little Nineteen raised the knife in his hand with an expressionless face.
Her eyes were empty, looking at Lu Xin walking towards her, as if she didn't know whether to stab him or not.
Lu Xin gave her a warm smile, then squatted down, ignoring the knife, and took her into his arms.
"Tsk"
The table knife was inserted into Lu Xin's chest, entering the flesh ten centimeters deep.
The smile on Lu Xin's face did not change at all, and he continued to hug Little Nineteen deeply into his arms.
The knife was inserted deeper.
There was a cold pain in the chest.
Lu Xin But he felt as if the hole was being filled, which made him feel happy.
Blood flowed along the blade and splashed onto Little Nineteen's face.
Little Nineteen A strange emotion suddenly appeared in his empty eyes, and his little body seemed to stiffen suddenly.
"Little Nineteen..."
Lu Xin's hand held down the struggling Little Nineteen's shaking little head, and slowly stroked the back of her head. Gently, in a tone that worried her that it would scare her, he whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid anymore, I have already thought of you."
"I'm sorry."
"I shouldn't have forgotten you for so long, and I shouldn't have forgotten that I once... killed you."
"It doesn't matter if you're afraid of me or think I'm a big monster."
"..."
"Big monster..."
Little Nineteen, with an indifferent expression, seemed to be reminded of something by these three words.
She was struggling and her movements slowly stopped.
Not only did she stop, but behind Lu Xin, the dozen or so Little Nineteen who were flying in different positions in the air and sliding towards Lu Xin along a certain thread suddenly stopped. Their faces showed a confused and empty look at the same time.
From all angles, they watched Lu Xin hold them in his arms, as if they were recalling various memories.
Some seemed to recall the memory of Lu Xin forcing himself into a corner in front of the building.
Some seem to recall more terrible things...
There seemed to be a layer of mist slowly appearing in his empty eyes.
"Gu..."
There was a hollow and disembodied voice.
The monster behind had endless blood streaks extending out of it, like colorful nerve tissue and blood vessels.
A large part of these blood threads are connected with the blood threads on Little Nineteen's body.
At this time, more bloodshot threads crawled against the ground and walls, rushing towards Little Nineteen. At the same time, it seemed that some kind of will was instilled into Little Nineteen's body, which made Little Nineteen's body tremble slightly, and a look of madness emerged in his eyes.
"Tsk..."
Lu Xin exhaled gently, hugged Little Nineteen tighter, and said softly, "Don't be afraid."
The madness on Little Nineteen's face receded, and the confused look reappeared.
Madness and indifference intertwined and changed rapidly on his face.
Little Nineteen is obviously connected with the monster called "God".
In other words, she has been under the influence of that "god".
This impact can naturally be said to be a kind of pollution.
Lu Xin doesn't know how to cut off this pollution, but what he can do is to hold Little Nineteen.
Chen Jing Not long ago, I told myself a concept called "Reverse Pollution".
I also learned about the concept and nature of pollution in the primary training course for capable people.
Ordinary people are polluted too.
Laughing, crying, or even an unconscious movement may be pollution.
So, the only thing he prays for now is that his arms can "pollute" Little Nineteen.
At the same time, the shadow under his feet spread out.
At such a close distance, there was no reason to leave that "god" alone.
"You will also endure it? Will you also embrace it?"
When the monster was urging Little Nineteen, there was a face on its chest, and it was shouting ferociously.
"Is this level of power just for a little kid like you to play with?"
Zhao Shiming seemed to be about to lose himself at this time. At least, his voice no longer had the sanity before, but was getting closer and closer to madness. Even his voice no longer sounded like himself at all, and was increasingly saturated with madness:
"I shouldn't have wasted so much time with you just now..."
"But now, I finally understand, and I finally know what the true power of God is..."
"..."
"Buzz buzz..."
When he shouted loudly, Lu Xin said nothing, but suddenly looked towards it with cold eyes.
At this moment, the shadow under Lu Xin's feet suddenly lengthened and rushed towards the monster.
"Shua..."
This time, the "god" reacted faster, blinking six eyes at the same time, releasing another mental shock.
The impact of spiritual power collided with the shadow again, cutting deep scratches on the ground.
However, it seemed that because the shadow had already experienced a mental shock before and remembered its characteristics, the speed of the shadow's breakthrough this time was much faster than before. It was like fine black particle sawtooth, rapidly cutting and polishing, consuming and consuming the twisted air that represented the mental shock layer by layer. In a short period of time, the distance to the "god" was only about one meter.
The "god" seemed to be panicking, or was roaring.
Countless bloodshot threads suddenly popped out of the body, like dense, sticky threads, getting into all the gaps around it.
Invisible to the naked eye, no one knows how many threads there are and how deep they have penetrated.
This thread is like the roots of a tree.
"Kakakaka..."
As those threads extended, there was suddenly a squeezing sound as thick, sticky objects covered the building.
With a "crash" sound, the abandoned building shattered, and pieces of blood-colored flesh poured out.
These pieces of meat have been connected with those fine blood threads, coming in like living creatures and merging with the "god".
This is just the beginning.
From all directions, there are such huge pieces of meat gathering.
If you zoom into the sky, you will see that this has become a city with countless monster tentacles squirming.
In the shadows of every street and abandoned houses, there are a large number of strange, indescribable flesh and blood moving rapidly.
Wherever they passed, buildings collapsed and toppled one after another, raising countless dust.
The entire abandoned city was crawling with flesh and blood.
This abandoned city seemed to come alive in this way.
Zizzi.
Substances like blood vessels and nerves cover the surface of the building like plants, and are eventually connected to the monster.
The entire city and all the monsters are gradually becoming a whole.
In other words, they are originally a whole, just waiting for the arrival of this "heart".
"Crash..."
As the flesh and blood gradually gathered together, the monster's mental impact became more and more powerful, instantly pushing the shadow three meters away.
At the same time, the body of "god" is gradually rising.
The gathering of countless flesh and blood, like a base, lifted his body to the highest place in the entire city.
Zhao Shiming's face has disappeared, or in other words, completely melted.
The "god" only had an indifferent face, looking down at the ruined city under the curved Crimson Moon.
In other words, looking down at its feet, the little Lu Xin.
"Buzz..."
The next moment, the six eyes of the "god" blinked at the same time, and waves of spiritual impact came one after another, as if they would never dry up. The shadows under Lu Xin's feet were not only squeezed back to The impact that seemed to be substantial around Lu Xin even spread directly to Lu Xin. Layers of sand were blown up from the ground, hitting Lu Xin like bullets.
"Pa bang bang..."
Lu Xin A twisted force field appeared around him, sending the pebbles flying in all directions.
But the next moment, countless tentacles suddenly extended from the "god"'s body and instantly wrapped around the tall buildings on both sides.
Boom!
It shrank and tightened like a snake's body, constricting these buildings and tall buildings that had stood firm for thirty years into the shape of a gourd, and then smashed them towards the middle. The uneven sections and twisted and sharp steel bar stubbles were directly inserted into Lu Xin's body.
Mud, rocks and construction debris rolled down and filled the street.
Lu Xin's figure has been completely obscured, and it is not known whether it has been crushed to pulp by these buildings.
But he was not satisfied yet, and the python-like tentacles wrapped around him further.
House after house and building after building were pulled over by it, slamming heavily into the middle of the street and filling it to the ground.
And this seemed to make it feel lacking in power.
As a result, the flesh and blood fused with it simultaneously extended out vein-like monsters, Sisi like snakes, rushing towards the outer city, where more than 100,000 refugees were living, all of which could be used as ready-made "materials".
In other words, these refugees were originally the materials prepared by Gaotai Table.
This is the power that truly belongs to "God".
Contaminate the entire city with a powerful and unstoppable momentum and control the entire city.
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