Those legs were still connected to her buttocks; I wonder if it was some kind of twisted sense of humor from someone who, after getting caught in the rain, would tear everyone else's umbrellas apart.
Hall looked closely and quickly realized that the "half- Fei'er " on the treadmill was roughly cut off at the hip and then secured there with vines and ropes.
Having just completed the possession, the Grand Duke looked in other directions and, unsurprisingly, found the arms, abdomen, and chest cavity, which had been carefully disassembled and fixed, in addition to the lower body he had just seen.
The expected bloody scene reminiscent of a butcher shop in a wet market did not materialize. Because Brenfield's modifications were so extensive, the entire room looked more like a roadside auto repair shop with parts piled up everywhere.
However, at this moment, those parts were wriggling like insects, making a series of low friction sounds, in accordance with his will.
Seeing this, a pang of regret welled up in the Hall's heart, causing him to let out a roar of resentment:
"Damn it, how can you run away with just one head!"
Hall is now truly regretful, and truly trapped.
The reason is simple: the Grand Duke is currently trapped inside a head that is only being kept alive. He can't even shake off the feeding tubes inserted into his head, let alone use this body to escape!
What's even more disheartening is that Brenfield's head is currently in a very awkward position:
Not only was Cuiske headless in the first room, but from this position he also couldn't see Keen Rizzos, who was suspended in the second room.
And just after the Hall arrogantly declared, "This is unnecessary," his previous Low Tier body collapsed to the ground.
Unfortunately, they were lying face down, so they couldn't make eye contact.
Hall tried running, tried swinging his arms, tried controlling his blood flow, and tried to unleash greater power from his chest and abdomen through specific movement rhythms.
However, all of this was ultimately in vain.
These operations are useful, yet ultimately useless.
Every command from the brain was executed perfectly, but the legs could not break free from the vines, the arms could not untie the noose at the base, and the chest and abdomen were bound by layers of restraints, which remained tightly bound no matter how much the arms stretched or contracted.
After struggling desperately, Hall finally gave up.
But this is only a superficial phenomenon.
Is he really out of options?
No, Hall has another way, though it's not as respectable.
He took a deep breath and shouted loudly with the half of his lung still hanging below his head:
"I'm sorry! I was wrong!"
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
Hall has always been an expert in this area.
Isn't it just begging for mercy?
Haven't we asked for enough over the past few thousand years?
As long as we can make a comeback, none of this will be a problem.
The shameless pleas for mercy rang out three times in a row, and finally, a strange rustling sound came.
A thin, long crack appeared on the wall of the room, and a strip of paper, as if it had just been printed, was slowly emerging from the crack.
The printing was slow, and the impatient Hall could only read the contents aloud in drawn-out tones:
Really?
After reading the text on it Hall nodded hurriedly:
"Really! It's true! I'm just worried I won't be able to escape, so I want to get a better body. Please give me another chance!"
Please!
This time, the handwriting on the note remained unchanged; instead, it continued to extend outwards from the wall, revealing new text underneath:
"I've told you, I've treated you pretty well, why don't you believe me?"
Hall was somewhat taken aback by this statement.
But when he thought of Cuiske, Keen, and "Half- Fei'er," the three guys he had accidentally met, he had to admit it to himself.
Compared to beheading, binding, and dismantling, simply emitting Psionic Energy shockwaves at fixed times and locations seems like nothing at all.
Hall nodded again.
"I believe you, I believe you! Sir, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"
A new note was spit out again:
"Alright then."
The note stopped printing, Hall stood there, bewildered.
"Clatter!"
The next moment, a sound came from not far away. Hall quickly looked over and saw that Cuiske, who had a tree head, was walking slowly but firmly towards them from the first room.
What's more terrifying than a headless corpse?
A: There's a place where there's a head, but there's no head.
As the tall figure closed in step by step, Hall, who had possessed Brenfield, revealed the same expression Bu Jingyun:
"Don't come any closer!!!"
But Cuiske ignored them—he couldn't hear them at all.
In fact, Cuiske, as an invited new user, had already successfully cashed out and left the biosphere during the last Old Head Slash Recycling event held in the Holy City.
Ed, who was always frugal, felt it would be a waste not to use such a High Tier body, so he stuck a symbiotic plant with a strong root system around its neck.
The plant's roots Spread to every corner of Cuiske's body, transforming it into a remote-controlled plant. Ed then programmed a set of behavioral logic into it and left it there to create items.
Several months have passed, and quite a few tools with both collectible and practical value have been produced. Cuiske's body is almost completely drained, so it's better to give it to the Hall as a new body.
Anyway, this guy's going to cause trouble in the Demon Realm. What if he gets beaten to a pulp with a single punch if he doesn't have a reliable body?
Amid Hall's screams, " Cuiske " first picked up Brenfield's head, then ripped off the plant from his own neck, and finally groped with both hands to (not) fit the two together perfectly.
Logically speaking, such a hasty rendezvous should not have worked, especially since Brenfield was not actually dead; his head and disassembled body were connected on Psionic Energy level.
But in World of Disorder, the Psionic Energy Psionic Energy of the strong are far more potent than those of the weak, and the Psionic Energy of both Ed and Hall are far rarer than those of Brenfield, an imitator who followed the path that Aiboke once walked.
Then the running legs gradually stopped, the waving arms gradually relaxed, and the contracting and expanding chest and abdomen gradually calmed down.
The broken plant stem secreted a strange sap, accelerating the healing of the wound.
Hall used his possession ability to weave Psionic Energy into threads to heal the scars around his head and neck.
When the body's eyes opened again, the prisoner named Brenfield had vanished from this world, leaving behind only— the High Tier vampire, the progenitor of " Cultivation and Harvest," Grand Duke Hall.