[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] Observing the growth rate of the vines, he pulled out a 40% concentration of " Trenbolone " from his chest and skillfully stuck it into his left forearm.
Flames danced beneath his skin, his breathing became heavy, his body temperature slowly rose, and dragon-scale-like markings quickly emerged from beneath his skin.
The two lay prone behind the rock, one panting as he transformed, the other intently manipulating the vines, while the Blood Corpse in front remained unaware of the impending change.
The vines reached the feet of the Blood Corpse Blood Corpse, which was sitting lazily on the ground with its legs spread apart in a rather unseemly posture.
The Oil Vine gently rested on its foot, cool and slippery. If a normal human encountered this situation, they would definitely think that a snake had crawled onto their foot, and then immediately start a crash course in street dance.
But for the Blood Corpse, their bodies were already cold, and the Oil Vine in front of them was not on their menu, so the Blood Corpse simply ignored the vine and let it wrap around its legs again and again.
Another vine followed suit, wrapping around the legs of another Blood Corpse. [ The Good Times Don't Last n't last long.] Seeing that the Blood Corpse didn't react at all, it became a little more arrogant. It manipulated the vine to climb upwards little by little, and within a few minutes, it had wrapped around the Blood Corpse's waist twice.
At this moment, [ Good Times Don't Last ] also felt a sense of emptiness and weakness. He knew that with his physique and Plant Compatibility attributes, plus the characteristics of the Oil Vine itself, he could only achieve this much if he developed all three to their limits. So he manipulated the end of the Oil Vine, which could no longer extend, to tie a knot on the vine around the Blood Corpse's waist.
Only then did he have the energy to look around, and [ the Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] had now transformed into a half-dragon man over two meters tall.
Seeing that his companions were ready, [ the Good Times Don't Last ] he grabbed the roots of the Oil Vine vines on the side of his neck with both hands, used Directed Alienation to turn the inside of his fingers into sharp blades, and easily cut off the two vines.
He casually touched his wound, and [ the Good Times Don't Last ] handed the two vines connected to the Blood Corpse to the half-dragon:
"Dude, can I borrow a light?"
Looking at the pale yellow, glossy vines, [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] he cleared his throat and then coughed violently.
"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!"
His movements and voice were extremely exaggerated, as if he could cough up his entire lungs.
This caught the attention of the Blood Corpse, but since it was a clear daytime and neither of them was bleeding, they simply watched their prey in the distance like a group of patient spectators.
Under the half-dragon's persistent coughing, he finally felt a tingling sensation in his throat.
This feeling is like a throat that was originally moist becoming dry because of a cold, and what he has to do is rub the dry areas together, like constantly striking a flint to produce sparks.
Several sparks, dull in the sunlight, flashed by, one of which fell onto the already severed Oil Vine before going out.
A flame immediately shot up and began to extend forward, following the trail of the Oil Vine.
In just a breath or two, flames appeared on the legs and waists of the two Blood Corpse, and the small flames turned into a large fire belching gray-black smoke.
Only then did the two Blood Corpse realize something was wrong, driven by their animal instincts, and they began to tear at the Oil Vine wrapped around their waists.
However, firstly, they themselves were not immune to flames and high temperatures, and secondly, the Oil Vine would quickly wither and harden after they started burning, becoming as tough as old tree bark. So at this moment, the vines that were wrapped around their waists just right became a burning noose, using their lives as fuel, constantly radiating light and heat in the daytime.
Although the Blood Corpse showed no fear of fire, the blaze had dispelled the shadows in the tree-shaded areas that had previously been sheltered from the sun. The Blood Corpse whose bodies were not on fire retreated, trying to huddle together and squeeze into even darker places.
The two poor, chosen Blood Corpse had been completely transformed into two gray-black statues.
Their bodies did not completely disappear in the flames, but remained standing in a very deformed position after being carbonized by the fire.
The two vines that had taken their lives had withered completely, their color changing from green to dark gray. The already thin branches had become even thinner, and the grooves on their surfaces were deeper than before. As for the oil film, it had completely disappeared in the flames.
The two men, who had been lying on the rocks, watched the entire burning process and were now speechless with astonishment.
The description does mention that the oil from the Oil Vine is easily flammable, but this is far too easily flammable.
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He rubbed his fingers together and brought them to his nose to sniff twice.
"Don't tell me it smells like gasoline."
The one on the side, Lion Hidden in the Eyes a sly smile, said:
"If this thing can secrete gasoline, then an army might come to attack."
"Hahahaha, no, no, the taste is no different from normal vegetable oil, but it is indeed more flammable than you might imagine."
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] nodded, his gaze fixed on the remaining Oil Vine after the fire.
He forcefully pulled on the two Oil Vine vines in front of him, and the two Blood Corpse sculptures in the distance fell to the ground, shattering into pieces and revealing their half-charred flesh and bones.
The half-dragon looked at the severed remains of the Blood Corpse, and his brow furrowed slightly.
"Vomit."
He suddenly gagged and waved his hand in front of his face.
"The attention to detail is amazing. I'd believe you if you told me the production team personally spoke to the people involved."
"Just admit you killed someone, why start verbally abusing me over nothing?"
"Isn't this just imitating the censored words in online games?"
"... That's true, then how about we eat a few more Blood Corpse?"
"Sorry, this is still too bizarre. Let's not use this meme anymore..."
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] pulled the hardened vine back, casually snapped off the thick, straight section, waved it around a couple of times, and nodded in satisfaction:
"If we had these when I was a kid, the flower beds nearby would have suffered terribly."
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He thoughtfully asked in return:
"Isn't this too thin? It looks a bit like the kind used for spanking."
A look of pity immediately appeared on the half-dragon's face:
"Did it trigger some bad memories?"
"Stop talking, stop talking. Mark these Blood Corpse with your blowguns, then we can retreat."
"Huh? Didn't you say we'd eat a few more Blood Corpse?"
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He revealed a slightly weak-knee expression:
"I'm not eating anymore, I can't get enough nutrition."
"This is getting weirder and weirder!"
"You know what I mean. Anyway, that's all for today. We'll kill a few more next time we see them."
"Okay, but do you think you can cure your weakness next time?"