The alien right hand is like an independent life, and the half-cut human form other than this right hand is more like a puppet, a useless thing, neither in appearance nor ability, it does not reflect any outstanding features. Unlike Father Edward's body and the humanoid sculptures seen before, this right-handed monster seems to be flawed in its ability to think, learning to speak, and repeating it mechanically, like a babbling toddler, and even this simple repetition cannot be done perfectly.

Its tone is mixed with too much noise, making people feel as if it has just opened its eyes to peek at the world, however, the moment it sees the world, it is already full of malice. The shape of its eyes, the shape of its mouth, seem to depict people's impressions of the word "demon". The word "demon" has not been interpreted in a positive sense since it was born, and I certainly don't think that this thing in front of me can be full of good intentions.

The monster in his right hand swung his body, and beckoned his right hand like a half-headless humanoid, and in addition to the eyeballed index finger, the four tentacle-like fingers that had become soft and long were drawn like whips, making a sharp sound of breaking wind. I've observed that in the moment of the swing, the four tentacles begin to harden and become sharp, like real blades. At this speed, even a giant tree that two people can wrap together can cut it in two.

At the same time that the tentacles as sharp as the blade and as soft as the whip came, I had inserted into this process that others seemed to be intolerable, no matter how fast it swung it, it couldn't make up for the gap between the tentacles, and the four tentacles couldn't cover all the space airtightly, and the lack of gaps was just the illusion of high speed, and this illusion burst like a bubble in front of the speed.

The invisible high-speed channel is precisely inserted into the movement trajectory of the tentacles. In my Mercedes, these weapons, which are terrifyingly lethal to others, suddenly stop at a point in time. Of course, they are still moving in my observations, and yet this movement is so sluggish that even they are accelerating. But within a centimeter of their movement, I had already met them head-on and left them behind me.

The fourth-level magic pattern changed the edge of the umbrella to make it as sharp as a blade, and as soon as I passed through the gap between the four tentacles, it spun and severed them. With the speed that the monster's eyeball in my right hand couldn't keep up with, I turned behind the half-humanoid and prepared to do the same as before. I shattered it into pieces, but I saw that behind this half-humanoid form, eyeballs suddenly appeared, as if these eyeballs were originally hidden in the flesh, and only then did I open my eyelids, and the speed of opening my eyes had completely caught up with my speed at this time - no, it felt like reaching a corresponding speed value for my speed at this time, no matter how fast I was. They all target my immediate speed when I get to this position. Open your eyes in time.

Is it a trap? No doubt.

The eyeballs glowed red, like a precursor to the tentacle monster that appeared in the amphitheater to fire a laser beam, but none of them actually came out. As I tried to adjust to this hypothesis of "shooting out of the beam", the very moment this judgment affected the behavior—albeit only a very small change—the eyeballs exploded one after the other.

The right-handed monster loses its "body" and falls to the ground. Before it could touch the ground, the half-humanoid body had turned into flesh foam and exploded in all directions, however, the real attack did not come from the impact of the self-detonation, but from the further disintegration of the flesh foam - the solid became liquid. The liquid state turned into a gaseous state again, and the flesh-colored gas began to deteriorate, quickly turning purple-black and emitting an extreme stench.

Yes, I only felt the stench, but, the stench alone made me almost faint. I can't describe how bad it is, it's not as simple as "filth". On the contrary, there is a sense of purity, as if any foreign matter other than the "smell" has been eliminated, and no poison is produced, and no additional flavors such as "sourness" are added.

It just stinks.

Extreme stinking.

Extremely clean and smelly.

It's like just describing the purest concept of "smelly".

I was so fast at this point, however, before I slashed the monster, I felt like my olfactory system was exposed to the stench and had collapsed. The abnormality of the olfactory nerve caused more neurological abnormalities like an avalanche, and I felt as if my head was being twisted together by an invisible force, and my muscles did not obey, and my hands and feet were paralyzed, and I could not make the movements I wanted. Then, my consciousness began to go into a trance. In the trance, there was another strong and sharp feeling in my face, I subconsciously dodged, my body suddenly lost balance, and at a very fast speed, after a thousand dodge attacks, I could no longer adjust my body movements again. Fortunately, the invisible high-speed tunnel formed by the speed sweep can maintain a driving force to maintain a state of movement when the body is unable to move.

The degree and time of my trance was a little less slight than when I was facing the spiritual impact of the moon god when the Peninsula data hedged space. This is what I learned from the battle in the Peninsula Data Hedge Space to the fullest use. In the shortest possible time, I was out of the way to a hundred meters away, and only then did I breathe in the fresh air and catch my breath from the extreme stench.

The smell is still diverging, and the smell is diluted in all directions with the wind, but as the range expands, more impurities fill in, and gradually the smell deteriorates, although it is still very smelly and does not want to be contaminated at all, but it becomes "acceptable".

It was the most disgusting and unexpected attack I've ever made since I came into contact with the mystery, and I almost thought that Father Edward had prepared it specifically for my quick raid - a physical shameless and disgusting attack, but simply the most innovative and productive method to date, based on personal experience.

The stench is centered on this demon who doesn't know what it is in disguise.,Full coverage.,There are no dead ends.,The closer you get to that lump of flesh.,The stronger the effect of the stink.。 And I was so close to it at the time, it was 100 percent. Analyze the details of the battle after the fact. It also made me more convinced that Father Edward had deliberately brought me close.

What a cunning man! My heart was full of emotion, and this loss was really impressive.

The intense and extreme stench left a deep impression on my mind, and as soon as my brain started to turn, this uncomfortable impression would come flooding back at first. This is no longer just a "bad impression", but more like a curse brand. Even if it wasn't as strong as it was at the time, the influence was still there, and it still made my body feel paralyzed.

Every time I think about it, every time I make an impression, it makes my movements stiffen suddenly. If I don't think about it, I'm probably fine, but fighting completely on instinct without thinking about it is already something that is difficult for me to do at this time. My mind turned. For a long time, it wasn't something I wanted to think about, it was more like an irresistible mental illness. It's not that I think too much and become mentally ill, it's that I'm mentally ill and can't control the direction of my thinking. My mind jumped, and even though I knew I had to concentrate in battle, I couldn't do what I knew I was supposed to do.

Especially when Peninsula Data Hedges Space and Luna fight. The unbelievable spiritual impact of the moon god was like igniting a barrel of dynamite. The frequency of the leaps in my thoughts and the frequency of my thoughts, which I couldn't even tell the shape and content, was far beyond what my body could bear, and I still have the negative effects of that time.

At this time, the smell attacks like a ghost. Entangled in the rapid changes in my thoughts, interspersed with the changes of thoughts, unhidden, full of malice, exposed to my unquenchable mood swings.

It was as if my body was covered with a burden that I couldn't remove. I had to fight the rest of the battle in such an imperfect state.

By the time I realized this, my body was already vomiting involuntarily. The effects of the odor attack were a little bigger than I expected.

The purple-black stench faded away in the strong wind, revealing the flesh-colored mass of black water, flesh, and spores that had solidified into a mass of flesh. The half-humanoid form that grew out of the pustule had completely disappeared, but the right-hand monster that had fallen to the ground had somehow been entangled in a piece of intestines, and under my gaze, it was slowly dragged back into the flesh-and-blood substance - however, compared to the time when it grew on the half-cut humanoid, the right-hand monster at this time was more like the right hand of a monster, and there was no longer the sense of incongruity that was anti-object.

Probably because, compared to the half-cut human form, the shape of this flesh-and-blood substance gives people a more heterogeneous and heterogeneous feeling, which is just in tune with the feeling brought by the right-hand monster itself.

In the distance, the dark battle between Shitenin Gacoco and Sayana continued, but Blackwater seemed to be a little lacking in stamina, although it had a slight upper hand with its larger size, it was completely unable to shake the pace of Saya Supermer, let alone disrupt the rhythm of this battle. Saya is also a monster that can make up for itself by eroding foreign objects, and the corrosive power of alienated flesh and blood is not weaker than that of black water, and the mystery of the two sides is so similar in nature, and then in terms of combat style, it is also as if it was molded from the same mold - bombarding each other with a huge ontology, weakening the other party with weird erosion, and instantly transforming the combat environment to become more beneficial to themselves, however, if these things can be done by both sides, they can only compare which one does better. Even if one side is stronger than the other, if there is no obvious gap and no obvious weakness, the battle will not end in a short time.

The shock wave generated by the battle between the two is not too difficult for the existing occult experts to deal with, but the problem is that the two sides have eroded the environment of the peninsula - this erosion was originally intended to target the enemy who is fighting fiercely in front of them, but it is the bystanders who will be affected the most.

The previous mistake caused a piece of black water, spores, and abnormal flesh and blood to splash on his body, but it seemed that the body of this fourth-level demon pattern messenger could already adapt, so the discomfort caused by it was weaker than the discomfort that continued from the smell. I put away my umbrella and exposed myself to this harsh environment full of alienating and corrosive abilities, ironically, the sudden increase in discomfort washed away the discomfort caused by the stench slightly.

I saw a sudden crack in my arm, as if I was about to grow an eye, and I felt a lump bulging under the skin on my back, and when I tried to open my fingers again, there was a clear sticky feeling, as if the skin between my fingers had melted together, and my hair felt itching, like snakes wriggling. Anomalous sensations like these come and go, but they all stay at a critical point where the mutation is about to be completed, and there is no way to break through.

I used the blade of my knife to cut through the skin that was causing the strange sensation, and it was pus instead of blood, but the pus quickly dried up, leaving normal blood behind.

Compared to me, the monster on the other side has completely adapted to the mutation, no, it should be said, has actively mutated to the extent that it is enough to benefit from this harsh environment.

However, although the smell made me not want to get close to it again, it did not mean that it would take advantage of this opportunity to escape. Father Edward understands that no matter how dirty the means are used in front of me, whether it is to be one step ahead or to distance itself in advance, it will not help. Even if you want to use a movement without a process, such as spatial transfer, as long as there are any observable signs when using the ability, I will catch this "mysterious" act when it occurs.

If you want to get out, "fast" is meaningless, but whether it is secret enough and far enough. It was so secret that I couldn't perceive it, I couldn't react, it was far beyond my range of observation, my judgment, and my intuition.

"Speaking of which, in the last few disguises, you have used demons that are not strong in movement, but are more specific in ability." I said to this monster, who from the outside, didn't know whether he had the ability to think for himself, "Was it a tactic deliberately prepared for me?" ”

I don't care what it's doing, and if it continues to be like this puddle of mud, it's unacceptable to me, because my goal isn't to kill anyone. Of course, it can choose to mutate further, however, whatever it does takes time, and the more it does it, the more weird it becomes, and the more time it consumes. It doesn't matter if it becomes stronger than me after the mutation is enhanced, because my purpose is not to defeat it, and through this level of mutation enhancement, the level of improvement that can be increased cannot easily kill me.

"Whatever you do, as long as you don't get out right away, if you can't get out right away, it's a victory for me." I made eye contact with the right hand eyeball, calmly, trying to use words to press. (To be continued.) )

PS: Yesterday's chapter number was wrong, it was written as 1514, it should be 1534.