The closed door fell inward, the broken locks and deadbolts still flying in the air, and Fang Qiuling rushed into the room like a gale.

Because of the infusion of vindictive energy, the pitch-black mace reflected a crystal light in the light. Fang Qiuling held his mace and slammed it down on the guy in the room who spat out the fragrance.

"Smack"......

It was like the sound of a rolling pin slapping the dough, but it was several times louder than the sound of beating the dough. There was an extremely strong blow in his hand, and there was no doubt that the stick was smashed. The sharp spikes on the head of the rod pierced into the flesh, and the waves of flesh rippled around like water lines.

But...... It was as if the blow had landed not on the body of the creature, but on a chunk of thick, fatty fat.

There was not the slightest blood spilling out where the mace fell, and the fat layer of flesh even bounced back and trapped the entire mace.

- What's going on?

Fang Qiuling was a little surprised, but what surprised him even more was still to come. Suddenly there was a flat head on the fat meat, a head as long as a winter melon

This head has no hair, and the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears are crowded together, creating the feeling of a big head and a small face, which is very weird. But the look on his head at this moment was frightened, extremely frightened.

"Who are you!" Roshan, with his flat head, shouted and asked, "You—how did you get in!" ”

When he rushed into the room, in order to pursue speed, Fang Qiuling didn't look carefully. It's almost a moving figure, and it's just a stick down. The stick was sturdy, and even if it couldn't be killed with a single blow, it shouldn't be a problem. As for accidental injuries or something, there is no need to think about it at all, and there is no need to worry about it at all. At this time, what kind of good thing would it be to spit incense in the innermost room of the morgue? There are only missed kills, and there are no wrongful kills!

I didn't think that after taking a heavy blow, this "thing" could still speak! There was fear and horror in the words, but there was clearly no pain. This seems to be completely useless?

Looking at it slightly in surprise, the scene in front of him suddenly made Fang Qiuling gasp.

- Is this still a person?

The "thing" in front of you is a veritable Roshan, a moving and living Roshan. Although the face on the flattened head is weird, the face is barely recognizable, and it is the face of a long man. So let's call it "he".

His body was extremely round, really round, round like a pile of meat balls falling to the ground! There are four limbs, but the limbs are very short and have only one segment, most of which are constricted in a body that resembles a ball of flesh. He was naked, he didn't have a single piece of clothing, and there wasn't really anything he could wear on. At the same time, he also exuded a heavy body odor, the sour smell of not taking a bath for a long, long time, which permeated the room, as if he was in the most disgusting garbage heap. Especially when he opened his mouth to speak, the rancid taste in his mouth rushed straight to him, which directly had the effect of making people retreat.

In front of him was a simple computer desk, which looked like a picture in a small open space. Lily and Satsuki are chased by a large beetle and flee to the annex of the hospital.

Fang Qiuling didn't answer, and unconsciously held his breath. The mace in his hand was picked up again, and after a small half circle, it swung down from the right side of Roshan's flat head.

The first blow was a top-down smash that seemed to hit the thickest belly of this Roshan and only gave him a little scare. Then the second level switches positions and smashes sideways from his sideways, with the aim of flattening his head and then breaking his spine.

It's still a "snap". The dull sound drove the thick flesh on Roshan's body, like ripples splashing on the calm water, and layers of flesh waves rolled, perfectly counteracting the mace smash.

"Help! Kill! Kill! ”

Roshan didn't seem to react when he received the first blow, and he didn't ask "who are you" and "how did you get in" before he made a fuss. But when the second blow fell, his face immediately changed, and he screamed like a pig.

“……”

Fang Qiuling's face was expressionless, and the mace in his hand dragged down heavily. The mace, which was enough to make small holes in the steel plate, seemed to be completely ineffective on the Roshan in front of him, except for the slightly scratched oily skin, not even a drop of blood remained.

This Roshan seems to be not only a crazy necrophile, but also a manipulator of his own body.

I saw Roshan shouting loudly while squirming backwards. His feet were dangling on the outside of his body, and he didn't move at all, but his body was moving little by little towards the inside of the room, and it wasn't slow!

At the innermost end of the room, there was a door. Judging by the hole in the door, the door should be a bush leading outside.

- How did this Roshan move?

Fang Qiuling picked up the mace and smashed it down again. The sweeping blow brought up a large wave of flesh, and it smashed directly into the computer monitor on the table without abating. Suddenly, the room lit up with a series of electric sparks.

Roshan is clearly trying to escape.

The bushes outside the door were also his "base", and many large moths and ghost-faced butterflies had just emerged from the bushes. There must still be quite a few "zergs" hidden in the bushes. He must not be allowed to escape!

"Wow! Kill! Kill! Help me! ”

Roshan let out an extremely piercing scream, and it sounded like someone was chasing him behind with a machete.

Although what Fang Qiuling was holding in his hand was not a machete, it was indeed a mace that was more ferocious than a machete!

However, after a few more smashes, Roshan's skin was smashed and blood began to flow out, but overall it did not cause effective damage to this guy. Using a mace against Roshan doesn't seem to work very well. This layer of flesh on his body is really a veritable fat, fat and tough, and it can completely envelop the sharp nails on the head of the mace.

- How to deal with this alternative flesh defense?

Fang Qiuling didn't have any ideas for a while. After chasing and smashing for so many times, this pile of meat escaped most of the room. It seems that both legs have been scrapped, but the one who runs is really fast! And with each stick smashed, the waves of flesh rolled, and this guy seemed to use the force of the smash to speed up his escape.

"Poof", there was a crisp sound behind him, like the sound of a thick cotton jacket being cut. Then there was a "click", as if something had been touched. Immediately after that, a little red light reflected into the room, and the air immediately felt a strong smell of burning and the sound of burning fire.

- The stuff in that big hair follicle on the outside really hatched ahead of schedule!

With a terrible scream, a veritable monster appeared at the door.

Its upper body still retains its human form, and its chest is charred black, presumably burned by fiery glue. He has no hair, but he has good facial features. Should...... Roshan is supposed to be a woman's corpse as a vehicle for "transformation". And the most striking thing is that it holds up its constantly waving hands, which are no longer human palms and arms, but scorpion-like front paws and crab-like claws. The sharp front paws are full of jagged edges, emitting a cold glow from the light of fire and light.

But there's an even more frightening sight to come.

As the monster walked into the room, its body was fully revealed. Its upper body still retains its human form, while its lower body resembles that of a scorpion! Not only does it have six slender legs, but it also has a long tail trailing at the end of its body after the last pair of legs. The tail was raised high, and the fleshy thorn on the tip of the tail reflected a jet-black luster in the light, and it was faintly purple!

However, most of its body is charred black. In particular, the left forefoot limb and the lower end of the thorax and abdomen are almost completely carbonized from the exposed skin. Apparently he stepped on the trap and was burned by the blazing glue.

“…… W- What did you do? ”

Fang Qiuling's voice trembled a little. Not because of the trembling of fear, but because of extreme anger.

Just using insects to "create" zombies, or using corpses to hatch "zergs", is enough to give Roshan him Ling Chi. Now the monster that "jumps" out of the big hair follicle, this shape ...... It must have used a lot of "dark art" methods to process! Both the process and the result are outrageous!

"Hah...... Yes? That's right, it's my most satisfying 'masterpiece'! I've always thought that the setting of 'Arachnid Elf' is very good, so I made a 'Scorpion Man' by reference......" Roshan said a few words proudly, but he immediately realized that no matter whether it was time or occasion, now was not the time for him to show off, "You! You just tried to kill me! Now my helper is here, I want your life! ”

As he spoke, the monster he called the Scorpionoid let out a high-pitched roar. I don't know if this roar is reuniting its "creator", or if it is grieving for its own hideousness at the moment.

But the "creator" is always the "creator", and the command of the "creator" is absolute.

The scorpion man roared and charged. Its charge does not come from the ground, but from the wall on the right! I saw its sharp feet and limbs inserted into the wall, and its whole body suddenly hung on the wall, climbing the wall.

"Haha! Suffer death! You will turn into a nice container and become a little cute meat. Piece by piece, piece by piece, peel you off and eat you! ”

Roshan laughed arrogantly. However, after only a few laughs, his voice immediately turned to horror.

"You! What are you doing! Do! Yes! ”

The mace really had little effect on Roshan. But...... Fang Qiuling picked up the mace and landed another heavy blow. The head of the rod, full of spikes, easily sank into the thick and tough fat, and immediately there was a wave of flesh rolling on the fat. When the fat has completely absorbed the impact, the head of the stick bounces up slightly.

After the previous smashes were ineffective, he immediately raised it and smashed it again, but this time Fang Qiuling did not rush to raise the stick and swing it down again, but flipped his wrist and spun around the fat a few times as if stirring.

The fat is thick and tough, solid but liquid like a liquid. The direct smashing had no other effect than to stir up a wave of meat, but after a few turns, the sharp nails on the head of the mace were like a drill in a blender, winding all the fat around the sharp nails. The fat on Roshan's body suddenly hung on the mace.

The scorpion man took a few steps up the wall and then scurried to the ceiling. The limbs were slender and long, and they reached the top of Fang Qiuling's head in a few steps. Its sharp limbs pierce the ceiling, opening a small hole in the light with each step.

Two sharp scorpion claws swung down from the ceiling with a vicious wind, and launched a condescending attack. One scorpion claw struck directly at Fang Qiuling's neck, and the other aimed at Fang Qiuling's flank and pinched it heavily.

Fang Qiuling took half a step back, first avoiding the scorpion claw that was pincering towards his neck, and then dragging his mace to smash back with his backhand.

One end of the mace was stuck by the fat meat, and Fang Qiuling smashed it back with such a backhand to pull the fat meat, and dragged the Roshan up along the way, smashing it towards the scorpion man.

"Ahh No, no! No! ”

In Roshan's screams, his body slammed into the scorpion, and his short legs, which shrunk into only one section, also made an intimate contact with the sharp scorpion claw.

Silently, the short leg fell from Roshan's body. Roshan's screams suddenly became a little louder.

The Scorpion Man was attacked by a wave of flesh, and his body hanging from the ceiling slanted and slammed into the wall on his left. Half of the foot slipped off, pulling off a lot of the brick rubble from the ceiling. The screams suddenly became a little louder.

- What sharp claws!

Fang Qiuling was secretly speechless in his heart.

His mace didn't hit the short hands and feet on Roshan's body. But a stick smashed down, and there was nothing to gain except to stir up a wave of flesh. These shrunken limbs don't seem to be Roshan's weaknesses, although they can't be compared to the fat around them, but they are not much different.

The scorpion claw was able to unload one leg so easily, which couldn't help but be secretly vigilant by Fang Qiuling.

"Ahh My leg! My leg! ”

Roshan's screams were a little louder.

The mace seems to be holding the guy without a rut, but the scorpion-turning man's scorpion claw seems to have a good effect. If the effect is good, then you should use it more!

Fang Qiuling didn't care what Roshan was called, he picked up his mace and smashed it on the scorpion-transformed person. The mace is wrapped around the fat, and every time it is swung, it will take the mountain out with it, and it suddenly feels like a flail.

Roshan's body is full of elasticity and has excellent malleability, and the power of swinging out may be reduced due to the elasticity of the fat meat, but Fang Qiuling's purpose is not to use Roshan to "educate" his little brother, but to use Roshan's little brother's hand to cut Roshan!

In the midst of high-pitched screams and shrill screams, Roshan and the Scorpion Man collided several times in succession.

The successive blows made the Scorpion man tired of defending. It holds two scorpion claws to the left and right.

In the eyes of the Scorpion, it was its "creator" who was fighting it, even if the "creator" attacked in a strange way, constantly ramming with his own body. But strange is strange, if it wants to fight back against the "creator", it will not dare.

Just as the Scorpionoid was turning its sluggish brain, trying to make sense of the situation. Only the sound of "poof" was heard as if it was leaking, and the scorpion claw that stretched forward with its right hand to block pierced the "creator".