Chapter 177 Comic Content (Silver Blue)
In the space, the outside world is played in real time.
Every minute and every second here is extremely distressing. For a righteous supernatural being, being forcibly imprisoned in place and having to watch the war unfold is more difficult to accept than dying on the battlefield.
The heart that felt itchy and painful as if it was being bitten by thousands of ants became numb. Lin Muyu stared at the screen in silence, his spirit being tortured all the time.
He watched many people with special abilities die tragically due to momentary negligence, their vitality being sucked away and they shrunken into old men, curled up on the ground and lifeless.
He looked at the psychic on the city wall, staring with wide eyes at the miserable corpses of his companions below, tears welling up in his eyes but he still gritted his teeth and output his psychic powers, but it was difficult to completely eliminate those deformities.
He watched his familiar friend's arms tremble under the high pressure, and then he mustered up his strength in the next second to dodge the crazy attacks again and again. His heart was beating on the tip of the knife, as if it would bleed out in a gushing out in the next moment.
Ordinary people gathered in formations, controlling huge supernatural props to attack the enemies below, trying their best to contribute their efforts. The people were protected in the guild building, and several vigilant figures stood outside the locked door.
It seemed like we were back to the siege of the Dark Nest two years ago. As always, Lin Muyu still played no role in it. Just like two years ago, he could only watch the war unfold and pray in his heart for the final victory.
But not this time.
The Dark Nest's behavior is so abnormal. The dissipation of that wisp of black air is hidden but connected to an unknown source.
What exactly did you do? Lin Muyu asked directly, his voice dry, [Why would they be like this... rushing forward recklessly. 】
Si and An also raised their eyes. He hasn't spoken for a long time.
Bai Zhou was leaning on one side. From the beginning, he had been bored and absent-minded with his head down. No one knew what he was thinking about, and his eyes never stayed on the outside world for a moment. Just waiting.
The youth's silver threads connect the nerves, and the space becomes eyes, watching everything inside all the time. So much so that even if he closed his eyes as if taking a nap, he could still know all the movements of the three people.
Hearing this, he opened his eyes, tilted his head and smiled gently at Lin Muyu.
Perhaps realizing that the three of them had no chance of escaping, he lazily answered his doubts.
To survive. 】
Bai Zhou said softly, with a tone that sounded mocking: [After so long, the poison has corroded His heart, and His scarce vitality cannot fill the hole in His strength. In order to continue to survive, He naturally needs more, fresh lives to pay the price. 】
Compared to the illusory "God", it seems that the monster who is the leader of the Dark Nest is the existence that the cultists truly revere. But how many external factors are involved in this, only the leader who is the controller knows.
In order to prevent their leader from dying, the remaining deformed flesh and blood turns into a pool of blood; in order to prevent the faith in their hearts from collapsing, the cultists will frantically give up everything and even start a war to absorb more powerful life force to nourish their leader.
This is also the reason why there is a formation engraved on the ground of the leader’s residence. The moist blood and flesh that have not yet dried in the grooves are the evidence of the Dark Nest’s cannibalism.
[The black energy connected the nerves of all the cultists. It parasitized on the bodies of its subordinates and absorbed energy through their mouths and teeth. 】
[If the city gate is broken and the psychic loses his defense, then the lives of the entire city will be enough to fill the vacancy of "Him"; if the city gate is not broken and the psychic clears the dark nest, then "Him" will also bring enough casualties, and a victory of life and death will also make the righteous side dying in future copies. 】
The place chosen by the leader of the Dark Nest was the White Night.
The guild, which was enjoying the ceremony with great joy, invited high-level officials from all over the country and remote cities with potential psychics.
Lin Muyu listened to this absurd fact.
He asked: […How did you injure the leader of the Dark Nest like this? 】
[That’s the price I need to pay. 】Bai Zhou avoided the question and kept his expression unchanged.
[All you have to do is watch.] 】
The silver thread connecting Ye Yunhe has been completely stained with blood, bright red and dazzling. Lin Muyu roughly knew what this meant.
Everything is ready, and now Bai Dayu is just waiting for an opportunity.
Suddenly, Si Yu'an said in a hoarse voice: [If your plan also includes the Dark Nest, then your formation will also absorb the power of the black fog. 】
【You will become a monster like Him, neither human nor ghost.】 】
Bai Zhou didn't say anything else.
He hummed a strange tune and continued to lean on the side with his head down and eyes closed, ignoring what Si and An said.
But the other two understood his attitude very well.
He doesn't care about that at all.
——
The trio disappeared.
This news undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to the government. They ordered all those who went there to search the location area, but in the end they only got the clue that "there were many dug holes in the ground."
The shovels that the three men brought were left there, and the land was barren except for the pit and the shovels. It was like a person being dragged into the ground.
The officer's face looked grim. He had a lot of thoughts in that moment, but in the end, all he thought of was his tightly pursed lips and a sigh. The most important thing at the moment is to guard the city gate, and the new situation in the central city has become the only good news.
But there was still no news of daytime. No one saw that young man. He should have appeared at the very beginning and stopped the attack of the Dark Nest with overwhelming strength, but he has not appeared until now.
What did the meeting half a month ago represent? What happened next? Did something happen to Bai Zhou or was this matter related to him?
Can he be trusted?
[Keep looking.] 】The commander ordered the people he sent out to【search the surrounding area to see if there are any suspicious clues. If you still can't find it after half an hour, come back. 】
[The top priority is to defend the city.] 】
He looked at the huge black shadow approaching outside the city, a strange formation formed by countless cultists pressed closely together. Wisps of black air connected everyone's body, with an invisible figure hidden in the center.
The vitality plundered by the black air is nourishing some kind of existence. Everyone is aware of this.
Lin Du was silent for a long time looking at the map, then raised his head and gave an order: [Change the strategy, activate the large-scale formation in the city, auxiliary psychics mainly support long-range fighters, close combat should be more agile, keep a distance from the deformities and avoid contact with the black air. 】
Killing a cultist would result in a more difficult-to-deal-with deformity. The more severe the destruction of the Dark Nest's formation, the more new deformities would swarm in. Even the most powerful psychic could not guarantee that they would not be touched. This would add too much risk.
But if the formation is not destroyed, the dark nest will get closer. I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the black shadow seems to be getting closer and closer, as if it is merging into one. Gradually, a clearer black gas swirled around, burning everyone who got close.
The murmur became clearer in people's ears, hindering their thoughts and making them inexplicably anxious.
Just like in the illusion of the Battle of Zhuolu, special ropes were hooked onto the deformed and huge bodies, and several people worked together to imprison them in place, and then they gathered their special powers and bombarded them violently until the deformities were blown into pieces.
This will exhaust your physical strength sooner or later, but it is better than having your life plundered to feed unknown beings. The city gate was smashed hard by the deformed creatures that rushed closer and closer, making one trembling whine after another. The supernatural power strengthened the strength of the gate and the city wall, and everyone would take a deep breath every time they trembled.
The corrosive liquid sizzled and a foul smell came. Fortunately, the material of the city wall gate was special and was not melted into mucus by the liquid that was powerful enough to dissolve bones.
After the strategic change, the approach of the Dark Nest was alleviated accordingly. Time passed by minute by minute, but the tug-of-war continued.
Among them, countless people with special abilities died and became rapidly aging corpses on the battlefield.
Countless more people with special abilities rushed into the battlefield one after another, wielding their weapons vigorously to kill the enemies. They tirelessly obstructed the Dark Nest's advance, constantly picking out the cultists and stabbing their throats, clearing out new deformities one after another.
In the picture, each frame is a living life. Those faces that have never been seen before and familiar faces flash by, and are swallowed up by the endless swords, or leap up from the encirclement, like a light rising stubbornly in the darkness.
The residents huddled in the building with their hands covering their ears and crying, not knowing whether they would see dawn or despair when they opened the door. They waited for the god of death's scythe, which hung precariously above their heads and would chop off countless heads when it fell.
The long tug-of-war continues. Physical strength was depleted little by little, energy was exhausted little by little, the people participating in the battle looked pale and sweaty, and their persistence was painful even for outsiders who were just watching.
Perhaps sensing the change, the cultists on the four sides of the formation suddenly moved. Their facial features were distorted, bubble-like shapes were bulging under their skin, and black mist leaked out from their mouths, noses and eyes, turning them into balloons that swelled to the limit and exploded with a loud bang at the critical point.
The black fog then dispersed, randomly scattering in various locations, swallowing up the limbs of several psychics who had not yet noticed. The forearm or calf that was wrapped inside became nothingness in an instant, separated from the main body, leaving only broken limbs.
There were howls of pain, followed by the monsters that surged up and devoured them.
It was like triggering the bottom line of some boss's health bar, and starting the second stage. There were clear sounds of bones twisting and breaking, and the cultists stopped abruptly, with their upturned heads slowly lowered, intermittently like frames.
If the cultists were standing shoulder to shoulder and hand to hand at first, now they were completely connected together by the black energy.
Half of his body merged with another person's other half, their heads pressed tightly together, as close as conjoined twins. One after another, two after two, countless cultists overlapped densely.
The limbs were bent, the legs and feet were stuck together, black air was spreading, the empty pupils were a dull black, the mouth was open and spitting out internal organs that turned into blood, the black shadow was deformed and mutated, rolling into a huge ball of flesh, constantly seeping into the center, leaving only half of the body, with legs and hands hanging down, and the swollen skin was huge.
The flesh ball was taller than the city wall, and the eyelids that were attached to the skin were torn apart, revealing the turbid and rotating eyeballs underneath, densely packed all over the body, staring at the people in the city.
And in the center of the ball of flesh, there is a blood-red beating heart.
——
The city gate was still broken open.
It was deformed into a pile of minced meat and was crushed into mud along with the rising black air. The psychics looked up at the huge deformity with fear in their eyes. Those eyeballs were staring at them with a crooked gaze, and the moment of their trance-like gaze made their brains feel dizzy and swirling.
Perhaps the life force used for nourishment had reached its highest point, or perhaps the incessant murmuring of the text was a spell, which absorbed the entire body of the reciter after it ended, with the flesh and bones separated and reassembled, splicing together into the most horrific deformity of the human body ever seen.
On the flesh ball, the remaining limbs of the human body extended and stretched infinitely, and attacked the city gate heavily, sucking on the gate tightly like a suction cup. It still did not break under the attack of supernatural power. The black air wrapped around the limbs, madly absorbing the incoming energy.
The psychic stopped immediately.
【Attack His heart! 】Someone gave the order.
The psychics who were still outside the city blocked the tentacles that were slapped down fiercely, and did not dare to approach rashly for fear of having their vitality robbed again. But there were too many tentacles, which could expand and contract at will like colloid, and the sticky corrosive liquid dripped on the skin and burned the bones.
The ranged hand desperately attacked the deformed heart. Lightning, wind blades, parachute wings, and flames gathered together to form a violent energy condensate, accurately hitting the enemy's exposed bright red heart.
But just before success, black air slowly covered his heart, instantly dissolving the incoming attack and swallowing it all.
At the same time, several psychics on the ground were also caught, hanging in the air, struggling hopelessly, and died in the next second.
Like a cat catching a mouse, he could easily strangle a person's neck and suck the person dry in an instant. Those eyeballs curved up happily, rotating and squeezing in the eye sockets, and the part that seemed to be the mouth was torn apart, and He let out a weird laugh.
The tentacles that were tightly attached to the city gate pulled hard and broke the closed gate open. Debris kept falling down, revealing the terrified faces of the people in the city.
The deformity is simply too huge.
He just stood still, and the shadow he cast was enough to cover half of the city. The shadow was an evil ghost, dragging people's legs down into the abyss of hell. Even one glance at those eyes would make people feel dizzy and their brains would feel painful as if they were being messed with.
The meat ball rolled over the city wall, and the solid wall collapsed in an instant. The people above all moved away, and the supernatural powers and weapons condensed in their palms continued to attack the deformity, but it was useless. The skin of the opponent seemed indestructible, and no matter how strong the attack was, it could not peel off a layer of skin.
Residents hiding in the building heard the loud noise. They stuck their heads out and looked through the glass, but the next second they saw clearly they felt endless despair. Inhuman monsters invaded the city with murderous intent, and the dawn was shrouded by dark clouds.
They saw the protectors standing in the front, raising their weapons and pointing them at the deformity, their eyes narrowed by the strong wind.
Compared with it, humans are so small.
But they still stood in front, and even if their hands were trembling, they would never put down their weapons.
No matter the cost of killing Him is his own life.
——
The moment the war drums sounded, the readers were shocked and moved.
The man who didn't care about life or death ran forward, leaped high with the wind and hope, the sharp sword in his hand gathered powerful energy, and he slashed at the deformity together with his tacit comrades.
The scene changes here. In the comics, the eyes are open during the day.
[It's almost time.] 】
This sentence awakened Lin Muyu and the other man. Ever since the last pause in the playback, they had been constantly imagining what the outside world would encounter, and their brains ached at the thought. Time passed bit by bit, and they counted the minutes and seconds to remind themselves.
I felt as if my soul was split apart, and the long calculations were finally interrupted by the day. They watched the young man stand up and slowly walk towards Ye Yunhe.
The woman trapped in the white cocoon is still unconscious. Her only hand was exposed, and the wound on her wrist was almost scabbed over. The blood line connected from there to Bai Zhou's wrist, seeped into the skin and flesh, and disappeared without a trace.
【——! 】
Si Yu'an wanted to stop it, but their mouths were covered by the silver thread that suddenly appeared. They could not move their bodies, making noises. Beside him, Lin Muyu was also stopped from speaking.
Blood was slithering like snakes, and Ye Yunhe's face became paler and paler. Her hands began to tremble with pain, but she was still unable to break free from the dream that bound her.
The supernatural power that has taken root in her body is not easy to plunder. It would take a long time and precise manipulation to succeed without causing her too much harm. And when the silver thread is stained with blood to the bottom, the "operation" will truly begin.
Silver-Blue, who was occupying the depths of the spiritual network, was completely wrapped in blood, absorbing and dragging it outwards, trying not to harm the fragile network around it.
The pain made Ye Yunhe struggle violently, and his eyelids were trembling as if they were about to open completely.
This adds some difficulty, but Daylight won't allow any mistakes here.
The young man looked down intently, just as he had rehearsed it countless times. He completed the "operation" calmly.
The sound of something breaking after being stretched to its limit was proof that the supernatural power had been stripped away from its host. It's like cutting off a part of a person with a knife.
Silver-blue came to his palm. Unreal beauty.
Familiar silver-blue.
The daytime holds this touch of blue, and after the translucent supernatural power is peeled off from the human body, it becomes a ball of rich energy, exuding a surging breath.
I don’t know what I was thinking about. The young man stared at it quietly for a long time without saying anything.
The barrage of comments was silent, as if it was also immersed in that memory with him.
It was the first time that Lin Muyu saw the true appearance of superpowers. He stared at the silver-blue in the young man's hand in a daze, and after seeing the other party's actions, he uttered a few anxious sounds.
As the supernatural power approached the forehead, the blue color obediently seeped into Bai Ri's forehead without any resistance. The young man's physique seems to be naturally adapted to the ability to plunder.
Hearing Lin Muyu's movement, Bai Zhou turned around and looked at the two of them.
The two men on the ground raised their heads and glared at him. There was no doubt in their minds that as long as they were freed from the silk threads, they would stab their weapons into Bai Zhou's body without hesitation and kill this selfish man who had done all kinds of evil.
Eyes filled with hatred always make people feel cold.
...But so what.
Hadn't he been prepared for this since the day he embarked on this journey? As long as the ending is right, the process doesn't matter.
Bai Dayu suddenly laughed. The young man smiled with his eyebrows curved. He walked up to the two of them. In a trance, a silver-blue flash passed by in his eyes, replacing the gilded color.
[It seems that your curse has not taken effect. 】
He said: [The time has come. 】
In the picture, Bai Zhou stood in front of the two people, his eyelashes drooped and his lips curled, the shadow covering his emotions. The barrage of comments stared at him, touching his face with the scrolling words.
The young man continued: [I will become a god. 】
I will save you.
[By then, the Supreme Being will be born, and you will have made an indelible contribution to it. 】
By then, the flow of time will reverse and you will be reborn.
【For this, I will give everything. 】
I will give everything for this.
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