Chapter 56: Bow-Shaped God's Descent (14)
"Child, Mommy is dying. Can you go with me?"
The withered palm was pressed tightly against the child's chubby neck. Despite such a difficult situation, the child was still raised to be plump and white.
There is no mother who doesn't want her children to live well, but she knows that if she dies, what she will leave to her children will be endless disasters.
Rather than suffering in the world, it is better to take him with me.
"Go to heaven with mom, okay?"
"Be good, it doesn't hurt!"
As the palm tightened, the child felt the pain in his neck and burst into tears.
Loud cries echoed in the cold laboratory.
As the child's crying became weaker and weaker, the woman could no longer bear it and tears fell in big drops.
"Don't cry, baby. It will be over soon. Be good, baby!"
The woman choked and kept tightening her fingers.
"Bitch, what are you doing!"
The cold door was opened, and then the woman was kicked to the ground.
The child rolled out of his hands, his head was engraved on the experimental equipment, and bright red blood flowed from the child's forehead.
The woman was kicked hard several times.
She wanted to crawl over and hug her child, but the man stepped on her fingers again.
"You want him to die with you? Dream on!"
"I tell you, he's my experiment!"
The man grabbed a beaker on the lab table and smashed it against the woman's head again and again, as if what was constantly breaking and rotting under his hands was not a head, but a watermelon that could be found everywhere in the vegetable market and could be bought with money.
Red and white.
After smashing the woman's head into a puddle of mud, the man slowly walked to the child nearby and picked up the child from the ground.
The child dangled like a rag in his hands.
The man took out a syringe from his pocket, and inside the syringe was a pool of turbid yellow-brown liquid.
Throwing the child on the laboratory table, the man raised the needle and pierced the child's skin.
“Wow…”
A tender voice, a weak cry, as the liquid in the syringe continued to decrease, the child's body began to swell like a balloon.
Soon, the fair and tender child turned into a ball of flesh covered with blue veins.
The surface of the meatball is covered with bumps, like dozens of flesh-colored snakes gathered together.
The ball of flesh let out a sharp, piercing, unknown scream and rolled around in pain on the experimental table.
If he wasn't careful, he would roll to the ground with a "Duang" sound.
"Go, eat her!"
"My dear baby, go!"
The man looked crazy.
The meatball seemed to understand what he said. Countless dense tentacles stretched out from its abdomen and crawled towards the woman.
…
“Don’t go over there!”
“Don’t go over there!”
Xie Mian had a splitting headache, and his soul seemed to be split in two.
Some of them stayed where they were, watching the tragedy, unable to move at all.
A part of it was dangling and attached to the meat ball, merging with it, feeling the meat ball's hunger, bloodthirstiness, and... pain.
“Mom…Mom…”
Countless tentacles have ferocious mouthparts growing out of their suction cups. They lie on the women and suck the flesh and blood from their bodies in big gulps like they are sucking milk.
In just a few seconds, the woman had turned into a dry and flat skin.
There are no bones left.
The skin lay lightly on the ground, beneath the shattered skull.
...Suddenly, everything went dark before my eyes.
It felt like someone was pulling at my scalp, pulling me out of the ball of flesh.
"Haha, haha!" Wife, wife!
Xie Mian opened his eyes and saw E Shifang slapping the old insect god's face wildly.
——Okay, although I can’t see where the old insect god’s face is.
The baby's arm had slipped from his hands at some point and was once again hidden among the tentacles.
Cutting off the baby's arm might end the battle.
The insect monster should not have emotions or thoughts, but because of this "arm", it still retains a trace of human consciousness, so it is controlled by its father.
As long as this "arm" is cut off, the old insect god will attack indiscriminately.
As long as they can die behind their father, the insect energy can be restored...
Xie Mian looked at E Shifang, and E Shifang understood what he meant. Fortunately, their insect energy space was still there.
A knife appeared from the wings of Goose Shifang.
E Shifang decisively swung his knife, instantly cutting off several tentacles blocking his way. After locking onto the target, he swung the knife out without hesitation, shooting straight at the target.
"Mother……"
At the moment the arm was separated from the hideous and terrifying body, Xie Mian heard a faint, childish cry.
"Hurry, hurry up!"
E Shifang pulled Xie Mian's hand, and Xie Mian dragged the still unconscious Yang Shu and ran towards the exit.
Poor Yangshu's head, like a bowling ball, kept "bumping, bumping, bumping" against the steps, and its head gradually developed into a pig's head.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?"
Amidst the fierce symphony of collisions, Yang Shu woke up in a daze. As soon as he regained consciousness, he felt a headache as if it had been split open.
"Hmm...what's wrong?" Yang Shu asked vaguely, while gently touching his face which was swollen like a pig's head.
Just as confused as Yang Shu was his father who was staying in the basement.
"Stop them, idiot!"
Seeing Xie Mian and his group running out of the basement, the father was extremely angry.
As usual, he gave orders to the old insect god, but before he could finish his words, a tentacle pierced his abdomen.
The tentacles stirred in the abdomen, and red and white liquid flowed out.
“You…you…”
The father opened his eyes wide and tried to activate his insect power, but was pierced by a tentacle again.
Countless tentacles waved and pierced his body. The heads at the top of the tentacles laughed like copper bells and ate his flesh with big mouthfuls...
"The bugs can recover!"
Xie Mian swung his sword lightly, and a long sword appeared in his hand. The silver-white sword exuded a cold chill.
Countless tentacles overturned the floor and gushed out from the basement.
The darkness before dawn is darkest.
The ceiling of the basement had already collapsed, and a huge, ferocious body slowly crawled out of the basement.
The surrounding buildings were destroyed by the tentacles, and the raised dust merged with the darkness.
Xie Mian stood in the ruins, his silver-white sword hanging at his side. He didn't swing his sword, but simply stared silently at the gradually brightening sky in the east.
When the first ray of sunlight spread over the ruins like gold foil, completely covering the body of the old insect god, he turned his wrist and the long sword drew a cold arc.
The knife flashed, and the hideous monster split into two in the morning light.
The red blood mist merged with the brilliant morning glow.
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