Chapter 170 Seafood Flavored Crunchy
The tentacles attacking from all directions trapped Douma tightly in the middle, leaving him no room to dodge, as if they wanted to strangle him to death.
As they got closer, Douma could even see clearly that on the tentacles in front of him, which were as thick as his waist, there were ghost faces that looked like the world's famous paintings [The Scream]. They kept wriggling like living things, making strange, crackling sounds, which were weird and disgusting.
Douma, who always persecutes others by "separate actions", hates himself so much for the first time in his life. Why are his eyesight and hearing so good? He really can't stand the mental attack of Mr. Kazuto, even if he is not a human being!!!
San value -1-1-1-1-1...
Douma was so disgusted that he couldn't even keep the business smile on his face. He drew out the folding fan from his waist expressionlessly, and his inhuman coldness almost penetrated his body. However, compared with the tentacle monster in front of him that didn't look like a human at all, he still looked quite human.
"Blood Demon Art: Scattered Lotuses." Even the soft and tender voice could not conceal the indifference in Douma's voice at this moment. Unconsciously, the golden double doors opened, drawing an elegant arc in the air, seemingly slowly but actually quickly.
As Douma swung his fans, a large number of tiny ice petals flew out. Although they looked beautiful and fragile, each one was actually as sharp as a blade.
The crystal clear ice petals first paused in mid-air, and then, under Douma's control, faced the tentacles that were lashing towards him.
After the silent collision, the ice petals, which were as sharp as ice, cut the thick and ugly tentacles into pieces, which fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
Even so, the tentacles scattered around Douma are still active and continue to wriggle.
This inappropriate strength made Douma, who had excellent hearing and could hear every rustling sound, feel his hair stand on end. He tightened his fingers unconsciously, and the folding fan in his palm made an unbearable creaking sound.
Just when Douma was about to leave the circle filled with broken tentacles, an overbearing fragrance stopped him from taking any further action.
A cry of "What a nice smell!" came out of Douma's mouth uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but move his gaze down along the scent, and then he saw the broken tentacles still wriggling all over the ground.
"..." After a moment of silence, Douma muttered to himself with lifeless eyes: "People can't... at least they shouldn't..."
Reason and emotion were pulling at each other in Douma's heart. On one side was the devil who represented reason, swinging his sharp tail with a chamfered corner, poking the air with a blood-red fork, and his voice was full of temptation: "Do you really want to refuse? Smell it, it smells so good, eat some of Mr. K's tentacles to replenish your body~"
"You can't eat it! You can't eat something as disgusting as this!" On the other side, the little angel representing emotion was jumping anxiously, crossing his arms to make a big 'X' on his chest.
"It's okay to eat a little bit, right? Mr. Ke's tentacle energy must be off the charts. It smells several times more fragrant than Rambo's blood." The devil stepped on the angel and said, "Besides, you are not a human."
Douma: Wait, forget that I'm not a human. Oh, that's fine.
After only a few seconds of struggle, Douma, whose bottom line was lowered again and again, reconciled with himself. He was not a human, so why couldn't he taste Mr. Kazuo's tentacles? They were Mr. Kazuo's tentacles! They must be delicious, slurp.jpg
As soon as he thought about it, the little ice man that Douma had created before appeared from the side, picked up the broken tentacles that were still bouncing on the ground, then jumped onto Douma's shoulder and diligently offered the food in his arms.
Redefining Food
Douma pursed his lips and took the fragrant broken tentacle. His last stubbornness made him not eat it immediately, but he quickly glanced around and observed secretly.jpg
Howard Lovecraft, who has completely lost his human form and is like a living tentacle monster, is busy regrowing the tentacles he cut off. On the other hand, John Steinbeck is in danger under the pursuit of Chuuya Nakahara and has no time or energy to look at his partner again.
Seeing that no one was looking at him, Douma couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then he couldn't suppress his eagerness any longer: "The timing is just right."
As soon as he finished speaking, Douma, who had not forgotten that there were surveillance cameras all around, instantly condensed several ice cones and destroyed the nearby surveillance cameras. Then he let his appetite spread infinitely.
Tempted by the fresh and delicious food, Douma threw away the big black umbrella in his hand and started to feast on it.
The tentacles look ugly and make people lose their sanity, but they taste sweet and refreshing like seafood when you put them in your mouth. The tough tentacles that ordinary people can't afford, under Douma's good teeth that can cut gold and jade, are only crispy and chewy, which makes you want to stop.
In comparison, everything Douma had ever eaten seemed so eclipsed at this moment. If one had to pick one thing to compare with Mr. K's tentacles, only the blood of Rimbaud and Verlaine could barely compete with Mr. K's tentacles.
Douma: Seafood-flavored crunchy, thumbs up.jpg
Eating blue red spider lilies to evolve into the ultimate creature did not deprive Douma of the ability to absorb energy from the flesh and blood of others (or non-humans). On the contrary, it was optimized to a certain extent: everything that enters the mouth can be converted into energy for Douma to use, and is no longer limited to human (or non-human) flesh and blood.
With this ability that can be called a bug, Howard Lovecraft's tentacles are transformed into the purest energy without hindrance, contributing to Douma's evolution.
Yes, Douma's evolution has not stopped, but compared to the initial effect, the current level can only be described as a drizzle, and a little bit adds up to a lot, so he also needs more energy supply.
Howard·More Energy Supply·Infinitely Regenerating Tentacles·Lovecraft: …
"I didn't want to at first..." Douma shook his head helplessly, and after elegantly and quickly sweeping away the tentacles around him, he cast his shining eyes on the tentacle monster that had grown back to its original appearance: "But who made you so delicious and nutritious, and able to regenerate infinitely?"
Douma's 'last stubbornness' just vanished in front of the tempting food. Compared to filling his stomach, face can be put aside.
Contrary to his previous passive resistance, before Howard Lovecraft could launch another attack, Douma tiptoed and rushed towards the huge "food" in his eyes like a fly, grabbing the tentacles that were waved towards him and biting them.
Eat and fight at the same time, get the perpetual motion machine.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch..." The sound of people chewing food quickly was heard at the scene of the fierce battle. Is this the decline of morality or the distortion of human nature? (bushi)
So, when Nakahara Chuuya impatiently exerted his full strength and smashed all the vines that blocked his way with his fists blessed with gravity, and picked up the unconscious John Steinbeck like a chick, what he saw when he turned around was this unspeakable scene.
Nakahara Chuuya was so shocked that his facial features degenerated into a stick figure and he let out a helpless sound: "Aba Aba Aba..."
Although he was busy eating (crossed out) and fighting, Douma was always keeping an eye on everything and naturally noticed the shocked look that Nakahara Chuuya cast on him. His shame only lasted for a short second before it was covered up by his super-evolved thick-skinnedness.
As long as I am not embarrassed, then others will be embarrassed. Douma silently repeated this truth in his heart, and then he jumped back as if nothing had happened, ricocheting to the side of Nakahara Chuuya, and said nonchalantly: "Eating everything will only make me full."
Nakahara Chuuya... Nakahara Chuuya didn't know how to answer, and finally he chose to keep silent. If you don't understand, don't comment. Maybe this tentacle monster that looks like an octopus is really delicious?
After fooling Nakahara Chuuya, Douma secretly burped with satisfaction while remotely commanding the little ice men who had already jumped onto the tentacle monster and were on standby, to line up and jump into the tentacle monster's mouth full of sharp teeth, allowing them to freely do whatever they want inside the tentacle monster's only vulnerable body.
After receiving Douma's order, the little ice men who were in telepathic communication with their master released [Blood Demon Art·Mist Ice·Water Lily Bodhisattva] one after another. The huge ice Bodhisattva forcibly propped up the tentacle monster that was originally only one floor high to five floors high, and its body became more than twice as round.
Seeing that the tentacle monster was not dead yet, Tongma put away the folding fan in his hand, turned his free palm up and made a fist.
The next second, the huge ice Bodhisattva and the little ice man whose origin was connected to Douma exploded inside the tentacle monster's body. The broken ice mixed with Douma's ghost blood was extremely sharp, and it caused a wave of secondary damage containing highly poisonous substances to the tentacle monster.
At this point, Howard Lovecraft, who had transformed into a tentacle monster, could no longer hold on. Like a balloon that had burst, he exploded with a bang, and large pieces of unidentified objects were scattered all over the ground, but strangely, there was not a drop of blood.
An aroma that was even more overbearing than before spread out. Douma, who was already full, couldn't help but take a deep breath of this wonderful scent. He covered his stomach with a look of regret: Woo woo woo woo, it smells so good, Mr. Ke is really so delicious, but it's a pity that he really can't eat another bite now.
This action caused Nakahara Chuuya to look at him strangely again, and he seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
In the end, Nakahara Chuuya's loyalty to his leader overcame other thoughts, and he said with difficulty: "Boss, do you want me to send someone to collect these so that you can eat them slowly later?"
"I think it's okay!" Douma agreed very quickly, as if he was afraid that Nakahara Chuuya would change his mind.
Nakahara Chuuya, who had no intention of changing his mind, did not think any more and took out his mobile phone without complaint, urging the subordinate members who had set out with them but had not arrived yet to hurry up. At the same time, he glanced at the miserable situation around him and the campus that had been severely affected, and thought: Apart from anything else, the finishing work would require a lot of people to be present.
Even though Douma and Nakahara Chuuya's two battles were over, it was actually not long after they set out from the Ganghei Building. Because of this, the lower-level members who set out at the same time as them and drove over have not arrived yet.
Soon, a row of low-profile black cars appeared in the two people's sight. The logistics reinforcements of the port mafia arrived.
Before the car came to a complete stop, Dazai opened the door and jumped out of the passenger seat. He put his hands over his eyes, looked around, puffed up his cheeks and said in disappointment, "It seems I'm late."
"It's not too late at all, it's actually just the right time." Douma raised his chin towards the place where the figure appeared.
Dazai Osamu, who claimed that he was poor at physical training and was only in the middle or lower ranks in the port mafia, was as fast as a flash of lightning at this moment, leaving only an afterimage. He appeared behind the two people who had just come out of the alien space almost in the blink of an eye, and accurately put his hand on the shoulder of the red-haired girl who had not yet reacted.
"Ah--" Lucy Montgomery was immediately frightened by the touch on her shoulder and screamed. She was still dizzy from Nakajima Atsushi's verbal attack and did not realize that this was an enemy and not something else scary.
"I'm sorry, miss, I scared you." Dazai Osamu apologized in a gentlemanly way, and then made an ungentlemanly invitation: "But, I have to ask you to come with us."
Only then did Lucy Montgomery see clearly the surroundings and subconsciously activated her ability, trying to hide back in her own different dimension. However, with Dazai Osamu's [No Longer Human], she naturally failed.
As a result, all the people sent by the group were wiped out.