It is unclear how Liu Lan ordered the tyrant to act.
The tyrant, who was originally quite docile, suddenly became violent, with pus-filled lumps of varying sizes growing all over his body, and as they burst one by one, sticky yellow-green pus oozed out.
The heavy breathing sounded like a hammer hitting everyone's heart.
No one can escape from a tyrant.
The person who turned around and wanted to escape had no time to congratulate himself for being a wise man who knew the situation well. The next moment, he was entangled by the extended tentacles and watched his body disappear inch by inch.
They turned into a pool of water and were sucked clean by the red lanterns on the top of the tentacles, leaving only sticky rags.
Everyone present breathed softly unconsciously, their hearts jumping into their throats.
The silent corridor was crowded with people. Liu Lan raised his lips and let out a short sneer, mocking their arrogance.
The tyrant is his most proud experimental subject. It has eaten countless people and its ferocious aura is so fierce that even evil spirits dare not approach it. It is a daydream to think of defeating it.
Other players who heard the noise but did not dare to rush over hid in the dark.
...
...
They didn't gloat for long, because Liu Lan launched the cleanup plan.
The monsters that were taken back into the spaceship were released again, chasing the remaining players, determined to force them all to the tyrant.
If someone wants to resist, the only outcome is to be eaten.
"Go, my favorite child." Liu Lan clapped her hands.
The tightly closed eyes on the tyrant's cracked head suddenly opened, with whirlpools in the scarlet eyeballs.
The players who looked over subconsciously were instantly bewitched, with expressions of obsession and joy appearing on their faces. No matter how hard the people around them tried to pull and stop them, they could not stop them from moving forward.
"Gold mountains! Countless gold mountains! I'm going to get rich!"
"Mom! I see you again!"
"Xiaozhi..."
The man whose mind was bewildered kept murmuring, reaching out his hand to caress the tyrant's rough and thick skin, and letting out low sighs.
They lost their lives in their sweet dreams.
The tyrant swallowed them whole, his sharp teeth piercing their soft waists and abdomens, splashing blood.
No one dared to look directly into the tyrant's tentacle "eyes", for fear of being bewitched by their minds if they were not careful.
This is not a solution, they are too passive.
How could a human the size of a nose husky fill the Tyrant's empty stomach? It roared to the sky and charged at the players who were running away with their heads down, opening its mouth to catch the flying prey as it charged.
It's so hungry.
Liu Lan leaned against the cold iron wall with a lack of interest, looking at the bloody scene intermittently.
The tyrant was not full, and he was also starving, with his stomach cramping and feeling uncomfortable.
Liu Lan raised her hand and gently stroked her lower abdomen, with a sly smile on her lips.
As more and more people die at the hands of the tyrant, players are forced to face the tyrant and use their remaining tools to fight back.
In a place they couldn't see, the tyrant's arm had just been cut with a deep bone wound, and blood was oozing from Liu Lan's right arm, staining her snow-white coat red.
It lives and dies with him.
"Fuck! What the hell is this monster?!"
The tyrant cannot be killed. No matter how serious the wound is, it will heal perfectly within ten seconds without leaving any trace of a scar.
The props in the players' hands were broken and incomplete.
They turned their attention to their teammates and fell into an even more passive position.
Monsters gathered around after hearing the noise and quickly surrounded the murderous scene into a circle, making it impossible for the players to fly out no matter what they did.
With wolves in front and tigers behind, they had no choice but to fight to the death.
At this moment, no one cared who owned the supplies, and they threw them to those in need. They tacitly adopted a rotation strategy in an attempt to wear out the tyrant.
One round, two rounds...
The arm holding the weapon became heavier and heavier, and the breathing became more and more rapid, but the tyrant in front of him did not change at all. He waved his arms more and more courageously, and shook off the annoying ants.
Liu Lan took out a stopwatch from his arms and recorded the time they persisted second by second.
The pointer ticked clockwise, and the gold chains hanging on both sides of the pocket watch were hooked by his slender fingers. Liu Lan silently counted down in his heart.
The quality this time is pretty good, at least it's not the worst.
I think the tyrant can eat more comfortably...
Gradually, the players began to feel overwhelmed.
They realized that the rotation of wars would not hurt the tyrants at all, but would instead rebound on them.
Gu Yan threw out the confinement prop - an iron chain from hell that emerged from the floor out of thin air, and like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, it wrapped around the ugly and bloodthirsty monster, locking him in place so that he could not move.
Imprisoning items has both advantages and disadvantages.
On the one hand, it can trap the Tyrant's actions, and the duration is about three minutes;
On the other hand, while the tyrant cannot move, they cannot break the chain, otherwise the chain will automatically retract and the tyrant will rush forward violently again.
They need to take this opportunity to discuss countermeasures.
Some people also suggested capturing Liu Lan alive.
When Liu Lan was mentioned, many people turned their heads and glared at him fiercely, but were shocked by his weird posture and stiff expression: "Is he having a seizure?"
Lu Zhi and others followed the gaze and couldn't help but widen their eyes when they saw Liu Lan clearly.
Liu Lan seemed to be restrained in place by something inexplicable. His running posture froze, and the expression on his face froze. His icy face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, began to crack.
Some people scratched their heads and asked, "We didn't do anything to him, so how did he become a statue stuck in mid-air?"
Among them, only Gu Yan used the confinement props, which were props that could control space and time.
But Gu Yan's props are aimed at the tyrant...
The players are not fools and they quickly figured out the reasons and connections.
They had different expressions on their faces, and there was disbelief and surprise in their eyes.
"Do you find the bloodstains on his body familiar?"
Liu Lan's snow-white coat was soaked with dense bloodstains, which made people wonder: With so much bleeding, can an adult man still survive?
Liu Lan was not only alive, but also full of energy, showing no signs of discomfort.
Li Haoyu stood aside, with Gu Yan and the other three people beside him: "I don't know if you play online games, but the symbionts between bosses are very similar to their situation."
In other words, they had to kill Liu Lan and the Tyrant at the same time.
Only in this way can the tyrant be completely eliminated.
The confinement item was about to lose its effect in the last half minute.
The tyrant became even more angry. The pus bubbles burst one after another quickly, and the pus flowed out into puddles on the floor, emitting a strong stench.
Even though they were skeptical about Li Haoyu's guess, they couldn't think of any other reason at this time, so they just believed Li Haoyu.
Now that they had found a way to kill the tyrant, everyone no longer hesitated and rushed forward with weapons in hand.
Three seconds...
Two seconds...
One second!
The red iron chains broke bit by bit, the tyrant raised his head and roared, pounding his chest angrily, and the tips of his wriggling tentacles became redder and redder, until they turned black.
Liu Lan, who had regained his mobility, rubbed his wrist, somewhat surprised at their cleverness.
But his surprise only lasted for a moment. He looked coldly at the dozens of people who were attacking him, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed the iron wall beside him.
Under his palm, one of the pieces of the iron wall dented.
“Crack!”
The faint crisp sound failed to attract the players' attention.
It was not until the first player who approached Liu Lan was cut into several pieces that everyone forced themselves to stop.
Before their eyes, countless brilliant blue laser bars twisted into various shapes and attacked them.
In desperation, the players chasing Liu Lan had to retreat together until they were out of the attack range.
Now they were in a dilemma. After trying several times, not only did they fail to touch the corner of Liu Lan's clothes, but they also lost many lives.
A veritable river of blood.
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