"Do you have any other abilities?"
Lu Xin walked forward along the street, smiling kindly, and asked softly:
"I can feel that these are not your real abilities, so what exactly are your abilities?"
As he asked this, the god who had been chased all the way in the laboratory at the end of the street was looking at it indifferently.
Six eyes, four confused, and the other two staring at him intently.
Under his feet, a piece of squirming and expanding flesh and blood looked like a sticky sea of blood.
And in front of him, three things similar to "pupa" fell down.
These three "pupa" were hung by thin blood threads, hanging from the top of the street, hanging in the air.
Two "pupa"s had broken open, and at this time there was still a third "pupa".
Judging from what he had encountered all the way, the two "pupa" were the heart demon and the baby in the hell team. These two monsters should have been killed by the ability users in the central city, but their power appeared on this monster.
Lu Xin thought to himself, this should be a part of the final experiment?
Transplant other abilities to this monster?
Then what else is there besides the inner demon and the baby?
... I can't remember, maybe there is nothing?
...
As Lu Xin walked forward, his eyes also saw the third "pupa", and then he heard a slight "click".
That "pupa" also broke.
A table knife stretched out from the inside of the "pupa" and cut open the flesh and blood coat.
Then, Xiao Nineteen, with black hair and a white skirt, crawled out of the "pupa".
The next moment, more Xiao Nineteen crawled out of the flesh and blood. Some of them appeared in the empty windows on both sides, some crawled out of the squirming flesh and blood, some crawled out from the ground, and some slowly fell from the air.
A dozen Xiao Nineteen surrounded Lu Xin from front to back.
Each of them held a knife in their hands, their heads and limbs were hanging down, and their thick scars were obvious, like puppets.
Lu Xin paused slightly, looked up, and whispered: "Little Nineteen, I finally found you."
...
When he hugged Little Nineteen for the first time, he knew that he was not holding Little Nineteen.
The one he was holding should be a spiritually transformed person.
But now, he finally found the real Little Nineteen.
"Crackle, crackle..."
There were sounds made by the collision of wooden joints, and they became one.
All the Little Nineteens looked up at Lu Xin at this time, their eyes empty and lifeless.
Lu Xin continued to walk forward, trying to be as patient as possible: "Be obedient and come back with me, okay?"
"I'm not very good at coaxing children, but I know that you must have had a very bad and painful life in the past few years..."
"So..."
"..."
"Swish!"
When Lu Xin took the second step, a little nineteen beside him suddenly rushed forward in a strange way.
The sharp knife instantly cut in front of Lu Xin's neck.
Lu Xin's shoulders suddenly collapsed, and his neck tilted to one side as if it was broken.
At the same time, his hand reached out and pierced through the body of the little nineteen.
The body of the little nineteen was like a part that was blocked. It moved a few times and then tilted its head.
Lu Xin continued to walk forward, saying: "...I'll take you home!"
"Crackle, crackle..."
The twisting sounds of the joints around him suddenly became one, and all the little nineteens rushed towards Lu Xin at the same time.
The knife in his hand drew streaks of cold light, and countless white skirts fluttered in the air.
A kind of silk thread invisible to the naked eye had instantly intertwined the entire street.
Lu Xin sighed and said, "Sister!"
His body instantly became boneless and rushed forward quickly.
In the intertwining of those invisible silk threads, the space was divided into small pieces one by one.
No one could pass through this small square.
But Lu Xin seemed to have broken these common senses. His body moved quickly, making one after another posture that was not in line with human common sense, but from a certain angle, it had a strange beauty, and quickly passed through the silk threads.
In this way, he dodged the attacks of more than a dozen little nineteens and suddenly appeared in front of the innermost little nineteen.
That little nineteen raised the knife in his hand expressionlessly.
Her eyes were empty, looking at Lu Xin who was walking towards her, as if she didn't know whether to stab him.
Lu Xin gave her a warm smile, then squatted down, ignoring the knife, and took her into his arms.
"Swish"
The knife pierced into Lu Xin's chest, ten centimeters deep into the flesh.
The smile on Lu Xin's face did not change at all, and he continued to hold Xiaojiu deeply in his arms.
The knife was inserted deeper.
There was a cold pain in the chest.
Lu Xin felt a sense of emptiness being filled, which made him happy.
Blood splashed along the blade and onto Xiaojiu's face.
Xiaojiu's empty eyes suddenly showed strange emotions, and his small body seemed to be stiff all of a sudden.
"Little Nineteen..."
Lu Xin held down the struggling Little Nineteen's head, which was shaking vigorously, and slowly stroked the back of her head. Gently, in a tone that was worried that she would be scared, he whispered in her ear: "Don't be afraid anymore, I've remembered you."
"I'm sorry."
"I shouldn't have forgotten you for so long, and I shouldn't have forgotten that I once... killed you."
"It doesn't matter if you are afraid of me and think I'm a monster."
"..."
"Big monster..."
Little Nineteen, with an indifferent face, seemed to be reminded of something by these three words.
She was struggling, and her movements slowly stopped.
Not only did she stop, but behind Lu Xin, the dozen or so Little Nineteens who were flying in different positions in the air and sliding towards Lu Xin along a certain silk thread also stopped suddenly, and their faces showed the same confused and empty look at the same time.
They watched Lu Xin hold them in his arms from all angles, as if they were thinking of different memories.
Some seemed to recall the memory of Lu Xin forcing him into a corner in front of the building.
Some seemed to recall more terrible things...
In the empty eyes, there seemed to be a layer of fog slowly appearing.
"Gu..."
There was a hollow and empty voice.
Endless blood threads extended from the monster behind, like colorful nerve tissue and blood vessels.
A large part of these blood threads were connected with the blood threads on Xiaojiu's body.
At this time, more blood threads crawled along the ground and the wall, rushing towards Xiaojiu. At the same time, it seemed that some kind of will was instilled into Xiaojiu's body, which made Xiaojiu's body tremble slightly, and madness emerged in his eyes.
"Shh..."
Lu Xin exhaled gently, hugged Xiaojiu more tightly, and whispered: "Don't be afraid."
On Xiaojiu's face, the madness receded, and the confused look reappeared.
Madness and indifference quickly intertwined and changed on his face.
Xiao Shijiu obviously had a clear connection with the monster called "God".
In other words, she had been affected by the "God".
This influence could naturally be called a kind of pollution.
Lu Xin didn't know how to cut off this pollution, but what he could do was to hug Xiao Shijiu.
Chen Jing had told him a concept called "reverse pollution" not long ago.
He had also learned about the concept and nature of pollution in the primary training course for people with abilities.
Ordinary people also have pollution.
Laughing, crying, and even an unconscious action could be pollution.
So, now the only thing he prayed for was that his embrace could "pollute" Xiao Shijiu.
At the same time, the shadow under his feet spread out.
At such a close distance, there was no reason to leave the "God" there.
…
"Can you endure? Can you hug?"
When the monster was urging Xiao Nineteen, there was a face on its chest, shouting fiercely.
"Is this level of power for a kid like you who plays house?"
Zhao Shiming seemed to be about to lose himself at this time. At least, his voice was no longer rational, but getting closer and closer to madness. Even his voice was no longer like himself, and was increasingly immersed in madness:
"I shouldn't have wasted so much time with you just now..."
"But now, I finally understand, and finally know what is the real power of God..."
"..."
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
When he shouted loudly, Lu Xin didn't say anything, but his eyes were cold, and he suddenly looked at it.
At this moment, the shadow under Lu Xin's feet suddenly stretched and rushed towards the monster.
"Shua la..."
This time, the "God" reacted faster, and six eyes blinked at the same time, releasing a mental shock again.
The impact of the spiritual power collided with the shadow again, cutting deep scratches horizontally on the ground.
However, it seemed that because the shadow had broken through the spiritual impact once before and remembered its characteristics, the speed of the shadow's breakthrough this time was much faster than before. It was like a fine black particle sawtooth, quickly cutting and polishing, and the distorted air representing the spiritual impact was worn away layer by layer. In a short period of time, it was only about one meter away from the "god".
The "god" seemed to feel panic, or roar.
Countless blood threads suddenly popped out of his body, like dense and sticky silk threads, drilling into the gaps around.
In places that are invisible to the naked eye, no one knows how many of these silk threads there are and how deep they have drilled.
These silk threads are like the roots of a tree.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
As the silk threads extended out, there was suddenly a squeezing sound when a heavy, sticky object covered the building.
With a "crash", the abandoned building broke apart, and bloody pieces of flesh poured out.
These pieces of flesh have been connected with those fine blood threads, and they are flowing like living things, merging with "God".
This is just the beginning.
There are huge pieces of flesh gathering from all directions.
...
If the perspective is pulled to the middle of the sky, you will see that this has become a city with countless monster tentacles crawling.
In the shadows of every street, in the abandoned houses, there are a lot of strange, indescribable flesh and blood moving quickly.
Wherever they pass, one building after another collapses, falls, and raises countless dust.
The whole abandoned city is crawling with flesh and blood everywhere.
This abandoned city seems to have come alive in this way.
Zizi.
The blood vessels and nerves are covered on the surface of the building like plants, and finally connected with the monsters.
The whole city, all the monsters, are gradually becoming a whole.
Or, they were originally a whole, just waiting for the arrival of this "heart".
"Hua La La..."
As the flesh and blood gradually gathered, the monster's mental impact became stronger and stronger, instantly pushing the shadow three meters away.
At the same time, the body of the "god" was also gradually rising.
The gathering of countless flesh and blood was like a base, lifting his body to the highest place in the entire city.
Zhao Shiming's face had disappeared, or it was completely melted.
The "god" was left with only an indifferent face, looking down at the ruined city under the crescent red moon.
Or, looking down at the little Lu Xin at its feet at this time.
"Buzz..."
The next moment, the six eyes of the "god" blinked at the same time, and wave after wave of mental shocks came one after another as if they would never run out. The shadow under Lu Xin's feet was not only squeezed back to Lu Xin's side immediately, but the impact force that seemed to be real even spread directly to Lu Xin's body. The ground was blown up layer by layer of mud and sand, and it hit Lu Xin like a bullet.
"Pah pah pah..."
A twisted force field appeared around Lu Xin, and the pebbles that splashed over were thrown in all directions.
But the next moment, countless tentacles suddenly extended from the body of the "god", and instantly entangled the high-rise buildings on both sides.
Boom!
It shrank and tightened like a snake's body, squeezing these buildings and high-rise buildings that had been strong for thirty years into the shape of a waisted gourd, and then smashed towards the middle, and the jagged cross-sections and twisted and sharp steel bar ends directly pierced Lu Xin's body.
Mud, rocks and construction waste rolled down and filled up the street.
Lu Xin's figure had been completely covered, and it was unknown whether he had been crushed into meat paste by these buildings.
But he was still not satisfied, and his python-like tentacles entangled further away.
Houses and buildings were pulled over by it, smashed heavily into the center of the street, and filled the ground.
And this seemed to make it feel the lack of power.
So, the flesh and blood that merged with it simultaneously extended blood vessel-like monsters, like snakes, and rushed to the outer city quickly, where more than 100,000 refugees were living, and they could all be regarded as ready-made "materials".
In other words, these refugees were originally the materials prepared by the high table.
This is the power that truly belongs to "God".
Pollute the entire city with a powerful and unstoppable momentum and control the entire city.