Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 250 Plagiarism from Zha Kang
Early in the morning, a group of four people walked through the thick fog and appeared in front of someone who had been sitting and resting all night while leaning on a large tree trunk surrounded by one person.

When Roger Hayden heard the footsteps, he stared and tried to turn his head, but was unable to control any muscle at all. It was not until Terry gently clapped his hands that some kind of blood began to form on Roger's skin. Brass colored liquid.

As more and more liquids gradually turned Roger into a slimy oil man, the liquids suddenly became active and separated from Roger's body, turning into a large round creature.

The bodyguard slime who was transformed by the copper dagger jumped up to Terry's feet and rubbed his trouser legs. Then he suddenly trembled, as if he was stung by something, and shrank into a ball, shrinking in size. The child is too small.

Terry looked down at the barbs on his leg armor and curled his lips helplessly.

"Batman doesn't have a phobia of weapons. This equipment is studded with sharp blades that can hurt people but not kill people."

Roger, who finally got rid of the control, tried to support his body, but he was still weak and fell to the ground as limply as mud.

No matter what race a slime is, the solution secreted internally is slightly paralyzing to the body of ordinary people. This is also one of the predatory skills that wild slimes rely on to survive.

The dishonest Roger was drilled into the body by the slime, and every nerve and muscle in his body was controlled by it. Naturally, he also suffered a slight paralysis effect. Coupled with such a long night, he was now far away from what he thought. It still takes some time to recover before I can stand up.

Terry looked at the slime huddled next to his legs, and pursed his lips at Constantine who was behind him and said, "Let's talk about it first. It will be yours for the time being. If it can still obey the command after the curse is transferred, then It's still my property. If you create a monster, deal with it yourself."

"Tell me, why do you always want to escape?"

"You are just a nobody in Gotham City. I have led you to do many great things and made you a little famous, but you are completely ungrateful."

In fact, he was too paralyzed to answer.

Roger made a little inhaling sound in his throat, which proved that the paralysis effect in his body was slowly fading away.

"Actually, I can definitely change to a more obedient guy, but I think you have great potential, so I keep you by my side, but you have disappointed me again and again."

Terry reached out and patted the side of Roger's face. Roger, whose other face was in close contact with the earth, stared passively, drooling all over the floor.

He glanced at Alan who was waiting patiently with his arms folded, and then walked to Constantine: "A ritual to transfer a curse takes so long to prepare?"

Constantine rubbed his hands and acquiesced to Terry's statement. After Terry walked away, he reached out and grabbed the slime with a smirk on his face.

Terry looked at Roger Hayden, who was drooling everywhere like a cerebral palsy on the ground. He seemed to suddenly lose interest in talking and simply stood up again.

Terry frowned.

"Use your brain, Roger. Now that you can think wholeheartedly, use your brain more."

Constantine glanced at him.

Roger stared and didn't answer.

Terry stood in front of Roger. After looking down for a moment, he knelt down and reached out to straighten Roger's crooked head.

"You know, Roger, no one likes an idiot. Your performance along the way made me think you should be a smart person, but in the end, you still didn't give up the idea of ​​​​escape. You really disappointed me."

"This is something I've never dealt with before, and I hope you can give me some privacy. This is the rule among magicians."

But he didn't say much, and he even turned around as Constantine warned, folded his arms like Alan, and waited quietly.

Jason glanced at the adults who had a strange atmosphere, moved to Roger's side in small steps, squatted down as well, and sighed.

"Sometimes I feel that Terry is so soft-hearted that he doesn't look like a super criminal. If I were him, I would have killed you, a disobedient guy." Jason whispered, and then quietly looked back to observe Terry. Rui, realizing that the latter didn't seem to be paying attention, turned his head and spoke faster.

"Mr. Roger, don't you understand? You have been labeled Terry by Batman in Gotham City. Once you return to Gotham City, you will definitely be targeted by Batman, and we are now with Bat In a very delicate balance, you fell into the hands of the bat, and the annoying guy will probably track you down again soon - so he will definitely not let you return to Gotham alive. "

Roger's eyes rolled slightly, and he seemed a little surprised when he looked at Jason.

But soon, Roger's pupils turned elsewhere.

Jason thought Roger hadn't understood yet, and was about to continue speaking when Terry coughed from behind.

"Jason, you talk a little too much."

Jason quickly stood up and returned to Terry with his head lowered.

"I'm warning him, sir."

Terry looked at the child with some amusement, snorting softly in his nose. After being silent for a while, he began to close his eyes and rest.

Jason didn't dare to move around any more, and stood obediently next to Terry and started to freeze.

After a burst of weird syllables, Constantine let out a comfortable sigh.

The three of them turned around and saw that Constantine's arm, which had been hung up all night, was finally lowered. The sleeves that had not yet been rolled down exposed his flesh-colored forearm to the air, and the terrifying scarlet lines disappeared. , leaving only two normal round hole-shaped wounds.

Looking at the guard slime on the ground, the brass body was completely stained with scarlet color. Under the reflection of the early morning sunlight, it looked like a huge blood-red gem.

The slime that was transferred to the scarlet infection did not turn into a monster. Although the color changed, Terry still had the title of bodyguard slime in Terry's eyes.

The seemingly weak race is infinitely tolerant. Even the invasive scarlet has been perfectly absorbed and assimilated by the slime.

No wonder the slime on Bai's side became so abnormal and powerful after merging with the same potential race symbiote.

Waving his arms as if to show off, Constantine put down his sleeves, walked to Terry and Alan with a relaxed expression, and glanced at Roger who was trying to get up from the ground.

"Do we really want to continue taking him with us? Not all of your servants seem to be so obedient."

Terry nodded noncommittally, then showed an incomprehensible smile.

"Who makes me always so tolerant? I like to give them one more chance. Of course, I can't tell when it will be the last time."

Roger finally lifted himself up from the ground, blinked his eyes, and seemed a little confused.

Terry walked up to Roger and kicked him gently.

"Remember what I said, be smart, Roger."

Bai from the Marvel world suddenly opened his eyes and raised his hand to rub his temples.

"Constantine's spell-casting ritual is really complicated. I remember it gave me a headache."

(End of this chapter)