Abyss Express

"Just now."

Mary Perrault couldn't move.

"what happened?"

Time began to flow again, the sun belonging to the Forty District left Chenguang County, the darkness was like a sea tide, rushing from the cavity dome all the way to the street, tearing the promenade vault of the tree-lined road, it bit by bit all the clear and clear stones The flowers and plants swallowed rudely, and circles of hot ripples floated in the hot summer morning mist.

The throat swallowed involuntarily, and Marley could feel his heart beating wildly. After the blood pumped faster, the distal extremities began to heat up, and his fingers and toes seemed to become more powerful.

But where did Yukiko go?

What's with this palm?

Why is it dark all of a sudden?

time flies

The brain hadn't fully woken up yet, and it couldn't keep up with such violent changes. The moment it was eroded by the elixir, Marley Perot had slowly transformed from a human into a blood-giving monster.

The whole process actually took fifty-six minutes. During these fifty-six minutes, Yukiko became his food——

——The devil baby born from the ghost womb, regarded her as an excellent essence, chewed it up thoroughly, ate it up, swallowed it, even the hair and clothes, including the blood on the chair, did not let go. Be clean.

Only a severed hand remained in Marley Perrault's hand, and it seemed that he lost consciousness at the moment. He wanted to hold this girl's hand tightly. Just this simple thought made him feel inexplicably at ease.

But at this moment, Marley still couldn't find the correct answer. He was in a daze, staring at the book in a daze.

The lunch box fell on the side of the grass in the dark corridor, and the street lamp illuminated the tomatoes with a layer of greasy luster, which melted into the soil together with the sauce.

When he let go of this hand, the amygdala in the brain finally started to work, and began to convey strange and terrifying emotions, and began to drive the physical senses to express surprise and anger.

"What is this!"

Mary Perrault's expression was distorted, and there was a layer of white sweat on his face. The moment his blood pressure soared, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot——

——He fiddled with the severed palm, trying to let go of the "unknown" hand.

Marley Perrault's face was pale, his shoulders were heaving with violent breathing, and his chest swelled greatly, as if his entire physical body had been remodeled, and his lung capacity and metabolism had far surpassed that of ordinary people.

He hasn't realized this yet, just looking at the severed hand, his brain is running at high speed——

——Where did Yukiko go?

--Why? Did I pass out?

—The sun is gone? Gone in the blink of an eye?

——Is it a spiritual disaster?

Could it be Yukiko's hand?

Oops, Oops!

Oh no! This is bad!

Marley Perot took three steps and made two steps, and quickly stepped forward to retrieve the severed hand.

He carefully identified the features of the severed limb, observed the details of the fingers and palm prints, and saw the blood-stained steel clasp, finally convinced that this was Yukiko's hand.

But what about her people? Where has she gone?

Was kidnapped? Did he cut off his arm and take it away?

Marley looked left and right, peeping into the darkness around him. He felt uneasy under the streetlights, so he wanted to hide in the darkness. He could hear some low and small words, as if something was following him, trying to talk to him.

All this made him feel scared and sad, and his spirit almost collapsed.

"Yukiko Yukiko. Yukiko. This is bad. Something is wrong"

Marley's eyes fixed on the severed limb, but he felt more and more hungry. When he looked at the corpse, he was surprised in his heart——

"Could it be said?"

Mary Perrault thought of many possibilities, such as a powerful psyker attacking them.

There are beasts of disaster hidden in the park, which can hypnotize Homo sapiens, put them into a coma, and then hunt them.

Maybe Yukiko played a joke on him and made a horrible dessert to scare him while he was sleeping.

When Marley Perot noticed the abnormality of the two arms, the hand holding the severed limb slowly turned over——

——In the position of his palm, a pink, tender and bright red granulation sprouted impressively.

It is like a beautiful scar, and the movement of opening and closing the palm makes it fully stretched and becomes the shape of the eye.

"Could it be me who ate Yukiko?!"

Mary Perrault screamed, wailing hoarsely.

"I turned into a monster? Me"

Anonymous's scientific and educational materials have introduced many objects similar to the blood-granting objects of the Mad Butterfly Sacred Church. After the blood-giving ceremony, various monsters are born. The most obvious feature of these monsters is the ectopic hyperplasia of organs - and ghosts The grafting ceremony is very similar. The same is to replenish the essence, and the limbs of the blood-granting monster will grow all kinds of strange organs.

For example, in the case of heterotopic multi-limb coupling, in the eyes of Wu Mingshi, it is considered pretty-looking-if other parts of the body start to grow eyes, it means that the blood-granting unit has begun to evolve in the direction of the incarnation butterfly, which is a very dangerous goal.

Marley Perot was obsessed with the gunsmith's courses, so he had naturally heard this set of courses introducing blood monsters.

He licked his lips nervously, put down Yukiko's severed palm, and carefully opened the two eyelids on the palm of his left hand. A moist gray-white sphere emerged from it, without pupils and deeply bloodshot.

Marley was scared out of his wits by this scene, and he prayed silently in his heart, he only hoped that this sarcoma was an ordinary cyst, even if it was cancerous, it didn't matter.

The reality was cruel, and he finally realized that he had become a blood-granting monster.

Just for a moment, he searched for Yukiko's severed palm, but he couldn't catch the remains of his friend no matter what.

Fumbling for the clean seat with his right arm, he turned his palm over again, and his mind was violently shocked——

——The degree of alienation of the palm of the right hand seems to be even more serious, a hideous gap is split from the M-shaped horizontal stripes of the palm, and a long, steaming tongue protrudes from it.

It made a terrifying creaking sound, and with the opening and closing of the palm, the sharp teeth came up and down, and Marley watched Yukiko's severed hand being completely processed into a meat paste, pouring into his arm , turned into a warm current.

"Me, me, me."

Marley Perrault wept, and fear took hold of him.

"I ate Yukiko? Me. Me."

At this moment, his worldview collapsed, and everything he was familiar with, including the phased goals and long-term plans of his life, including the values ​​he had longed for, and the ideals he wanted to accomplish, all became shattered.

There was a muscle spasm in the arm, and after a while, this hideous mouth spat out a twisted and deformed rotten steel, which was Yukiko's belt buckle.

"Anonymous will not let me go. Anonymous will not let me go."

Mary Perot's tears kept flowing, he looked down at the two fleshy palms, and suddenly ran like crazy. Come to the depths of the deeper and darker jungle.

Next to the artificial lake in Xijiao Park, the night watchman's hut still has some lights.

Marley squatted by the pier, began to sob weakly, and began to rethink the meaning of life.

"Anonymous will not let me go. The person I admire the most is coming to take my life"

"I am innocent and I am also a victim."

"I don't want to eat human flesh! Fuck!"

Marley was reflected in the calm water, and he looked the same as before, except that his dark red hair had become more colorful, and his eyes had become blood red, perhaps a pair of colored contact lenses would solve the problem.

"No one will believe what a blood grant monster says."

"How am I to explain all this?"

"Did I really eat Yukiko? Did she really die?"

"Could it be a hallucination? Could it be a prank?"

Marley Perrault was talking to himself, curled up by the pier, feeling shabby when he felt the cold damp—

——He seems to be able to see the gunsmith, transcend the barriers of time and space, and feel the killing intent of the unknown.

"Listen to me and give me a chance, please! Listen to me explain Mr. Gunsmith"

"I'm not your student, but I come to your class every day."

"I also want to be like you. Not be executed by you."

"Yukiko didn't kill me, no! No! Not what you think. No. I didn't eat her, I didn't, I didn't."

Mary Perrault murmured under his breath.

"I don't I don't. I don't."

At this moment, the "mouth" from the right arm spoke.

"No, no, no. No, no, no, no, no."

Mary Perot was stunned, he raised his arm violently, nervous and terrified as if he was facing an enemy.

Pellelini's soul power is attached to this elixir, and with the elixir as a medium, he is one with Marley.

This is a kind of profound and mysterious witchcraft. In this way, the caster can transmit spiritual energy to extremely distant places, control other people's minds, influence other people's minds, and manipulate other people's bodies. To achieve the effect of "spiritual body possession" is almost equivalent to giving the power of Soul Might [Eye Of The Storm·Eye of the Storm] to Marley Perrault, and at the same time, he can stay with the parasite to force him.

At this moment, [Eye Of The Storm·雨雨eye], as Pellegrini's mouthpiece, talked about the cause and effect with the Marley boy, and seriously corrected the way.

"No, Marley Perrault."

"You're not right, you ate Yukiko."

Marley didn't answer, he opened his palms, his eyes could shoot fire, and the tears didn't mean to flow down anymore.

Eye of the Storm went on to say——

"—how to do it? What will you do?"

"Now you have become a monster devouring human flesh, blessed by the elixir, and gained unparalleled strength."

"What's the matter with that look? Are you angry with me?"

Marley Perrault bellowed—

"—Get out of my body! Give Yukiko back to me! Give her back to me! You did all of this? You bastard! You beast! Worse than a pig or a dog thing!"

Eye of the Storm's tone was unusually calm.

"Marley Perrault, what's the matter with your limp look?"

"Your heart yearns for strength, yearns for freedom, and yearns for power."

"I'm observing your thinking. Not long ago, you were yelling at your female companion, trying to drive her out of your life, but now you seem to be a different person."

"Have you always been a weak-willed, half-hearted piece of trash?"

"That's interesting. Your ideal in life is not like this. You have to focus, be patient, and control your emotions—right? That's what you want."

Mary Perrault stood up and strode towards the forest farm. He cursed viciously at his right arm, gritted his teeth and roared hoarsely.

"You like this? Mmm. Good. Awesome"

"Do you think I will admit defeat and listen to your nonsense? Mr. Gunsmith will not let you go. I have to maintain my will to fight. I will continue to fight you demons. I won't listen to anything you say."

He groaned, dazzled by anger, and came to the logging stake in the forest farm, and lifted the rusty logging ax beside him.

He put his arm on the stake—

"—Now we can have a good talk? Dog! What the hell are you? If you're human! Tell me where you are! I'll kill you in no time!"

"If you are just a parasite, a derivative of Vita's brand, then I will say goodbye to you! Go back to hell!"

Eye of the Storm: "Are you serious? Marley Perrault."

Marley raised the axe: "You had three chances to say something, and now you've used up one."

Eye of the Storm: "I can give you a lot, to be honest - when you were a Homo sapiens, your elemental composition was like a lump of mud, a defective product that couldn't support the wall. Talent is for you It's a cloud in the sky. You can only use more time, more concentration, more than ordinary people's efforts, in exchange for a little return-is it really fair? Marley Perrault, is it really fair ? Why are some people so good, because they have equally good parents.”

The arm that raised the ax suddenly froze, and Mary Perrault's expression changed subtly.

Eye of the Storm: "Is this the second sentence or the third sentence? I know I'm talking too much, but"

"For the second sentence, you have one last chance." Mary Perrault replied.

Eye of the Storm: "My name is Pellelini, and I am an immortal. I can bestow you with powerful divine power. For ordinary people, those of us who are immortal are gods."

Marley Perrault swung his ax and struck the stake hard.

The blade of the ax rested beside his arm, and the long scarlet tongue quivered for a moment following the splashing wood dross.

Storm Eye continued: "It seems that we have reached a consensus for a short time, and it seems that we can talk a little more?"

Marley didn't answer, and the left arm holding the ax froze and didn't move.

"Go ahead."

Eye of the Storm continued—

"—where to begin? where to continue?"

Marley: "Start with great people and continue with great parents."

The eye of the storm became excited. It thought that it had grasped the dead door of Marley Perrault, which was a very good breakthrough.

"You don't have these things, so it's not you who are at fault, it's your parents. I understand you, really, I understand you very well."

"In so many years in the world, I have seen many tragedies, most of them come from the family."

"The parents who gave birth to murderers are usually also criminals. Those who can make a career will have a happy family."

"Children who have been abused, beaten, and scolded harshly when they grow up will either become a pervert with a weak heart and a deformed mind, or become a cruel, arrogant and cowardly scum."

"Looking at the dragon and phoenix among people, which one is not shaped by the genetic configuration of parents and the beautiful positive environment of childhood and youth? They are proud, brave, and full of confidence. Even if they encounter setbacks and current failures, they will change. The guts of fate, their insight, their vision, their outstanding leaders, these things are not so much gifts as they are shaped by their environment, their parents shaped them."

"In the depths of your mind, there has always been such a demon."

"Your father and mother are just two fakes. They preached to you over and over again a spell that they couldn't do themselves, but asked you to cast this magic. They used common sense that they had never performed in their lives to educate again and again. You, for example, want to be polite, to be noble, but they themselves don't know what being noble and polite means."

"The world is so unfair, Marley Perrault."

"Without me, you would still be that weak and incompetent coward. You want to get reciprocal rewards with doubled concentration and doubled efforts, but the rest time and training time are far beyond the superhuman. These things can't be exchanged for any substantial value. Variety."

"You know, fundamentally, you're no match for those [geniuses]—"

"—Actually, I hate the term [genius], as if any miracle can be explained by genius."

"Can a gunsmith be considered a genius? He is our sworn enemy, like an angel sent by heaven to strangle us."

"He must have a very good family environment."

"Otherwise, how could such a powerful elemental configuration be created?"

"So from the very beginning, Marley Perrault, your goals are wrong and your ideals are absurd."

"Blood-granting elixir can make you extraordinary, become a powerful existence that surpasses ordinary people, crushes psykers of the same level, and can even kill VIPs."

"Perot, Perot."

"Look, the world is so wonderful. The last second, you and I were fighting over a dead woman."

"You hate this bitch, so I turned her into food, which can be regarded as a kind of waste utilization. After all, every blood-transferred holy life just came to the world and needs a mouthful of breast milk."

"You can remember her as a new mother who has the grace of regeneration-but don't be sad, she has become one with you, no longer separate from each other."

"Your strength comes from her, your achievements, your honor will return to her."

"Haruta Yukiko is a part of you, like me. same. same?"

Before he could finish speaking, the ax fell.

Marley Perrault severed his right arm—

——His blood-red eyes were full of violence and madness.

The pain caused by the severed arm made his face contorted, and the veins in his neck bulged.

The blood gushing from the arm was like a fire hose exploding, turning the stake red.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! You bastard!"

Marley growled.

"It hurts so fucking! It hurts so fucking badly! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

The eye of the storm hit a hard bone. Unlike his parents, who were weak and weak at heart, this young child seemed to have an extraordinary determination.

It lay paralyzed in the wet fallen leaves of the forest, and its blood seeped deeper into the layers of leaves.

The severed arm started to crawl again, and climbed back to the stake again.

Eye of the Storm discussed in a friendly voice.

"Do you know how much human flesh it takes to repair this kind of injury? Marley Perrault - hurting yourself is also a sign of inner weakness, you can't get rid of me, we have completely become [one person], literally [a person] on board."

"Give me back Yukiko!" Marley yelled.

Eye of the Storm replied: "How can I give it back to you? How can I put it back together after chewing it into pieces?"

Marley then roared, "Give me back my life! The freedom I deserve! My life! Give me back!"

Eye of the Storm then replied: "Maybe there are some ways to transform a corpse into a walking dead, which can meet your needs. I have to check the psychic magic notes I made in the early years-it will take a little time. Of course, these have a price. , you need to help me with something small, insignificant."

Marley sat paralyzed by the wooden stake, his body became weak and weak, he could only watch this horrible and weird palm, put it together again, squeezed back to the broken arm wound, and after a while it became whole again, even the scar None remained.

Eye of the Storm went on to say——

"—If I can't convince you and change your mind, then I can only threaten you."

Marley's eyelids were drooping, his energy was low, and he felt more and more hungry and thirsty.

"Fuck your ass I'm not going to do anything for you! Don't be so fucking crazy."

The Eye of the Storm whispered to the person Marley Perrault cared about most.

"If you don't want to do it, there will always be someone who will do it—if Gropa Pero, a kid, wants to become a blood-granting monster, how should you deal with it?"

Marley's eyes snapped open——

—he was finally discouraged, as if all his courage had been exhausted.

The ax slipped from his hand, revealing the palm's eyes.

It was originally a piece of gray, but now it was rotating vividly, and the blood-red pupils were straightened up at once.

The eye of the storm stared at the discouraged Marley Perrault, and finally found the right answer.