Soul Echo

The sun sets just in time, it is dusk, and the blood-colored setting sun shines on the earth.

Thousands of shadows danced wildly under the crimson sky scorched by flames.

Lily Lieber's eyes trembled, and the strange, huge, twisted, and evil silhouette was reflected in her pupils.

Lilian, who was standing aside, also felt that her body was out of control, and a message appeared in front of her eyes—[You have fallen into a 'shocked' state].

At this moment, Zhong Ye's eyes lit up, and he transmitted his will to Lilian and the others through psychic energy, awakening them again.

After came back to his senses, Lily felt that her whole body was wet with sweat and blown by the cold wind, she couldn't help shiver coldly.

"Go outside the manor!"

Zhong Ye didn't look back, his eyes fixed on the mass of flesh and blood like a mountain, but he instructed Lilian and the others: "Before we entered the manor, I saw a group of lunatics outside the manor, if there is no accident, those lunatics are very likely to be inspired by the abyss, and you need your support outside, hurry up!"

As soon as I heard this, I knew it was Zhong Ye After sending them away, but staying here, they can't help much.

Lily clenched the handle of the axe gun, took a deep look at Zhong Ye, turned her head and walked away quickly.

"Teacher, be careful!" Lilian followed Lily Lieber's footsteps and stayed away from the battlefield.

Before they ran far, a loud bang came from behind, almost piercing their eardrums, and then the violent vibration caught up with them, causing them to stumble.

Lilian and the others couldn't help but look back, and saw the flesh-and-blood giant beast, who had his back to the setting sun, patted his tentacles, and the strikes were on the ground.

The place where Zhong Ye was standing was dusty, and their eyes couldn't catch the silhouette of Zhong Ye at all.

But they all know that Zhong Ye must be alive!

Just after they turned their heads and left without hesitation, the gust of wind whipped up by the long knife slashed the flying dust, and the slapped tentacle was also cut off.

The power...not strong!

Zhong Ye looked up and glanced at the flesh-and-blood giant beast, and a storm of thoughts blew up in his mind.

After all, it is only flesh and blood. If the output reaches a certain level, the tentacle will collapse on its own before the power is transmitted to the end.

So, what he felt just now was just the muscle strength of the tentacles, at best it was only dozens of tons.

The hard connection is naturally impossible, but as long as you find the weak point of the structure and the point of force, you can easily resolve the attack.

Suck—

The scattered dust suddenly rolled back, and Zhong Ye's eyes became calmer.

In contrast, his muscle strength was completely liberated, and his body seemed to swell a bit.

Mata count waving tentacles, this time, no longer one.

Zhong Ye has already seen the counterattack when facing a tentacle, and now, it wants to see how Zhong Ye can defuse this attack from all directions.

A dozen tentacles waved at the same time, the air was torn apart, and a painful whine was heard.

Zhong Ye stepped forward and leaned forward.

The muscles are like springs, compressed by the force exerted by little by little, and before the skeleton gives a warning, the force bursts out from under the feet.

The shoes she put on after entering Marta Count's mansion burst in an instant. When these rags were flying in the wind, Zhong Ye's silhouette was like an inexhaustible train, slamming into the atmosphere.

The first slapped tentacle was slid away by the expanding air, and the next two, three, four, five... tentacles were all left behind by Zhong Ye.

A dozen or so tentacles that were defeated immediately rolled back, and more tentacles popped out one after another in the flesh.

It's just that these tentacles didn't exert their muscle strength at all, whether it was the air pushed over, or the sound of muscle peristalsis and joint twisting, it didn't reach the limit.

——don't be afraid!

The trajectory of each tentacle's activity was presented in his mind, Zhong Ye swung the long knife in advance, and when the long knife reached the most suitable position for force, the first tentacle appeared in him In front of his eyes, the tip is reflected on the pupil.

And then, break!

The blade slashed into the flesh along the tentacle's midline, and continued to move forward under the great force.

There were other tentacles attacking, Zhong Ye's iris suddenly lit up, those flesh and blood hit the incomparably strong will barrier, and instantly turned into a mass of minced meat.

Not only did the shattered tentacles not make Marta count feel pain, but those eyes that grew out of flesh and blood lit up with a strange brilliance.

As a result, the psychic energy accumulated for several decades rushed forward like a tide, without any reaction or interference with the tentacles, and rushed directly to Zhong Ye.

Just in time, Zhong Ye turned his wrist, and the power was transmitted to the toes, and his body jumped up.

He turned over and jumped onto the tentacle, letting the tide of psychic energy surge from below, raised his head again, and looked towards the huge flesh and blood that was already in front of him.

Besides is a sea of ​​tentacles that is constantly wriggling, like being in a pile of pythons.

The 'snake pythons' raised their heads one after another and looked at him.

In an instant, Crazy Snake Chaotic Dance!

The boundless sea of ​​tentacles surged up and attacked Zhong Ye's location one after another.

As for Zhong Ye, he jumped up before the first tentacle hit, and used his psionic energy to create a platform under his feet.

This air-condensed platform isn't that big, but it's strong enough to withstand Zhong Ye's pedaling.

—bang!

Zhong Ye stepped down with one foot, and the exploding platform turned into a gust of wind, knocking off the chasing tentacles, and at the same time pushing Zhong Ye's body forward to accelerate.

Like a shooting star, Zhong Ye fell on the mass of flesh and blood, and the powerful impact even knocked the flesh crooked.

Due to her own weight, Marta Count was unable to pull back her body's center of gravity after tilting, and fell heavily to the ground.

At this moment, Marta Count made the first cry of pain after the battle began.

Numerous tentacles were driven upward, and when they came to mid-air, Marta Count controlled these limbs and hit his body.

The tentacle rain that hiding the sky and covering the earth fell from the sky, obscuring all the light, and Zhong Ye was plunged into darkness.

But it doesn't matter, even if he can't see anything, he can capture the movements of those tentacles and the spiritual energy hidden in them with only hearing and feeling.

——Hoohoo!

Zhong Ye exhaled a deep breath, as if a flame was ignited in his chest.

Speed ​​up! accelerate! accelerate!

The heart pumped violently, and the blood flow speeded up, and in this, the breath was surging.

The power is squeezed out of the cells, and then returned again, injected into the limbs.

In this dark and claustrophobic space, a violent wind blows.

The blades danced wildly, severing the incoming tentacles one after another, and even the invisible power of the naked eye was cut into pieces.

The flesh and blood underfoot surged, climbing up from the ankle.

When Zhong Ye cut off all the tentacles and let himself see the sky again, the flesh and blood had spread to his waist.

He didn't even look at it, he stepped forward, and the powerful force directly tore the flesh and blood wrapped around his body.

Sensing the 'soul' of Mata count, Zhong Ye walked forward.

Meanwhile, the imposing manner was on the rise.

"From victim to perpetrator..."

Zhong Ye whispered: "Don't you have any feelings yourself?"

Why Marta Count wants to besiege herself at home? Why buy art at all costs? Why can he sense his arrival from several hundred meters away? Why are you willing to sacrifice your cherished and precious artwork in order to see Martial's art?

It's all because Marta count is a 'victim'.

Because he, like Nemo, is a cursed pitiful person under the influence of Evil God.

However, when this pitiful person changed from a 'victim' to a 'perpetrator', he was no longer pitiful.

——He has taken a firm step towards the 'devil'!

From this time on, he is no longer a human, nor a cultist, but a 'devil'.

It's the devil, you should die!